"Excuse us," Winsome winks, "But it’s time for us to be going back to catch up onh the survey at the Water-bridge.’
"Fair enough," I shrug, "Appreciated the company," and as the Bilology Club moves on,’ I warn them, "Watch out for tree snakes!"
The Club laughs kindly, "Garter green tree snakes are a matter of folklore in indigenous to this Township," Winsome smiles her, you silly, smile.
I wait long enough to retie my tennis shoes, and soon just off in the brush, I hear a series of startled remarks and commentary bordering on out right scream., And then there is the sound of a mass exodus headed my way. The entire Community College Biology and Excavation Club moves thru, right by me, at max post haste.
"Sometimes local folklore does have a basis in actual events," Winsome calls over to me as she exits hastily.
"Sometime it does," I nod in agreement.
"But why didn’t you tell me it was their clustering season," Winsome calls as she moves past.
"Clustering, of tree garters? Never seen one of those," I call back.
"You really should go take a look yourself," Winsome calls before she disappears to take the long way back to the Survey site.
"Thanks, I will," I thank her, then in a lower voice, "I will take a different route around those tree snakes that is."