Shortly after Ike fell ill and died Mike followed the leader over the rainbow bridge. Saddened by our brief relationship with our chameleons we wanted to bury them but our father, the smartest smoking moustache I knew, told us the ground would be frozen since it was winter in Ohio.
The smartest smoking moustache I knew needed to rid our home of our dried Christmas tree and said he had an idea. He took our chameleons and the Christmas tree and lead us down to the river and out onto the canoe landing.
He had us place the box holding the chameleon corpses on top of the Christmas tree floating in the water. We said our goodbyes and after lighting his Winston cigarette, the smartest smoking moustache I knew lit the tree on fire and pushed it out into the current.
We watched from the landing as we gave Mike & Ike a well deserved Viking Funeral.
The End.
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I’m reading the “Jack London Collected Works: Thirty-Six Stories, Four Complete Novels, A Memoir,” and as I read about two boys, lizards, and “The smartest smoking moustache I knew,” I just can’t help but see the beginnings of a set of Kirk Olmstead Collected Works: Thirty-Six Stories….. Very Awesome!
Jeff! Thank you so much for the compliment. It put a much needed, genuine smile on my face.
I’m gonna pee my pants. Did Dad really light the tree on fire?
Any time I make someone struggle to control the bladder functions from something I’ve written or drawn I rejoice in gratification. Unfortunately, I cannot honestly answer your question.