Kenyon and John spent a Saturday evening at Grandma Curry's house recently and played with their cousins for a few hours. It was a nice evening so I decided to walk between our houses in the dark to go pick them up from their evening of fun. No flashlight, no cell phone, nothing but the nearly-full moon.
On the walk back, some cattle rustled in the tall pasture grass just a few feet from the road where we walked. Kenyon instantly froze and searched for the source of the noise.
"Mom," he said. "I think I heard a dragon."
"Really? I didn't think we had any dragons around these parts." I replied.
"Well, maybe not a dragon. Maybe a dinosaur."
Consider yourselves warned, folks. We have the most treacherous 50 yard stretch of road in Greenwood County.
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