Everyone just stands there until somebody cracks a smile, and pretty soon I find myself surrounded by a crowd of people who are all giggling and chuckling apparently over something I had just said.
“The Scout lead an expedition and actually find something?” Sam Bascom chuckles.
“Well. there’s a first time for everything,” Pyrene and Twisty have wandered over from the Burdock and are putting their two cents worth in.
“My, My aren’t we just the little Orpahan Annie Optimist today,” Twisty kicks in.
“Well the Sun will come up tomorrow,” Pyrene observes.
“Not if we send the Scout out looking for it,” Twisty states, “Remember how we had him reset all the Town Clocks for DayLights Saving time and everyone ended up waking at midnight?”
Everyone there from Hickstown are having a pretty good laugh by then.
“He did find Santa Claus,” Pyrene recalls.
“That winter it snowed in and the guy at Big Box needed a ride back to his hotel at the County Seat?” Twisty mirths it up.
“That’s where he said he had his reindeer parked,” I scratched my head.
“Yeah, you gotta do a favor for Santa Claus!” Ernie puts in.
By then everyone is amused, even Greg macIntyre is having himself a chuckle.
Crystalo Carruso takes my arms and says, “So noble of the Scot, to provide us with amusement to forget our problem by volunteering to lead a scoutng expedition.”
More laughter and amusement.
“Ok, here, let’s get serious,” Judge Patrick takes charge, “here Ranger hand me that topographical map.”
The Judge spreads the map out on the hood of the Buck Truck, “Okay Greg take some guys up back the road you came in on, swing back around to the farside, look for any tracks or stuffleading out of the OutBack. Ranger Warden and me will take another bunch and do the same and swing around the West sde and meet you behind the OutBack.”
“And I can cut a traverse right through the middle of the OutBack to try and get a hot trail,” I say with determination.
A short silence.
Then Judge Patrick speaks up, “We have enough searchers to do a thorough search already.”
“Then what am I supposed to be doing?” ask.
Sam Bascom hands me a broom and a dust-pan, “All this ruckus has really stirred things up,” Sam Says, “So whi8le we’re all looking , you can clean up and tidy things around here.”
“What?’ I start.
“Face it,” Twisty tells me, “Its your Specialty.”