It was a cool October evening when the four sisters began their trip to the covered bridges.  The first course of the trip was to meet up with their fifth sister.  The van swung out from the Burger King parking lot and they were on their way.

Arriving in the hotel parking lot the sisters saw their sister's car.  It was the only car there.  It was a brand new hotel and they seemed to be the only ones staying there.  (I guess they forgot to leave the lamp on.)

The next order of business was to discuss their mission, should they decide to accept it, which was to find an impeccable tattoo artist and activate him.  (When mission was accomplished he would self-destruct.) Votes were cast, 3 said yes, 2 said no, majority won, mission accepted.

On the morning of the second day they began the journey to the covered bridge festival.   Propelling through the highways, at the allowable speeds only, they discussed the news of the day while listening to musical tunes ranging from mellow to heartbreaking to happy.  The spices of life. 

As the noon hour approached they stopped in an old downtown region just of the highway.   Parking was readily available, but a place to eat was not.   An unshaven, dirty clothed, smelly-but-friendly man suggested a spot that had good food and so they proceeded to this unsavory diner.   The food was good, all things considered, and they left the diner and proceeded to visit a second hand store.  Some sisters left with purchases in hand and happy hearts because of the bargains they found.

The next stop was an antique store from which they immerged numerous hours later.  They became lost, trapped in a time zone (actually it was many time zones).  They stumbled through a maze of abundant rooms, each containing a collection of memorabilia.   The sisters sifted through the rooms finding pieces of days gone by and claiming some items as their own.  When they finally departed the store they too felt like antiques.   (Some felt like that before they entered the store.)

Packages in hand they boarded the van and were again on the road. When they arrived at their destination a mystical book of many numbers was brought out.  Weather they would accepted their special mission was discussed. It was still a 3 to 2 vote so they decided that 3 would get tattooed now and the other 2 would be branded at a later date.   A tattoo parlor was selected and a time set for the next evening.  With this problem solved, they decided to go to dinner.

They entered a Japanese restaurant where legless people were eating.
Of course they must have had legs because piled at the door was a stack of shoes.  A very distraught Japanese man with a band-aid hanging across his cheek asked if they wanted to eat.  (No they were there to take a bath.)  After removing their shoes they were lead to a table that was on the floor.   This posed a small problem to the older sister but she did manage to bend down and sit.  The interesting thing is that there were holes in the floor next to the tables and that is where people put their legs.   So they too looked like they didn't have any legs.  (Tricky isn't it?)

Raindrops taped the windows as the third morning arrived.  When they discovering that Jeb Bush was a wonk they proceeded to become wonks themselves.  No wonky rain was going to stop them from the designated destination.  When they arrived at the covered bridge extravaganza the wonky rain had stopped.  So they began to shop and eat and shop and eat.  Corn on the cobs, apple dumplings, bean soup, and steak sandwiches were a few of the things they ate.

They saw a man with a pig on his head and the pig had wings!  So they took a picture with him.  They saw a pumpkin sign with holes for the head so two of them stuck their heads in the holes and took a picture with the others standing by (who had their normal holes in their heads).  They saw a man selling tough old bags so one of them bought one.  They asked him if he wanted to sell the oldest sister (as she to is a tough old bag too).  They saw lots of food; they ate lots of food, (no picture was taken of this).  They saw an auction of quilts so they bid, one at a time, (they did not bid against each other, who said they don't have a brain). Four of them purchased quilts at great prices.   Then they finally saw some covered bridges.  These were tough old bridges with names and dates carved on the insides.  Some dates were older than the oldest sister!

It was time to head back to the hotel and make a phone call to set up a designated time to complete their mission.  The 3 yes sisters were nervous, the 2 no sisters were in disbelief as they roamed the highways in search of their tattoo artist.  It was decided they must have passed it up but when they turned around they were right next to "The New Breed, New Life, Artistic Derma graphics Tattoo and Body Piercing Center Inc.".  (Tell me they didn't have correct credentials here.)  Here they were these lovely sisters (who just bought quilts) ages ranging from 35 to 55 walking boldly into this den of iniquity (as their mother would have said.).  Nothing strange about that! 

It was coming down to the wire now time for the skin jewelry, but what would it look like?  Dragons and Lions were out; a rose was suggested but immediately rejected.  It had to be something special that could be for them only.  The final selection was a five-leaf clover with the sun rising behind it.  Pretty green, yellow and orange were the colors.  That done it was time to begin. 

The bravest sister went first her face twisted up (from the pain) into a blob of fertilizer.  Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to put a clover on your body.  It didn't help that she had four other faces looking at hers!  Several hours later the 3 yes sisters had their tattoos and the other 2 promised they would get them at Christmas.  They are expected to live up to their promise.      

The next morning it was time to return home.  They first went to visit their niece and her husband.  They turned left, then left; right, left again and then they turned around.  They went right then right then left and then they turned around again and went right than left and there it was the house on the right, or was it the left. 

After checking out their lovely home and critiquing their nieces lingerie, which I'm sure she appreciated, (her husband went outside with the dog though), they left.

So it was that the second sister trip came to a close.  From it came the coalition of the Five-Leaf-Clover Sisters or "the sisters that wonk."