It's the Groaner of the Week!!!!

There aren't a lot of New Year's groaners around but I thought this one a gem!!!!

A man started a tradition of taking his young son camping every New
Year's Eve. Since they lived in the South, though it still got cold on
New Year's Eve, it was not the biting cold of the North and, with the
older man and the young fellow bundled up warmly, the temperatures were
not unbearable. But the son didn't have the taste for camping and for
nature that his dad did.

Their equipment was on the primitive side: No air mattresses, for
example--they slept in plain old sleeping bags. And they slept inside
an old World War I army surplus tent.

Alas, one year the well-worn tent finally succumbed to a rip in the
canvas, and in the middle of the night a nocturnal bird got into the
tent, startling the son horribly. Frightened, he grabbed up his
backpack and sleeping bag, pulled his dad to his feet, and headed out
into the night, running toward where they had left their van.

"Wait!" said the father, mindful that the son was leaving something
behind. . .

"Should owled and quaint tents be forgot?"

Happy Blogging!!!!!

Kay