Ralph often went hunting, but he never returned with any catch. His wife thought it strange that he always took a spyglass with him, but she said nothing. When Ralph’s son was old enough, his father took him hunting too, to the hill by the lake in which women bathed.
A 50-Word Story a Day Keeps the Boredom Away #16

eye catching…. eye candy. Bring your own soap and spyglasses?
I’d hate foggy days on the hill.
Bring my son? Why I’d build a gate and charge admission.
I obviously enjoyed, once again, your story… Randy
A proper comment indeed.
I like fog, but not if I were on a hill with a spyglass on in my hand.
Entrepreneurial spirit. Randy.
That was an excellent post today. Thank you so much for sharing it. I
really enjoyed reading it very much. Have a great day!
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Perfect story. Starts rather normally and ends in a completely unexpected way. Well told!
I tip my hat to you Kip.
I could use a spyglass myself. I’ve got this pretty new neighbor on my street…
[knowing grin on his face] 🙂 I have that “problem” next door.
Haha! Suffer well, like I do. 😉