Transportation

For their adventure no normal car would suffice, instead they needed a rugged vehicle. A vehicle that would accommodate their equipment and that could withstand the elements as they embarked on hunting Sasquatch. After great contemplation, the one known as “no eatum fur” suggested the only acceptable vehicle, the Plymouth Voyager. But, where could such a vehicle be acquired on such short notice? As no eatum fur and the one known as “grilling goblin” continued their discussion red bush found himself lost in a distant memory.

His memory was cloudy but he could picture a yellow house with small tress in the front yard. Although he was not sure where he was, he felt as if he was home. He felt himself moving towards the house slowly taking in the sounds and sights as his dream began to clear. At the door stood a solitary person, it was a man who was gingerly dangling something in his hand. Red bush could not help to go closer to the man; he was drawn to him…not him as much as what the man held in his hand. Red bush felt connected to it, as if it felt connected to him, it was beautiful, it was his precious.

Red bush was drawn from his dream by the shouting of no eatum fur and grill goblin as they argued about times, equipment, and of course how to get the Plymouth. Red bush hushed them as he tried to make sense of his memory. While no eatum fur and red bush discussed the possible connection of the memory to the socioeconomic ramifications of fluctuating oil prices, the grill goblin commented that the dream sounded like it was the childhood home of red bush about 4 blocks away. After much debate about the possibility, the three warriors decided to visit the childhood home of red bush and talk with the one known as “knowem much” to see how the dream related.

When the warriors arrived they found knowem much waiting on them and to red bush’s surprise he held something in his hand. As they approached, knowem much said he had been waiting on the warriors and had something to give them. Red bush extended his trembling hand, his mind racing, desperately trying to imagine the gift knowem much had for them.

The object felt cool to red bush, he was afraid to look directly at it until he recognized the excitement in no eatum fur and grill goblin’s expressions…

In his hand he held the key to a Plymouth Voyager, a small collective sigh left the ragtag group of warriors as the knew in their hearts the adventure would continue…

(thanks for the van dad)