I Hate My Uncle

When I was 8 years old and my brother was 6 we visited my uncle and aunt in Idaho. My brother and I were outside listening to my uncle and father talking about fishing in the mountains. My brother and I both both needed to pee so we started into the house. My uncle yelled where are you boys going. We told him we were going in the house to pee. He said you don't need to be running in and out of the house so much. You pee over there by that fence. We started to pee on the fence when we started to scream and yell at the top of our voices. The women all came running out of the house to see what was wrong and my uncle was laying on the ground, he was laughing so hard. We had been peeing on an electric fence. I hate my uncle.