Rod.. my pleasure.. believe me... if laughter is truely the best medicine I won't be sick for a very very long time after this story!
I was trying to read it to my Momma the other night and couldn't barely talk I was laughing so much...
So Aaron and I played dumb ("no clue, man, we were out hiking") while Terry just made stuff up as he went along (par for the course). Jose suddenly lost the ability to speak Ingles, but lost none of his natural enthusiasm ("Oso! Oso grande! Oso loco!"). ...
Later on Terry took an apologetic bottle of bourbon to the neighbors as a peace offering, and all was copacetic. It wasn't till the next day that Fouad discovered it was his Jack Black that Terry had gifted away, and he was hot as a three-dollar bill. I suppose sleeping sitting up in the cab of Terry's truck all night made him just a bit grumpy.
Ok.. so Gary.. I have this whole mental movie going on in my head narrated in a voice I'm going to assume is yours.
You ever think of writing this story down and contributing it to one of those books that collects short stories about dumb stuff that happens in the wilderness??? You could make a fortune... start it out... "So one day.. my friend Aaron and I decided to go on a nice hike. We left Dweedle Dee, Dweedle Dum, and Dweedle Dip (actual names have been changed to protect the identities of the rocket scientests involved) at the campground to fish... Well.. after a nice little walk in the woods we returned to our campsite and OH the mess we found.... "
If you'd like my input... Dweedle Dee should be Jose... Dweedle Dum should be Terry and Dweedle Dip should be Fouad...
