BASS PARTY, PART ONE TWO ONE TWO (ONE)

Mom and Dad went to the Bass Festival Friday, Saturday and Sunday. WITHOUT ME!! Well, my tummy was not feelin' well. It was makin' more of those curly cue musics. Anyway, I'm not allowed where there is food. Now isn't THAT stupid! Food-Dogs. It's a natural, but NOOOOOO! A STUPID law. Dumb USer humans!

Friday they visited the vendors...


Vendor Row on Front Street.

And checked out the fish entries...


Some of the first fishies and some little humans.


Saturday they went to a pancake breakfast and the movin' box show.


Movin' Box show on Main Street.

There were some cooools boxes there...





This is what my Dad's Dad wanted way back when.





This is what Mom wants.





This is just like Dad's very first movin' box. Same color and stuff.
Oh, the fibs stories Dad told me.

After the show, they FINALLY got home and I was rarin' to goooo!


Dad walked a lot of steps. He was pooped.
Well, that's want I want to do. Let's go!

In the night time they went back to watch the loud boom bang light show.

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