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"And our camp story begins...."

CUP OF MUD

 "This coffee tastes like mud! What did ya put in it? Dirt?" Louise spat out, slinging the contents of her cup into the campfire.

Earnest waited until the hissing died down from the fire, then calmly eased out, "Just coffee, dear.  Nothing more than coffee."

"Ah, drat! It's starting to rain! And it's all YOUR fault!" Louise hissed, reminding Earnest of the fire only moments ago. "It always rains when you're around. You're worthless!  You can't even make coffee!  Did I tell you that this coffee that YOU MADE tastes just like mud!!!  A cup of mud!!!!"

Louise never shut up. Ever never ever shut up. She had batteries of steel encased in her Gripe Box, no doubt about that, Earnest decided in silence.

"That coffee mud taste - I can't get it out of my mouth!" Louise ranted, her mouth screwed up into a tight bow.  "I feel like I've eaten a backpack of dirt and it's all YOUR fault!  Did I tell you that??  Huh? Huh??? It's all YOUR fault, mister!"

"Yes, dear, all my fault," Earnest eased out, picking up the ax.

"What are you, an idiot?" Louise hissed again, pointing to the ax. "Only an IDIOT would go out for firewood during a rainstorm!  You're an idiot, Earnest!"

"Yes, dear," Earnest eased out flatly, Louise never more irritating than at this moment.

"My present state of misery is ALL YOUR FAULT!" she yelled, her voice sounding a bit deranged.  "My mouth tastes just like a cup of mud and it's all YOUR fault!"

"Yes, dear, all my fault," Earnest eased out quietly as he whacked her in the head simoustameously with the flash of lightening that brightened the dark sky.

Thirty minutes later, he had tossed the FINALLY SILENT Louise into the hole he'd dug, deep in the wet woods. As he tossed the first shovel of dirt into the hole, he eased out, "Here's mud in your eye, dear."

"The moral of the story is that a cup of mud is not always as satisfying as mud in your eye...."

 

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