I still remember that horrid, horrid day, May 11th 1994.
We were having a picnic, remember that lovely valley near Sidney where we used to hunt for the snakes and where you wrestled the gators....Day was perfect, all sunny! I felt as if I were never happier. Perfect Bday...You, Laslo (my twin), late papa Lajosh and I...What a family! Everyone was so full of envy, my mamma the gator slayer, my twin the snake handler and papa, oh papa, he was always in your shadows....We know who wore the pants!!!
And then, like a lightning from the sky came that woman (whose name we do NOT speak of, starts with a P and ends with atchos), she came to feed her wild, wild dogs, THE DINGOS!
The Dingos just ate my brother and she became your best friend! How great is that!!!!:biggrin1::biggrin1::biggrin1:
Disclaimer-The story is part of some highly (un)developed imagination! and is chat related!:smile: