Chocolate Snapshot

In the summertime, when things get boring, my friends Hank, Victor, and I often ride our bikes to the edge of town and go exploring.

Today started out as just a regular day. We had already swum in Victor’s pool, played cards in Hank’s garage, and shot off a rocket in my backyard.

“Let’s head out to the edge of town,” exclaimed Hank.

“If we pack a lunch, we can explore the hayloft at the old barn, dabble with fishing at the stream, or ride to the old broken-down castle that is way out of town.”

“The castle!” Victor and I said in unison.

“I’ll bring chocolate milk, celery, and cheese!”

“I’ve got the sodas, sandwiches, and chips!”

“I guess that means I bring the camera,” said Hank.

Within ten minutes we were off, riding down the road on our bicycles at breakneck speed. We rounded the corner in front of the old castle so fast that the basket went flying off the front of Victor’s bike.

“Great time for a snapshot!” yelled Hank.

We all laughed as he grabbed his camera. The cheese, celery, and chocolate milk lay scattered on the ground in a big syrupy mess.

“Say cheese!” Victor and I smiled. “Who knows what adventures await us in the castle?”