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Cabin Fever Confessions: Woody Diggit and the Junk Pile (not for adults)

Leslie(nova scotia)

Well-known member
From the land of the Bluenose.....well I finally got this pile of junk sorted out and thought that I would put it to good use and tell you a cabin fever fairy tale from the piles components. Just far too much time on my hands. Enjoy!<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812c0b056be800000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>

Once upon a time there was a bouy named Woody Diggit who spent all his spare time a digging.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812c0b0cead100000015108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>

Only trouble with this poor lad is that he didn't have a <center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812cf5da6b4800000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>

So he set forth on a quest to find the<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812cf5d1ea7300000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> like in the Wizard of Oz to unlock his cold heart.

He went to his garage to select a set of wheels to begin his journey but some were aweful dirty or in need of major repairs.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812cf42c2b2600000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> "Lord love a duck" said Woody but had to settle for<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812cf439aa0300000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>
He had to bite the <center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812cf4222b2800000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> and then had to<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812cf427aa1d00000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>up and they were on their way. Of course they had to stop at the bank for a little<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812cf42faa1500000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>

Putting on his<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812c0b076bea00000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> and just enjoying the drive he got lost deep in thought and thought about finding the mother lode of<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812cf42a2b2000000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> We interrupt this Woody thought as I'm sure he was on the wrong channel and was thinking of this mother lode of<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812c0b1f6bf200000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> Obviously poor Woody didnt have it all together so let's pray to<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812cf4202b2a00000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> that he could complete this epic quest.

Driving down the road at a good<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812cf42e2b2400000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> he saw some great sites including<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812cf5c5ea6700000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> and a group of the "Usual Suspects"<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812c0b00eadd00000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> lurking aout.

Woody knew that he had the right<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812c0b02eadf00000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> to do the job but had to<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812c0b016bec00000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> out that he didn't run out of time and had to report to work...there was just not any time to stop along side the river and<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812cf5d5ea7700000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> He weighed his options carefully least his fate be sealed and the key not found.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812c0b0f6be200000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>

It was clear to Woody at this time that no one was going to <center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812c0b18eac500000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> feed him so he concentrated on the task at hand.

Big Bird turned the truck sharply and there it was the<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812cf5dbea7900000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> to solve the quest to unlock his heart! He immediately had visions of diamonds in his head and butterflies in his stomach.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812cf5d3ea7100000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>His years of living like a <center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df00b3127cce812cf42daa1700000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> were over as there in the pile of the keys to life was not the one to unlock his heart but the reason for having one. A lovely daughter<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cc06b3127cce80cdeaee9f6300000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> and a loving <center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cc06b3127cce80cdead11e6c00000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> who lets Woody Diggit diggit when ever he can so he can be....happily ever after..the mother lode!
 
I think from the looks of it, subconsciously you want to go MDing in Arizona. Love your imagination.
I would love to have a big house. Then I could have a place where my Snow-bird MDing friends could come for the winter. We could MD in the sunny parks and on the beach and be happy all winter. See, I can tell fairy tells also.
I would love to meet you someday. Maybe are paths will cross.


I meet you half way.........sayyyy....West Virginia!!!!
 
n/t
 
That was a fun story, Les. You're clever, creative, and fortunate to have a couple of lovely ladies who support your love for the hobby.
 
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