I awoke with a bruised dome.
My first thoughts, randomly, were about my love, and the fine Ramblers Broth she would cook over open flame. How I longed to taste that soupy glory with the wonderment of the wild spunk flower stock, which told of vast expanse and no cars.
Then I remembered the cave and Bob...and Hom-Ken.
I rose slow tense. My kneecaps felt slippery and I stumbled. I became acutely aware of my two cave companions grappling on the floor. I wanted to help but my arms had gone numb way.
Hom-Ken held his blade over Bob and pinned him to the floor with his knees on his thin empty vessel chest. I had to save Bob or rambling was over!
I picked up a rock. I could cave his skull in and save the day!
I Jez could be the hero of ramblers everywhere!
I, Jez!
I!
If I killed him. This blog would be mine. Mine
The Adventures of Rambling Jez!
Why should I surrender it to him?
It's mine. It's mine!
I raised the rock, Hom-Ken smiled and eased off. He knew. He knew.
Bob look quiz like and destroyed. Rambling could be mine!
I CAN HAS A RAMBLING!
