One night Gilbert and Dad were out camping on the foothills. They made a fire and cooked a rabbit and
then went to sleep. As the desert night wore on it got colder and colder. My dad was using a denim
blanket as a sleeping bag and he kept moving closer and closer to the fire. It got colder and colder
and Dad moved closer and closer. The blanket caught on fire and warmed everyone up. Luckily they
were able to put out the blaze and save both boy and blanket… well, most of the blanket. That blanket
became our family picnic blanket when I was a little kid.
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