Well growing up we had a tomboy she was always trying to keep up with us. When she couldn't do something she would go home and complain to her daddy and he would show her how to do it. And come back the next day saying my daddy is main lobsterman and he knows how to do it.
. Sure enough she knew how to do it everything hit home runs throw the balls the farthest and tie up guys ... Saying my daddy is a lobsterman and he showed me how to do it . One day we were playing cowboys and Indians and she was the Indian we were in a field and I tripped fell on the ground face first . She was on me in seconds . in no time she had my wrist crossed and tied behind me then my feet and then hogtiñg me. Testing my bonds realizing it is very tight and I might not escape . To this she said my dad is a lobsterman and he showed me how to do it . escape is not possible . Go ahead and try. Laughing at my futile attempts she said I would never get out of this unless I had a knife then she started checking my pocket for my knife and found it in my back pocket. You won't be needing this she put it in her pocket. I'll be back for you .. see you later. With renewed vigor I struggled more to no avail. waiting for her return I think I have been tied up by the daughter of a lobster man
Happy Fourth of July
