Conversation #3: 6 Years of Wisdom

Now...where was I? Oh yeah. Then, as soon as they knew it, they were in the middle of the forest. They went deeper and deeper into the forest until they came to a nice little comfy spot where it was wide and the trees, they make a full circle and a space and father said, "Well, this is a good small place to get our campfire started. Now let's get started." To start the campfire, me and dad took a look around. He told me to stay there, but I ran after him without even looking where I was and I was very deep in the woods. I saw something on the ground. It hopped by super fast. Then, it came out of the trees and showed itself as a kangaroo. I put up my gun before it came out of the shadows and then I saw another kangaroo, they...they both had little babies inside their pouches. I ran for my life. And got all the way through the woods, got to my dad's campfire where he was resting, roasting some marshmallows for us. I screamed aloud so scarededly, "KANGAROOS!" My dad was so worried, but he knew I was allergic to kangaroos, but there was only one kangaroo I didn't caught that and that was the name Baby Kangaroo. Baby Kangaroo was made to be my friend. Then his mother came along and took her away. When I started to sneeze my dad said I had to go back home as he went camping. I asked him a question, "Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" And he said he's sure, because being lonely is not always safe.

What was that?

What was what?

Say that again...

What did you say?

Being lonely isn't always safe.

Here, here.

Those are wise words.

Okay. Back to the story...