The Great Outdoors

Two marshmallows got married at the campfire last night.

Everybody raised a toast.

The campground asked how they could improve my stay.

I filed a bug report.

The campground advertised free streaming at every site.

It turned out to be a stream.

My son had no idea what to do after graduation, so I handed him a compass.

He needed direction.

We threw a fiftieth birthday party for our favorite hiking spot.

It's officially over the hill.

Never argue with a canyon.

They always get the last word.

The day the dry riverbed filled up again, the whole valley celebrated.

A true watershed moment.

The little pebble down at the lake flunked out of school.

It kept skipping.

Online dating is rough down at the lake.

Too many catfish.

I asked the pet store for a fish my parakeet would respect.

They sold me a perch.

Our local meteorologist lost every file he ever saved.

His cloud burst.

The thunderstorm formed a union.

Now the lightning is on strike.

The lawn is taking the sprinkler to court.

It's demanding dew process.

My tomato plants wanted to start a little business.

I chipped in some seed money.

I only packed one tiny snack for the whole beach day.

It was just enough to tide me over.

At sunset the lifeguard whistled everyone out of the water.

At last, the coast was clear.

My aunt the fortune teller moved her booth to the beach.

Now she reads palms all day.

Volleyball players make wonderful matchmakers.

They're always setting people up.

The soccer club's groundskeeper used to be an opera singer.

He still has perfect pitch.

The golf course's new website is so easy to navigate.

It's nothing but links.