JUNE 18-LEGS

Ralph and Elroy trudged through the thick grass individually cursing how tangled up their feet were.

“Damn it Ralpf What the f***! You said we’d find the little bastards in clumps a cow shit! I been seein clumps but I ain’t seein shrooms.” Elroy bitched; swating mosquitos off and trying not to step into the muck that framed their path.
“Look dude just chill…and here… here lies the treasure!” Ralph shouted. “Pick the little f-rs. See how the stems turn purple? Just do not eat them in the field, ok just don’t”

“Pick em? Are you nuts! Look at the bugs, look at the…well thousands of legs! I am not…”

“Yea you are!”

“Oh hell no I’m not no, no legs, no legs tickling down my throat!””

Two days later……

“Dude I am telling you, there were feet…thousands of feet tromping over me, tickling me, scratching at me….crawling…just crawling all over me…Whatever the cause was I’m done! F*** those damn bugs! F*** those damn pics…F***those damn shrooms!”