In the OuthouseCopyright © 1997 Property of Deborah K. Fletcher for Florence MacLennan Brown. All rights reserved.While visiting family in Nova Scotia, my husband left to use the outhouse. The outhouse was on a hill behind the farmhouse, overlooking the ocean. Of course, I expected he was simply answering the call of nature, and would return in a short time. Fifteen minutes went by...a half hour passed. I began to wonder if he was all right. Finally, after waiting for an hour, I started worrying. Had he become ill? Had he fallen through? I climbed the hill to the outhouse, calling his name. There was no answer. Finally, near panic, I yelled and threw open the outhouse door. "Hello," he said. "I've just been sitting here enjoying the wonderful view." Please View and Sign My Guestbook © 1998-2000 Debbie Fletcher, joiya@tcia.net
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