Author: Angel

An elderly man down in Alabama had owned a big ol’ farm ever since he could remember. It was passed down to him when his daddy died. He had a great big pond out back. It was huge and nicely shaped for swimming in. In fact, he used to take dips himself as a younger man. He’d fixed it up real nice, with nice new picnic tables and some beautiful apple and peach trees all about. One night the farmer decided he’d head over to the pond to check on it and maybe paddle his feet some. As he left, he grabbed a big ol’ five gallon…