Another voice speaks up, "Yep it’s right there in Article Two," as he holds his hat over his chest.
"Orrville!" a feminine voice kicks in, "How do You know about the Barney-Bum Code??"
"Oh nothing Sweetie," Orrville quickly covers his tracks, "Just something I heard about down at eh, the Feed Mill."
Orrville quickly replaces his hat back onto his head, as do several other members in the group.
"Well, there you go,’ HM Weenerman shrugs, "It’s in the Code."
Hatng to lose a sure fleece, Amos scuffs the ground, then he spots a random toad-stoll and a new tactic comes to mind.
"You do like Morels don’t you?" Amos asks the Weenerman.
"If they’re something like baths," the Weenerman asks rhetorically, ‘Sure, at least twice a-,"
"Year?" Orville’s Sweety puts in, "I knew it."
Weenerman raises his brow, "A month," he makes the correction, "I go to lengths to remain civilized, you know."
That settled, Amos continues, "No, Morels are a kind of mushroom. You do like Mushrooms."
"Sure,’ HM Weenerman says, "They go great on pizzia,"
"As do green olives, black olives, ham, pineapple, pepporoni, anchovies, chili, peppers, italian sausage, polish sausage, other sausages of unknown origin," Twisty quotes from memory, "And whatever else we might have on hand while we’re at it."
"My Gourmet tastes," the Weenerman says proudly.
Amos nods knowingly, and then says in a low voice that all can barely hear, ‘And do you know where Morels grow?"
HM Weeenerman nods affirmitively, "They are a wonder crop developed by the land colleges, Did you kinow they put a piece of Morel mushroom in a sealed can, and then store it in a dark, dry place. Six months later you open the can, and there you have it; Mushrooms."