Bushy’s Cousin Flea Market in Freeport ME

Bushy suggested we take a trip to Freeport, Maine. His cousin runs a flea market on the weekends. Apparently Bushy’s cousin is quite the junk collector but his wife doesn’t like the clutter and makes him sell it. We caught the Downeaster train and got off at the Freeport station.

Here is Bushy’s cousin. He is very particular. He spent about a half hour muttering to himself “Do I like the arrangement?”

After a lot of rearranging, Bushy’s cousin is finally ready and the flea market is officially open. He just announced he has more stuff under the gray tarp.

Hey, I recognize that catbird, he runs the antiques shop at the woodpile. Mr. Catbird just bet me $20 he would find better bargains than I will. Obviously I have some serious competition here. Better get to work.

[Chippy has sticker shock] Can you do better on the price?

Haa? You want how much for this junk? You got be kidding.

Let’s see what else there is. This is an interesting selection.

This would be perfect for a long winter’s nap. The bed looks brand new. And it comes with a free bottle of champagne. Wow that’s a really low price (one dollar). I better inspect this for problems. Must be something wrong at such a low price and free booze. Well, turns out Bushy’s cousin was sampling the champagne and he forgot to add two zeroes to the price. My gain, his loss!

I found this life saver ring. We need one for the “dip pool”

This hunting rifle will be great for shooting sunflower seeds off the tall stocks. Easier than climbing all the way to the top.

Look it is my friend Spot. She likes that nice market basket. [Spot] “Will it fit over my head? This would be perfect for going to market.”

“It fits, I’ll take it”

Guess what, I won the bet. Mr. Catbird had his feathers all ruffled when he learned about all of the great deals I got! The $20 I won covers all the money I spent today. I will be celebrating with that champagne.