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I found the following story on my daughter sandi's web page. I laughed out loud in bed, as mike slept, when i read it on my laptop. so.........i had to share. i laughed so hard i had tears in my eyes. Sandi must be Jonathan's protector! NOW i know what happened to the pickles!
Oh yea, keep in mind this story was written on or about may 27. I just found it today, sept. 27th!!!!!!!!
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THE VOLCANO ISN'T BIG ENOUGH. by Sandi Gough

Today was an okay day. Not too much happened. I did a few loads of laundry, walked the dogs with my little brother, cooked dinner, talked with some friends online, etc. I haven’t read my scriptures yet today and I skipped yesterday and the day before . . . bad Sandi. Oh well, there isn’t anything I can do about the past, but I’ll get to my studies right after typing.
The highlight of my day was walking outside to a giant water volcano in the garden. My little brother Jonathan looked back at me, his hands and feet bathed in mud.
"What are you doing?" I squinted one eye at him and raised the eyebrow of my other.
He turned away from me without answering. His small hands scooted more mud up to the volcano’s sides. I walked toward him and smirked slightly. What a kid. I knew it was too quiet in the house. I stopped at the edge of the garden, crossed my arms together, and watched him. Being closer, I noticed the mud reaching to his knees and onto his shorts.
"Jonathan, what are you doing?"
"I’m making a volcano, but I couldn’t get it to explode so I made it bigger," he looked back at me with that look of his . . . what was that look . . . it was, it was his I’m-not-sure-if-I’m-allowed-to-be-doing-this look.
"Oh, okay."
We both waited, staring at each other for a few moments. He turned away again and I watched him again, what in the world possessed him to think making a muddy volcano was a good idea. Well, I guess it is kind of cute. Jonathan waded around the outside of his work of art pushing dirt back into the giant puddle.
"Do you think they’ll notice?" he patted down the mud making sure it was level.
"I don’t know, but you’d probably better tell them."
"No, just don’t say anything, Sandi."
"Well, you’d better tell them. You know they won’t be as mad if you tell them."
He stood up and waddled out of the garden, taking half the soil with him. We talked about how to get him in the house without tracking mud. Finally, he sprayed himself down with the hose. When he finished he stood in one spot with his arms lifted up horizontally to the ground. Water dripped down his legs, jacket, and heavy jean shorts.
"Well?" both of my eyebrows were raised this time and I bit my bottom lip.
"Go get me a towel."
That’s the end of the story. I’d give more, but nothing interesting has developed past the point of me getting him a towel, him coming inside, and then he changed his clothes . . . Just kidding, something just happened. Man, I always feel so guilty when Jonathan gets in trouble right after doing something good (he actually watered the garden before drowning a section of it he thought was unplanted.) It turns out there were pickles planted underneath the water volcano. Oh well, it will all work out: I’m sure.
Anyway, study, study, study. I must get back to my great quest for wisdom and knowledge. First (aw, he was just thanked for watering the garden despite the blunder . . . I feel better now) stop, scripture mania. Over and out.
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