MORE UNCLE RON AND STEPHEN PLEASE (NOT YELLING LIKE "DO THIS NOW" YELLING LIKE "I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH")
An excited 8-year-old Stephen answered the door, a huge smile on his face.
“Uncle Ron!”
“Stephen,” the older man nodded in greeting. “You are looking well.”
Ben walked up behind his son. “Hey, Ron. Thanks again for taking Stephen out with you today. It’s all he’s been talking about for days.
“It’s always a pleasure to share my knowledge of the outdoors with the next generation.” Ron looked at the book Stephen had clutched against his chest. “What have you got there, son?”
“It’s my bird book.” Stephen hoisted it in the air. “I wanna take it with me and see as many birds from here as I can.”
“Well, I would prefer you had something more useful, like a book on poisonous plants, or 101 ways to skin an animal, or how to build a bow and arrow using fallen tree branches-”
“Ron, he’s eight year’s old,” Ben said in disbelief.
“Old enough to learn how to survive on his own in nature.” Ron looked down at the confused little boy. “But I suppose this will do just fine.”
“Yay! Uncle Ron’s gonna show me all the different birds and trees and fish and- Oh, can we pee in the bushes? Please?”
“Of course. We will urinate outside just as nature intended.”
Ben just rolled his eyes with a sigh. “Okay, well, you be good for Uncle Ron and stay with him and don’t wander off.” He covered the little boy’s ears. “And please, Ron, don’t kill anything in front of him.”
“While I disagree with your objections, I respect your position as the boy’s father and will only kill an animal in self-defense.”
Ben removed his hands from Stephens ears and ruffled his hair. “Okay, then, you two have fun.”
Ron walked the little boy out to his truck. “So, young man, what do you know about wild boars?”
