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Hank the Cowdog,
John R. Erickson,
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Hank,
Drover,
Pete,
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youldnât yoo yat.â
âWhat?â
âI yaid, you yould yever yawn . . .â Something had gone wrong with my talkatory mechanism. It had locked up on me.
Drover twisted his head and stared at me. âYou sure are talking funny.â
âYes, and you yee what youâve yone? Youâve yuined my yongue and made a yockery of my yecture! I yanât yalk or yive a yecture yith my yongue all yangled up yike yis, you yunce!â
âI donât know what you said, but I guess youâre right.â
I walked a short distance away and spit several times to get the knot out of my tongue. SomeÂtimes, when you repeat certain sounds over and over, the muscle fibers in the tongualary region begin to cramp up, donât you see, causing the speaker to fixate on certain ridiculous sounds.
Itâs a humiliating affliction, and although we havenât found the exact cause, we know that it most often occurs when the victim is trying to comÂmunicate with morons. In the security business, we refer to it as Tongue Runamuckus, but thereâs no need for you to remember all the scientific terminography.
After a few moments, my tongue returned to its normal state and I marched back over to Drover.
âPoint One: We know from our intelligence reports that a certain cottontail rabbit lives in the pipes of this cattle guard. Point Two: We also know that at this hour of the morning he leaves the pipes and ventures out into the pasture to feed on green grass. Point Three: Itâs our job to locate this rabbit while heâs in a feeding mode. And, Point Four: Our mission is to cut off his attempts to scamper back into the safety of the pipes of the cattle guard. Is that clear?â
âWell . . . not really.â
âThen never mind. Weâve got a job to do and youâll just have to play it by ear.â
âWhat?â
âI said, youâll just have to play it by ear.â
âWhat?â
âI said, youâll just have to . . . something must be wrong with your ear, Drover.â
He pounded on the side of his head with a front paw. âSomethingâs wrong with my ear.â
âItâs probably full of wax.â
âNo, I havenât seen any tacks.â
I felt exhausted, dragged down into the dust by the forces of ignorance and anarchy. âDrover, look at me. Read my lips. Sometimes I think youâre trying to make a mockery of my life.â
âI must have some wax in this ear.â
âAnd, Drover, sometimes I think I hate you.â
âHank, thereâs something I ought to tell you.â
At last we were getting somewhere! The terrible truth had cut through the many layers of trash and had penetrated to the innermost garbage of his mind.
âYes, Drover? Go ahead and make your confession. Itâll hurt at first but in the long run, itâll hurt even worse. Just blurt it out in your own words.â
âHank, that little cottontail rabbit just crawled into the pipes of the cattle guard.â
HUH?
My eyes darted from side to side, and slowly the pieces of the puzzle began falling into place. We had just been outfoxed by a rabbit, which was nothing to crow about.
Chapter Two: The Mysterious Red Box Appears
I turned my eyes back to Drover. âWell, are you happy now?â
âOh, about the usual, I guess.â
âYouâve ruined the exercise and made a shambles of our entire morningâs work. The rabbit has entered the pipes of the cattle guard and now thereâs no chance that weâll get to chase him around.â
âWell, I guess we can go back down to the gas tanks and catch up on our . . .â
âNot so fast. Just because he gave us the slip doesnât mean weâre going to quit and go home in disgrace. Weâll just have to bark him out. Battle stations, Drover, and commence barking!â
We rushed to the north end of the cattle guard. I began the procedure by
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