The King and Bob, decided to go for a canoe ride.

The creek was lovely this time of year.  Lovely.   So off they went.  The ride was fine.  Fine indeed.

Both of them grew hungry.  So.  They stopped on the east bank to enjoy their packed lunch.

They ate marshmallow-fluff sandwiches, easy-cheese on saltines, and Tang.  Oh what a day.

And after a long talk, they decided to be on their way.
The King thought Bob had the paddle.
Bob figured the King picked it up.

Alas… they were up that creek in the canoe.  Yet, the paddle was on the shore.

“Don’t stand up, for crying out loud.”  Bob said.
But the King stood anyway.

The little boat rocked back and forth rather forcefully.

They both fell in to the creek … and the canoe drifted out of sight.

It was a good thing the city bus would be by any minute now.
Yes.  They could catch the bus.

And those wheels on that bus go round and round.

Press on. Obstacles are seldom the same size tomorrow as they are today.
-R. Schuller