Q:Tell me a story, but you have to include these words...
papaya
joust
caterpillar
Arkansas
Ok . . . GO!!
The sun rose over the Arkansas River Valley, sending its weak morning beams through wisps of fog onto the slopes of Petit Jean. A glittering haze lingered on the river surface as barges lumbered like a giant caterpillar towards the Mississippi River with their precious cargo.
Lisa looked out over the verdant slopes of the mountain and wondered why she had packed that papaya. “I don’t even eat the damn things” she mused to herself with a smile on her lips as she resumed her hike back towards the river where she was due later that day to watch a medieval joust…
