“You’re going to have to grin and bear it,” said Dale, shaking his head at the protestors.
Three hippies in tye dye were dumping red paint on Edmund’s truck. He wasn’t even a hunter – they’d just gone fishing for the day, and tossed back everything they caught since their wives were allergic.
“Yes, Dale.” Edmund reached for the latch of the cage. “We are going to.”
Edmund grinned. Dale grinned back at him. Then Edmund opened the cage door and released their trained bears.
No comments:
Post a Comment