The week before last our small-group had a bonfire at the Hawkin’s instead of the usual go to small-group at the Suber’s thing. We had a great time roasting marshmallows and drinking hot coco. After we each had had our fill of S’mores, the kids began a game of Man Hunt. It was in this game that the night’s funniest moment was created.
I had finally captured Reagan, who is the fastest and least captured one of us all, and was victoriously marching him back to our “prison” which was an old dog pen. As I told my tale on how I captured him (waiting patiently in some bushes covered by darkness) we began to make plans to capture Sydney, who was the only person left. Just as we were speaking Sydney crept behind the trees and bushes on the Hawkin’s property line and appeared at the back of the pen, which I was presently yelling at Haydn to guard because Sydney could get there, that’s when I saw her there tagging our prisoners free.
As our prisoners flew out of their cage, with their guards right behind them, I sighed in despair that I would have to go to the weary task of catching Reagan, again. I looked over at Sydney and was surprised that she was not running off with everyone else. She slumped over the fence and gasped, “I’m tired, just tag me.” I walked across the now empty prison and tagged her. Not wanting to walk around, Sydney gave an effort to climb over the stomach high fence. I quickly began to assist her. I got her over the fence, just not off. On her way over a strap on Sydney’s left boot got very well woven into a broken part of the fence.
I set her on the ground and tried to set her free. It was dark so I could not see anything. Reagan came up and tried, then Haydn tried helping him, then Skyline came over, but it was no use. She was stuck and stuck good. Reagan told me to go get a camera so I ran to where the adults were and got my Mom’s phone. After a few more minutes of trying Sydney began telling us to go get her Dad, which we did. Mr. Amos came running over and when he reached the first thing he said was, “Sydney? Is your boot okay?” We all laughed at this. Luckily he was able to get her off the ground and, with help from the light of the phone, was able to get Sydney’s foot out of her boot and then the boot off of the fence.
Her boot was damaged, but Sydney was still in-tack. We all walked over to the adults, showed them the pictures, told them the story, and then packed up to leave. Below are some photos I took as everyone was leaving.