Something for the Grandkids

It was getting dark, but Puck and Bob had been hard at work hanging the dream catcher swing in the largest tree near the house. There was only one minor incident…

“MRS. SILVERSPOON! PUCK CAN’T GET DOWN FROM THE TREE!”

I went out to inspect. He did look a little stuck up there in the wind.

“Mom, can you call the fire department?”

It took a little wrangling, and a little step-by-step from Bob on the ladder beneath him, but eventually Puck managed to dislodge himself and the swing was successfully roped up, finished off with a few nails and swings of a hammer.

“Dude,” Puck said to Bob, “this is something we can tell our grandchildren about.”