Normally, it shouldn't have taken me this long to write a chapter, but I couldn't decide what I should have first, son I'm just going to start off with this tale of a fishing trip. Enjoy.
Gone Fishing
Sly pulled up to the Fox residence in Cadiz early the next morning. It was close to five in the morning. Already Maria and Juan Fox were standing out on the front porch to greet them.
"Oh Sly," Maria said, hugging Sly, then hugging Carmelita. "Oh Carmelita, so how was your trip."
"Three words," a very much tired Sly groggily said. "Need a bathroom."
Suddenly he darted through the front door, saying a quick 'hi' to Juan as he ran by.
"He had like seven cups of coffee," Carmelita stated.
"So are you gonna give your old man a hug or what?" Juan teased, holding out his arms.
"Be nice this time okay," Carmelita whispered as she embraced her father.
"Don't worry," Juan said. "Your mother locked up my gun collection real tight."
As they entered the house, they found a tuckered out Sly asleep on the couch. Though Juan took no notice, Maria gently laid a blanket down on him.
Sly was awake at about ten o' clock. When he woke up there was already a continental breakfast waiting for him on the coffee table. After scarfing it down, with an exception to the coffee and having only the tea, his in-laws appeared. Eliza, Julio, and Enrique had car pooled and arrived on the scene.
"Hey guys," Sly said.
"Hey Sly," Enrique replied, shaking hands with his soon be third brother.
"Yo," Julio said.
"Hey," Eliza too said. "Seen Carm anywhere?"
"Beats me," Sly shrugged, heading for his car to get his stuff.
When he returned, realized that all his belongings that he brought for the trip were already set in one of the guest bedrooms.
"Hey Cooper!" Juan yelled, startling Sly. "The boys and I are going fishing, you coming? 'Cause I doubt you want to be stuck here with the women, right?"
"Sure thing, I'll come," Sly replied, deciding now what he'll where.
Sly came out dressed in khakis and an olive drab button shirt. Juan, Julio, and Enrique were already, the gear, bait, and poles in the back of the sport track. Juan had a cigar clenched between his teeth and Enrique had a large brimmed hat on. At the fishing spot, they had just cast their lines when trouble arose.
"So what kind of fish are out here?" Sly asked. "Oh what the HELL!"
Out of the branches of the tree that supplied a canopy over their heads came a blob of white goop that landed on Sly's shoulder.
"Hey, what'ya know," Julio said, a smirk on his face. "That's good luck right there."
"Yeah right…" Sly muttered. "OH WHAT THE HELL!"
Another glob of bird dung landed on Sly, this one smack dab on his head. This time, everyone, except for Sly, started to chuckled.
"What do I have a target symbol on my head?" Sly sarcastically asked. "You know, Julio, switch with me."
"What? Fine, if it'll stop your wining," Julio sighed, switching chairs with Sly.
About a minute later, two more gobs landed smack dab on Sly.
"SON OF A…" Sly yelled, his voice trailing off before he said a cuss word.
"Maybe you should take a nap," Enrique said, laughing. "You looked pooped!"
Everyone started to laugh, except a fuming Sly.
"Hey dad?" Julio asked. "What's that white stuff in bird poop?"
"That's poop too!" Juan answered, laughing.
"Screw this!" Sly moaned. "Julio, switch spots with me."
"What? No freakin' way man," Julio commented.
"Julio, just do it," Juan sighed.
Julio and Sly stood up to trade when suddenly Sly shoved Julio back in his chair.
"HAHA!" Sly yelled upward. "You don't know what I'm gonna do…"
His victorious laugh was quickly extinguished and replaced by sobs of defeat, as it seemed to rain the disgusting white globs on him. Everyone, except Sly, broke into full-blown roaring laughter.
"Well it's certainly and improvement over that shirt," Juan laughed.
"I'm sick of your crappy jokes," Sly ironically said, heading for the car.
"Well that's a whole lot of good luck right there," Enrique giggled.
"Yeah," Julio agreed. "About twenty gallons worth!"
The three broke into laughter again until irony appeared. It was as if the heavens opened the floodgates as the white mess cascaded down on the three, quickly extinguishing their laughter, but igniting Sly's.
"HAHAHA!" Sly laughed. "Thank you poetic justice!"
Nobody seemed to talk during the ride home. They were too pissed off at nature to utter a word, especially Juan, who would have to clean out the interior of his sport track due to everyone covered to almost fifty-percent in gooey gross white stuff. But it would prove to be an interesting surprise for the three women at home, and knowing them, they'd first be hosed down outside before allowed to go inside…
