Bob’s favorite items were a collection of about a half-dozen wooden drummer statues. Some were natural brown wood but most

Uncle Weed’s hut sat amongst a bunch of trees, bushes, flowers and gardens. All around lived rabbits, squirrels, butterflies, and

Bob couldn’t remember which of the huts Uncle Weed’s lived in, so they yodelled and hollered for him. It wasn’t

First off, the boys had to trek to Uncle Weed’s cabin in the canyon. It wasn’t too far, but far

And so, Bob and Uncle Weed were going camping. Not only them, but Bob’s friend, Otto. Bob had told Otto

Bob really liked his Uncle Weed. He came around fairly regularly, but not so often that it was too much,