Trail #645

And so.......in the Year of World Peace Through Beer...........a pilgrim came out of the east and a maiden of the virtuous type arrived from the west bringing libations from the east and west hemispheres........and they decided they must dispense these libations but only to those worthy by completing a dangerous journey............ and they placed libations along the Trail, and they even provided cool shirts which honored a famous but dead world peace through beer traveler.........who had autographed the shirts in a language we could not understand..........

And so the one known as Chips of a Ho decided to lay Trail in the Forest of Acres and his Trail began on the Hill of Quinine (and there was ironically a Walgreens next door), and his journey required a Hare servant in training and he had chosen the one of Vinegar of the Vagina (a.k.a. Pickled P***Y).......which was the lady from the west.........and together they sowed a Trail of finely ground bleached grain, while making religious signs along Trail using a well known writing instrument, along with extremely thin rolled paper draped over vegetation in the dense Forests of the Acres.

The Hares invited villagers from near and far to join them by following this Trail and they would be rewarded with ample amounts of Barley and Hops, and Wheat, and Yeast, and Water.  The villagers enthusiastically followed Trail and stopped for a short rest at the home of a former Columbian villager and there was tasty libations enjoyed while many relieved themselves.  Back on Trail the villagers became a bit weary but continued the arduous journey with the promise of more tasty libations........each traveler contributing something for the benefit of the group.........

there was the bleating cry of the lost lamb (or was it a goat) from the one known as the Abusement Park..........her neighbor.....the Small Rooster that was Lost (Little Cock Lost) crowed mightily to boast of his standing among the villagers........not to be outdone was the Finger Dipped In Fowl (Fowl Finger) to rival the Small Rooster.........and the lady known as the Fairy of Cockins joined the birds of the same feather.......and the one known as D.U.M.B. was unfamiliar with this spectacle and drank extra libations to rid her of these visual images, while her personal Religious Advisor (Cum Union) attended to her every need.....................

and the Grandest of Masters (Finger Me) called for the playing of the Flute to provide musical enjoyment to the travelers......and the one who Cums and Runs pressed his lips against the metal object and it sounded like a call to arms and it motivated the Wankers to not give up......and they spent the rest of the journey arguing whether Cums and Runs was blowing horn from the traditional Louis Armstrong heritage or was he of the 1970s/1980s Chuck Mangione school of Blow Hards.......but it was unresolved until the travelers wandered upon an old man beside the road who was offering free advice if you could solve his riddle.......but he (the Old Pistol Display.....Antique Gun Show) could not remember the answer to his own riddle, so he let the Hounds pass in peace........

.........and this dangerous journey included crossing a huge canyon on the trunk of a tree that had given its life for the travelers.......and then passing through the forest of the bamboo sprouts in order to remain hidden from the winged carnivores who flew over-cranium in hopes of grabbing lunch below...............and so the travelers were nearing the end of their journey, but had failed to snare the Hares.........but it did not dampen their spirits as they were rewarded for their efforts with tasty libations and the fact that everyone made it to the end without injury...........

and the Religious Advisor convened a Service to honor thy Hares and Hounds........and a visitor (Juggs) from the North of Carolina was honored, a traveler from the far east (No Name Jim) was honored........a well known feminist invaded the sacred Circle without an invitation but was quickly told to go sit in her corner and color in her coloring book.........and many Hounds who had not attended previous mandatory meetings to prepare for this journey were scorned.....Toots McGhee, Farty McQuick Crete, Po Po Swing Low, and others...........and the quiet but wise men looked on with approval......K.B. of F., the P. of P., and the Delivery of Boy............and so the end had come and it was time for the passing of the sacred vessel to the most deserving traveler to keep safe and carry it on the next journey...........and so the one Hound who uses teambuilding exercises to motivate her peers.......D.U.M.B. was prepared to receive this honor and the sacred vessel was placed upon the soft, white, buttocks of D.U.M.B. to ensure it was meant to be......and it was.........and so in the Year of World Peace Through Beer a successful journey was complete and all travelers were thrilled with their accomplishments.........and they all departed and began thinking of how they could add this Trail to their resume to help them get a job............so let it be said, so let it be written.........Amen and On On!

Bashful

Columbian RA