Goof Cooked

Admist the clatter of metal silver ware on tin-plates, I am kept busy running back and forth carrying heaping servings of breakfast fare of all types. Micke Fink’s crew seemed to consume everything just as fast as I could get it set down.
And they washed it down with what looked to be murky turf green pop.
Mike Fink was to later remark that the murky green pop may have what kept his crew so ornery and such a scurvey bunch of River Pirates.A rather shrewd observation.
“I’m working up an appetite,” I yell to HM as I carry out another platter.
“Unfortunately, that crew is cleaning me out,” the Weenerman replies with a odd grin.
“Well, they should be paying for it,” I gripe.
“Could be,” the WeenerMan grins as he dollops out another flapjack with the 5-iron.
At last the last bacon is consumed and the breakfast buffet draws to a close down to the last waffle and flap-jack.
The WeenerMan wipes his brow. I catch my breath.
Then we hear a voice from behind us, “You’re forgettin’ something fellas,” Mike Fink grins, ‘We still have to Run the too Much.”

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About offroad2084

Work on the Work In Progress, MyDay in HicksTown. A light-hearted look at life in the fictional town of HicksTown in WeenerMan Township.
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