yonny, zeke, albert, and bunky sat around the campfire.
do you remember uncle cuthbert? yonny asked conversationally.
he was a funny fellow, zeke replied.
oh i don’t know that i would classify him in that manner, albert opined.
i do not expect that i would either, bunky added.
the subject of uncle cuthbert exhausted, they stared into the fire.
that was not a very interesting discussion, yonny finally broke the silence.
how do you figure? zeke asked.
do you remember that fellow that drove a lamborghini? albert changed the subject.
and polished it every day himself? bunky inquired solicitously.
i expect that’s the one.
i can’t quite place him.
he never was much of a talker.
always rubbing up that automobile.
he seemed to have no other interests or occupation.
some fellows are like that - get hold of one thing and stick to it.
uncle cuthbert was sort of that way too, yonny returned to his original subject.
i don’t know about that, albert repeated his original claim.
just then a few raindrops began to fall.
before they knew it, the fire began to hiss, and the rain fell with a purpose.
what say we move along? albert suggested.
i knew this would happen, bunky grumbled.
oh, stop your grunbling, yonny admonished him. it’s only a little rain.
the sun will shine in the morning, zeke announced hopefully.
nobody ventured to disagree.
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