I looked at the ramshackle contraption as Pa put the finishing touches on it. He was ready to light the fuse.
“Oh my God, you really think this thing’s gonna fly?!”
“Simple physics, m’boy! The fuel burns, the exhaust shoots out the bottom, and the rocket goes up!”
“Your fuel is gasoline!”
“Burns nice! My Ma always told me, ‘Use the right fuel’.”
I shook my head. “My Grandma always told me that you’re an idiot.”
Pa laughed as he lit the fuse.
An hour later, the fire department has a whole new story to add to the rest. And Pa’s hair grew back, eventually.
Sunday, March 03, 2013
Saturday Centus (Sunday edition)
Here we go!