Murphs Myths Bucks of the Boonies

By M.L. Ehl

This book contains comical mischief, centering around fictional memories told from lil' Murph.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9781794884090

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Murphs Myths Bucks of the Boonies

Murph’s Myths

Bucks Of The Boonies

M.L. Ehl

©Copyright 2020 M.L.Ehl

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Published by M.L. Ehl

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Introduction

Does not matter where you live. Both country and city kids have their unique click of friends whom they have formed bonds with. For good reason,  I can't imagine any groups of friends as crazy as Murph and the Bucks of the Boonies!

Do you know what a Boonie is? Or what it means when someone uses the term? Boonie is another word for the backwoods country or ‘Living out in the sticks.’

Boonie kids are obviously from the country. Kids who hold fear. Many form close-knit friendships with neighborhood kids. These friendships form special unique families. Boonie kids are always up to what adults class as mischief. Normally a Boonie kid has at least two or three good friends in case of emergencies.

Murph invites you into his world where someone is always up to no good. Don’t let his cute freckles fool you. Murph is far from innocent. Following big brother Trick around leads Murph right where he wants to be. A great percentage of the time, it  would be something  that ended in the words ‘You’re grounded!’

Two words which hold little meaning to Murph and Trick who continue on their road of chaos.

Stories created within the pages of this book are fictional. No harm came to real persons or animals while creating the fictional stories inside MURPH’S MYTHS - BUCKS OF THE BOONIES.

Murph’s Warning!

Boonie stunts are dangerous. Unless you are an official Boonie, do not attempt stunts mentioned in this book without supervision!

This book contains stories of hilarity which are not intended for personal attempt by anyone.

Safety first!

Murph’s Myths

Bucks of the Boonies

Table of Content

Murph’s Myths

Bucks Of The Boonies

Introduction

~Chapter One ~

Flash

~Chapter Two ~

Unveiling a Witch

~Chapter Three ~

Tomato Warfare

~Chapter Four ~

Bears Can’t Fly

~Chapter Five ~

Drive-Through Diarrhea

~Chapter Six ~

Better Reception

~Chapter Seven ~

Superman

~Chapter Eight ~

Slippery Goose

~Chapter Nine ~

Poopy Pepper

~Chapter Ten ~

Worm’s Fishing Trip

~Chapter Eleven ~

Candy Caper

~Chapter Twelve ~

Instant Horse Lesson

~Chapter Thirteen ~

Picture Perfect

~Chapter Fourteen ~

Let there be war!

~Chapter Fifteen ~

Coffee Anyone?

~Chapter Sixteen ~

Banjo In The Mist

~About The Author~

~Chapter One ~

Flash

Living out in the country, one would think we would get bored.  We didn’t. We were always into mischief which normally ended with rolling eyes and parents grounding us.

My name is Murphy (Murph for short). Seven years old, and the smallest of our neighborhood Boonie gang. My brother told me a few times that size does not account for everything. He would normally say this to me if he saw that I had a bad day. Though I lack height, if my brother is right, I am one smart dude. Oddly enough, my fire red hair and freckled face never bothered me.

It was summer and downright hot. As with all the other kids in the neighborhood, we were antsy. Just dying to try something new before the school year started.

What you need to know is country life requires a certain ability to thrive on what you have around you. We could always entertain ourselves though.

I know one thing; I am never getting married! My parents are always in the middle of us having any real fun. Groundings suck! Honestly, I think my parents took some pleasure on how to hand out punishments. All they had to do was look at one another and nod in agreement with what they said to each other. One spoke, the other would look and just nod in agreement. End of discussion. That look my parents held had my brother and I swear they were robots.

Most of the kids on my road hang out together. After school, when our daily chores were complete we were free to go play. Our idea of play and our parent’s idea of play seemed to be on different pages. I mean, come on we live in the country! The country just screams danger, and the thrill to test the boundaries.

This is the story of Flash and a day we won’t soon forget.

The road we live on has a giant hill that connects to the county line. It was only a matter of time before one of us had the wonderfully brilliant idea of building a massive ramp at the bottom of that hill.

Excitement overtook us as we drew up the plan. It would be a beaut! According to the quick drawn-out plan, the ramp would be huge. Imaging my bike ripping down the ramp filled me with both fear and an eagerness to fly down it.

What do ya think, Trick? Will she hold? Looking at my older brother, I wondered if the boards would hold our weight. Trick a lanky tall twelve-year-old got his name after jumping a fence with no help from any ramps. Not one hair touched that fence! The fence has electric fencing across the top, so the rest of us kids were pretty impressed by this daring stunt. My brother being older, I looked up to him for his wisdom. I tribute my self-esteem to how my brother would shut down anyone who dare pick on me with his common sense. He never complained about my wanting to hang out with him all the time rather than kids my age. I guess in a way I am growing up faster than the average kid. I do not act like any of the immature seven-year-olds that I know. Thankfully, this was because of Trick’s patience of my constant need to be near him.

Over time, Trick’s menacing ways rubbed off. In our minds, our bikes were motorcycles. The gang would rip through cornfields, or race down the road. We built ramps in the past but never one like this masterpiece.

Assessing the situation, Trick rubbed the sweat from his brow. Walking toward the middle of the massive ramp, Trick gently shook the posts. When they began to wobble, Trick shook his head.

This middle section needs more support. Find more boards, Murph.

Turning around, I waved to a few of our neighbor friends who were coming to see what we were doing.