thirty-nine
compound
this morning.
Ross:
I can't imagine those guys working any longer than they absolutely
have to try to catch a dog.
Will:
Maybe they're trying to beat their old record. They caught one dog
last year.
Ross:
Yeah, I remember. Last summer Hoss left a cheeseburger in the back of
the van. An old scruffy mutt climbed into the back of the van to get
it.
Will:
Then Hoss came back looking for his cheeseburger,
saw
the dog and locked the door.
Ross:
That's what really happened but to hear those guys tell the story
you'd think they caught a Siberian tiger. Still, I'm baffled. Those
guys are usually clocked out and drinking their first beer at Dusty's
Tavern by this time.
Will:
Quick Ross, look out the window. Someone's trying to break into
Hoss's car.
Ross:
Who would want to steal that pile of junk?
Will:
Two real weirdos that's who. One guy's dressed up like Elmer Fudd and
the other guy looks like Yosemite Sam.
Ross:
Holy cow! You're right. Quick grab a shovel from the tool shed and
run those guys off the property.
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