Post by FairhairedNancy on May 25, 2008 22:03:31 GMT -4
For united we stand, divided we fall
And if our backs should ever be against the wall
We’ll be together, together you and I
On this early Friday September morning, the Barkley household buzzed with activity in preparation for the train journey to San Francisco to attend the Annual State Fair. It was deep-rooted tradition that the family enjoyed with each passing year, save for the incident involving Audra’s appendectomy.
Heath was particularly fond of those events, which allowed him to strengthen his already close-knit relationship with Nick. He treasured this time spent with his big brother and repeatedly looked forward to locking horns with him in the shooting contest. A deft sniper with an unmatched skill to shoot a flea off a dog ten feet away, Heath would purposely and very skilfully sway his aim to miss the target in order for gloating Nick to step in and shoot his way to victory. Unbeknownst to Heath that Nick had been wise to baby brother’s deceit all these years, but would keep this knowledge neatly tucked away in his heart and soul. However he couldn’t resist the urge to tease Heath on his strings of defeats in the hand of the undisputed champion, and baby brother would swing that ball back into Nick’s court with his brand of humour.
“Don’t waste time polishing your rifle, Big Brother. This year I’m gonna beat the boots off ya,” Heath intoned with a disarming confidence and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he caringly polished the wooden butt of his rifle with a shammy.
And if our backs should ever be against the wall
We’ll be together, together you and I
--Brotherhood of Man
[/center]On this early Friday September morning, the Barkley household buzzed with activity in preparation for the train journey to San Francisco to attend the Annual State Fair. It was deep-rooted tradition that the family enjoyed with each passing year, save for the incident involving Audra’s appendectomy.
Heath was particularly fond of those events, which allowed him to strengthen his already close-knit relationship with Nick. He treasured this time spent with his big brother and repeatedly looked forward to locking horns with him in the shooting contest. A deft sniper with an unmatched skill to shoot a flea off a dog ten feet away, Heath would purposely and very skilfully sway his aim to miss the target in order for gloating Nick to step in and shoot his way to victory. Unbeknownst to Heath that Nick had been wise to baby brother’s deceit all these years, but would keep this knowledge neatly tucked away in his heart and soul. However he couldn’t resist the urge to tease Heath on his strings of defeats in the hand of the undisputed champion, and baby brother would swing that ball back into Nick’s court with his brand of humour.
“Don’t waste time polishing your rifle, Big Brother. This year I’m gonna beat the boots off ya,” Heath intoned with a disarming confidence and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he caringly polished the wooden butt of his rifle with a shammy.
