"Don't step in it. That is fresh dung!"
I knew that Bobo was probably right. He had been collecting what he thought was the creature's droppings since the 1980's. With my foot now planted next to, instead of on, the specimen we all gathered around to inspect it right there on the path.
"What do you suppose causes the coloration?" Cliff posed to no one in particular while bending over.
"Might be french fries," was the speculation that Ranae offered while pushing her glasses back up the prow of her nose into position.
"I tells you that is its dung!" Bobo was pretty insistent. He had already pulled out a plastic container to collect the specimen. I couldn't quite figure out where he had it stashed for our walk in.
"If it is then it can't be too far away." Cliff said causing me to look around nervously along with everyone else.
"I'm gonna see if it responds to some knocks and yells," Bobo announced and before anyone could protest he had already pulled out a pizza box and dropped it. We all looked around. Nothing. "Faaaawwwxxx Nuuuuueeeewwwsss!" He yelled out once. Then again when nothing responded.
Nothing.
"Naaaasssssskkkkhaaaarrrr!" Now Matt had joined in.
"Would you all shut the hell up you lunatics!" That voice came down from a woman yelling from her third floor apartment. We might have protested but just around then a group of drunken college students rounded the corner and we knew the scene was now compromised.
Another night on the prowl for our elusive prey. Another failure.
For some people there is Bigfoot. For others there is the monster of Loch Ness or the Bunyip. Some even still try to trap the Orang Pendek.
Me though? I'm trying to locate the infamous Sheeple.
I knew that Bobo was probably right. He had been collecting what he thought was the creature's droppings since the 1980's. With my foot now planted next to, instead of on, the specimen we all gathered around to inspect it right there on the path.
"What do you suppose causes the coloration?" Cliff posed to no one in particular while bending over.
"Might be french fries," was the speculation that Ranae offered while pushing her glasses back up the prow of her nose into position.
"I tells you that is its dung!" Bobo was pretty insistent. He had already pulled out a plastic container to collect the specimen. I couldn't quite figure out where he had it stashed for our walk in.
"If it is then it can't be too far away." Cliff said causing me to look around nervously along with everyone else.
"I'm gonna see if it responds to some knocks and yells," Bobo announced and before anyone could protest he had already pulled out a pizza box and dropped it. We all looked around. Nothing. "Faaaawwwxxx Nuuuuueeeewwwsss!" He yelled out once. Then again when nothing responded.
Nothing.
"Naaaasssssskkkkhaaaarrrr!" Now Matt had joined in.
"Would you all shut the hell up you lunatics!" That voice came down from a woman yelling from her third floor apartment. We might have protested but just around then a group of drunken college students rounded the corner and we knew the scene was now compromised.
Another night on the prowl for our elusive prey. Another failure.
For some people there is Bigfoot. For others there is the monster of Loch Ness or the Bunyip. Some even still try to trap the Orang Pendek.
Me though? I'm trying to locate the infamous Sheeple.
