The old couple and the two young girls made their way up the path and over the new bridge to the field on the other side of the stream.
“Grandma, come see what we found, right there by the pile of old boards under that big fir tree,” said Rachel. “Kaity said it used to be a fort, that can’t be right?”
“Are they people skulls?
“Did someone die here?” said Rachel.
“Are there ghosts here too?
“Now I’m really scared!”
“Good grief Kaity, got hold of yourself, you too Rachel. Quit dancing around like a pair of giddy grasshoppers. Let me take a good look at this,” grandma scolded good naturedly.
“What do you think, dear?
“What’s wrong? Do I see a tear in your eye? Surely you’re not upset about some dirty old sheep skulls?”
“Listen Elsa, sit down girls, I want to tell you a story,” said grandpa George. “When I was a young lad and lived in that old farm house across the field, my brothers and I built a fort...