(Written by the real Andy)
Andrew
"Now, cock the gun-"
Andrew began laughing.
"Grow up boy!"
"But...so...funny...and...wrong!"
"How in the world am I supposed to teach you how to hunt, if you keep laughing over 'cocking the gun',"
At this Andrew began laughing again,
"Sorry," he spluttered.
"Now, hold the gun would you?"
"Can't!" he said doubling over laughing.
Andrew's grandfather rolled his eyes, his grandson never took to hunting as much as he would have hoped for...he was more interested in confusing things like technology and females.
"Well, I'll show you first...tell me if you see anything good..."
The pair sat low for awhile. A long while. LONG while.
"I'm bored," Andrew stated finally.
"Well, we have to catch dinner, other wise we shall starve!" his grandfather said.
Andrew sighed,
"Can't we just go to McDonalds?"
"No! Need fresh meat!"
"Super market?"
"No! Need real food damn it!"
"Oh."
They waited once again for something to pass. And waited. And waited.
"AHA! There's a bugger!" His grandfather suddenly cried, Andrew jumped a mile - he was about to drift off. Nearby a tree exploded.
"What the bloody hell was that?" his grandfather said cranning his neck. Andrew craned too, admittidly a lot higher than his Grandfather.
"I don't see anything..." Andrew said guiltily - things always seemed to blow-up, explode or break around him.
"It's the blasted Nazis I'm telling you! I swear!"
Andrew
shook his head, he'd heard this story before...
"No Grandad,
I don't think the-"
"NAZIS I TELL YOU!"
"Grandad..."
"I'm telling the nearby army!"
"Grandad, we don't have a nearby army..."
"I'll make one!"
"But..."
"And you boy, shall be my first recruit!"
"I can't..."
"Sure, your a little on the pussy foot side...but I reckon I can toughen you up!"
"Grandad..."
"Oh look a rat! DINNER!" his grandad cocked the gun and shot the rat, "See, boy nothing to it...Now you shoot more rats, while I make some tea and recruit more men..."
Read and Review! Thanks Lemo for correcting the Navy for the Army! lol