Boot Camp

Ding-dong chimed the doorbell. "Wyatt!" Mom called. "You have a package!"

Wyatt galloped down the stairs. "Who's it from?" he asked curiously.

Mom squinted at the return address on the package. "It looks like it's from your Uncle Dale in Texas. I think it's your birthday present," she said, handing it to Wyatt.

"All right! Thanks, Mom!" Wyatt ripped open the package. A few minutes later his bare feet were hidden in genuine cowboy boots.

"Very nice. Now all you need is a horse," Mom said with a grin. "Why don't you go show them to your brother?"

Wyatt clomped down the hallway and into his older brother's room, where Jared was packing for military boot camp.

"Hey, Jared," he said, pointing to his new footwear. "Check it out--boot camp."

Jared laughed. "Nice. From Uncle Dale?"

Wyatt nodded. "Yep," he said as he climbed up on Jared's bed and made himself comfortable. "What kinds of things will you do at military boot camp?" he asked.

"It's ten weeks of intense military training