(F)Art in the Park

As April and Jack missed the Grundy Park officially scheduled Art in the Park session, April had thought ahead to bring up some art sullies and canvases in order to have our own version. We had previously scouted out the perfect setting to perform this activity, a beautiful rocky ledge overlooking the lake, very inspirational. We waited for the day Maggie was here, and off we trotted after dinner to the lovely spot and commenced our masterpieces.
People going by on the paths were talking in whispers, thinking we were professional artists, so as not to disturb us. Some people fishing approached us and asked if we minded that they fish beside us, a short distance away. A real Tom Thompson moment, very distinguished and sophisticated.
That idyllic moment did not last. April, Maggie and Jack were sitting on one long rock,  with all the paint supplies and I had moved beside them on another. In order for me to get the paint for my portrait, I had to climb over an area that was full of old gnarled tree roots, and bend over to reach the paints behind Jack.
Let me preface this last part with the fact that I am of an age where the digestive system is not what it used to be. When I bent over to get the paints, my feet got trapped in the roots and as I tripped, I expelled some rather noisy body sounds(farts, to be exact). Well, the fishing people got an earful and the rest of them were cracking up laughing so hard that the more I laughed, the more I tooted. It was very embarrassing, but of course, hilarious. From this day forward, Art in the Park is now referred to as Fart in the Park, which I am sure I will be reminded of by Jackson et al.