McVanBuck: Call of the Lighter
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Narrado por:
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Martin Mast
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De:
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Peter N. Mast
Sobre este áudio
McVanBuck is a collection of hilarious action-adventure stories for the outdoorsman written by Peter N. Mast. Peter N. Mast shares a range of joyful, fun-filled adventure humor stories, packed with a rare blend of pure genius.
From growing up on a Canadian farm where money was the goal but never the prize for Elvis McVanBuck, to the rank-smelling neighbor Mr. Brown, who pops in with his stubborn farmer personality, to coming face-to-face with Sasquatch, these adventures have been known to make people burst out with laughter and even to tears. Filled with rich, colorful characters, starting with coming face-to-face with Sasquatch in chapter one. "Sasquatch Chills", chapter two, "Fire Fools", chapter three, "Fuel Tank Fire", chapter four, "Ketchup Graffiti", chapter five, "Thistle Attack", chapter six, "Rat Invaders", chapter seven, "Smoking Toothpicks", chapter eight, "Work Boots", chapter nine, "Call of the Lighter", and lastly chapter 10, "Hole to the Underworld"...these stories will surely entertain the whole family, from the grandparents, teen boys and girls, to recovering loved ones in the hospital who are in need of a smile and a laugh.
Sample: As Mr. Brown knocked on our front door, the smell from outside came wafting in through the open window, hitting my nose, making my knees wobble. Joy, hesitating, sucked in some air and began to hold her breath before letting the rank old farmer and his fog of death into the house. The door was hardly open before Mr. Brown’s foot appeared in the crack of the door, just in case Joy was going to change her mind about letting him in. As he took a seat at our table and I poured him some coffee, I said, “You’ve been skinning some skunks again, I see.” And I thought to myself, It must have been a ripe rotten skunk; the stink’s so rank that it could peel the paint off the walls and a layer of flesh off of my eyeballs. He replied, “No, just that dandy-sized skunk last month. Why do you ask?"
©2020 Peter N. Mast (P)2020 Peter N. Mast