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Buck Simmons
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Sitting at the table in the old cabin with a half empty beer, he finished the last page from the stack of old notebooks. He smiled as he thought of the full life his grandfather lived, but then frowned at the many hardships he had to endure as well.

He was especially interested in the dreams, the people, the adventures, the love, the gardens that were planted and the menagerie that was written about. His mom had told him that he had actually been named after some silly dream critter that grandpa allegedly found, at her fathers (my grandpa's) urging, because the thing was so damn cute he said. "Bucky", it made him laugh, he wished he could see this thing.

What his mom didn't know was that he, himself, had achieved the dreamstate, just like his grandpa did, and he had looked for the critters, the gardens, and many of the things written about, but comparing grandpa's notes with what he had seen so far and experienced, a lot must have changed. He had met some very nice folks though.

He didn't take much after his grandpa, .. and his dad?, he had no clue, he never knew who he was..mom never married, just as no one had ever known who his grandma was either, if anybody asked grandpa about her, he would just go quiet, and look sad.

No, he was no gardener and he wasn't very good with animals, except weird fish, but he could fix just about anything. If it's broke!, he can fix it, and he could make stuff out of just about anything. His mom always tells him his smile , demeanor and a few of his mannerisms are very much like grandpa's were, which.. after having read all the things he had written, wasn't a bad thing.

He smiled and put one of the notebooks that wasn't full to the side of the table as he finished his beer, he thought he might try and see if he had any of grandpa Elmer's flair for writing, but another day. He plodded over to the old bunk and stretched out on his back with a yawn and fell asleep easily.
Buck E. Simmons
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