Weekend Lake Trip

All of us went to the lake this morning, Mom, Dad, the dog and of course my little annoying brother. He was bothering me as we walked down the path so I snuck up behind him and tripped him. He fell right on his side and started crying like he always does. I got yelled at, and so did he for being a little baby. But he always gets me back. Later I was leaning over the side of the lake looking at the crawfish moving around. The crawfish seemed familiar, but I couldn’t think of what it reminded me of. It was slowly crawling across the rugged terrain of the lake floor ready to attack. Then out of nowhere my little brother put a soaking wet Lilly pad on the top of my head like a hat. I didn’t move I just let the water drip down my face and into my shirt. Then as if I put on a pair of glasses like the ones Billy Pilgrim prescribes, I saw a different picture. Staring into the lake I saw a reflection of myself in an army helmet. Then it was obvious, the crawfish reminded me of a tank I had seen in pictures, how ironic.