Wait a minute, Mark. I thought this was a camping/fishing trip, not a camping/fishing/photography trip. In fact, I didn't even know that Rusty had brought his camera. (I actually thought that he might have locked it away in a safe between shoots so that it couldn't fall into the hands of any bank robbers/kidnappers/evil fishermen.) I hope he remembered to charge the battery before you left Lost Forest. It would be a shame if he was about to take a picture of that duck or that heron (at least, I think it's a heron) with what looks like a Mohawk and the battery died. On the plus side, Sassy has reappeared, which means that she either abandoned her post at the camp, or they had brought her all along and she was just outside running and jumping and playing (and maybe chasing that cat, which has now mysteriously disappeared after it just as mysteriously appeared). The real mystery of this strip, though, is the identity of the person or thing hiding behind the strip, asking them how long they plan on staying in the swamp. (Me, I think it might be Ann Landers, or whoever has taken over since her death. That, or a classified ad for some used furniture or an old car in like new condition.)
Meanwhile, Phil and Stu (who have never been given any names and are simply referred to as "Bob Jackson's poaching friends") discuss their next move at the local bar and grill (I certainly hope it's not the Valhalla Bar And Grill because I don't think that Odin would like this one bit). Since they didn't read anything in the newspaper about their attack on Mark the night before, they come to the conclusion that he was eaten by alligators (because we all know how fast newspapers can cover a story, especially if it occurs after the deadline and everyone has presumably gone home except for the people monitoring the printers and the guy who sweeps the floor). Deciding it's safe to poach again, they decide to grab Bob in the morning and get back to work. In other hunting news, Wise Old Owl (or maybe it's his brother Not-So-Wise Middle-Aged Owl) is on the hunt again too, as the tiny flea on his wing informs him that it's okay to get some more hides (which I can only assume are mice or small rabbits). Be careful Mark, the swamp is turning into a very dangerous place. (Still, wouldn't it be funny if Mark ended up running into Rabbit, too? He probably won't, but it's still something to think about.)
Wait a minute, Mark. I thought this was a camping/fishing trip, not a camping/fishing/photography trip. In fact, I didn't even know that Rusty had brought his camera. (I actually thought that he might have locked it away in a safe between shoots so that it couldn't fall into the hands of any bank robbers/kidnappers/evil fishermen.) I hope he remembered to charge the battery before you left Lost Forest. It would be a shame if he was about to take a picture of that duck or that heron (at least, I think it's a heron) with what looks like a Mohawk and the battery died. On the plus side, Sassy has reappeared, which means that she either abandoned her post at the camp, or they had brought her all along and she was just outside running and jumping and playing (and maybe chasing that cat, which has now mysteriously disappeared after it just as mysteriously appeared). The real mystery of this strip, though, is the identity of the person or thing hiding behind the strip, asking them how long they plan on staying in the swamp. (Me, I think it might be Ann Landers, or whoever has taken over since her death. That, or a classified ad for some used furniture or an old car in like new condition.)
Meanwhile, Phil and Stu (who have never been given any names and are simply referred to as "Bob Jackson's poaching friends") discuss their next move at the local bar and grill (I certainly hope it's not the Valhalla Bar And Grill because I don't think that Odin would like this one bit). Since they didn't read anything in the newspaper about their attack on Mark the night before, they come to the conclusion that he was eaten by alligators (because we all know how fast newspapers can cover a story, especially if it occurs after the deadline and everyone has presumably gone home except for the people monitoring the printers and the guy who sweeps the floor). Deciding it's safe to poach again, they decide to grab Bob in the morning and get back to work. In other hunting news, Wise Old Owl (or maybe it's his brother Not-So-Wise Middle-Aged Owl) is on the hunt again too, as the tiny flea on his wing informs him that it's okay to get some more hides (which I can only assume are mice or small rabbits). Be careful Mark, the swamp is turning into a very dangerous place. (Still, wouldn't it be funny if Mark ended up running into Rabbit, too? He probably won't, but it's still something to think about.)
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