And from one of the Trail to our left comes Greg macIntyre. He proceeds with all due alertness.
“Ernie show up yet?” Greg asks as he walks up to Crystalo and me.
“No sir, the Ernie Stubbs has not yet arrived,” Crystalo answers Greg.
Then from the dark of the third trail, we hear a voice singing jauntily, “Rub-a-dub-dub, in the tub; Rub-a dub-dub; in the tub,”
Greg MacIntyre looks momentarily skywards, “And that was the only thing he learned the whole tme we were in kindergarten.”
I agree, “And he didn’t even manage to learn the entire song either.”
Ernie Stubbs walks into the Fork in the Trail and greets us, “Hi, guys, been waiting long?”
“Our arrival was not so long ago,” Crystalo asures Ernie.
“Um,” I start, “You din’t happen to come accross a Snippee’s or any other wild critters?”
Ernie thinks, “Not really, maybe a few scattered down the trail, but no nothing major.”
“But we heard the bruin,” Crystalo points out, “The one you call, ‘Old Grouchy.'”
“Oh,” Ernie lights up, “I thought I heard a big noise ahead of me.”
“But your Old Grouchy did not confront you?” Crystalo is baffled.
I slap the side of my head, “Of course, Ernie was singing the Rub-a-Dub song.”
Greg catches on, “And Old Grumpy hates baths, that is why he ran away from the Circus in the first ploace,” Greg tips his cowboy hat, “So we need a plan.”
“I dunno about you guys,” Ernie speaks up, “But I’m moving on and seeing wat’s down at he other end of this trail.”
Ernie starts down the converged trail and starts singing his jaunty song again.
Greg macIntyre rubs his chjin, “And what should we do now?”
Crystalo smiles, “When in the Outback, do as Ernie does,”
And so all three of us start on down the trail after Ernie Stubbs singing, “Rub-a-dub-dub; In the Tub,”