The Day after the Entourage first encountered teh Bobologists dawned clear and bright and hotter than the hubs of Hades! Fredania the Macedonian was used to much cooler weather but he figured he'd deal with it. (This is because, as everyone knows, they don't have hot in Macedonia, but they do have seminars on "dealing" with things.) Anyway, the Entourage Arrived at the Thailand Scottish-Type Festival (hereafter to be known as "TSF") again. And they found the ever present and/or annoying/persistant/determind/never-leaving Bobologists again. They (the Bobologists) were out of thier natural habits and weren't quite sure what the customs of this strange new land were. In the course of the weekend the Bobologists made some enemies (who were jealous of their finite coolness.) and some friends (who became that much cooler for hangin' with them. Yeah, everyone's in it for themselves. So what? Now if we'd just admit it.) and some people who just generally thought they weird very, very odd. When the day was all but done, and 7th Deli had played their (almost) last tune, the Bobologists prepared to exit stage left, as it were. (in other words, return home.) But then they saw something veeeerrrry strange. Bob had stolen the "Digger-y-doo" of that band from XXXX known as "Red-Headed Step Child." Bob blew in to the digger and produced a sound that can only be described as "EEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRUHNT." And then all the mooses for 10s of miles came running, trampled Bob and he was in hospital for years. (Just because he said they had, um, "good" food...He only sprained his left big toe joint you know.) And because of new liability and lawsuit potential, the R-H SC's never let anyone touch the magic moose caller again.

THE END.

By: Liz. With a Z. Like Zorro. 5/17/00