25 Jan 72
If you recall, our group withdrew from the ancient Pertian
Temple to construct a ladder which would enable us to descend
into the black pit from which emanated the nameless, sinister
Upon leaving the temple, it was noted that there was
inadequate materials on hand to construct the ladder; so a party
was sent back across the desert to the jungle to locate some
echsekutif trees, which are perfect for carving busts of notable
leaders throughout the world because of their great hardness;
but are also suitable for making swell ladders.
As luck would have it, just at this time some high muckys
at Vootie decided that we had to make a movie of our past
accomplishments so all of the ladder party was hi-jacked to
assist in the filming. After all the work done and all the time
spent, no film was produced. The reason is that Vootie hired
a Polish movie company and Irish actors. What with modern
dustcovers and developing alcohol, I shall let you visualize for
yourself the results.
Anyway, we built the ladder and after great effort carted it
back through the jungle, across the desert and into the old
temple. We lowered it into the forbidding pit and reeled back
at the sound of a loud, long "HISSSS." Orkie fainted again but
we revived him and forced him down the ladder. In a shaking voice,
he cried up for us to lower him a spotlight, (and some dry trousers)
As the light went on we heard a loud gasp arise from Orkie
then his piercing scream. We decided to rush down and at the
bottom we saw a ghastly sight -- it was the fearsome, hideous
guardian of the caves: "Sabu, The Terrible," a vile viper of
Quickly, Leaper Cohn charged forward and planted the "Kith"
behind the ear of the snake with such vigor that the brute
became instantly docile, (except now the blighter continuously
followed Leaper about).
Now we yanked Orkie to his feet, (or "ould soggie," as we
now called him), and we turned toward the opening to the dark
caverns which have captured our imaginations for so long.
Quiveringly, we made as if to set our feet into the caves; we
thought back over the arduous journey which was now being climaxed
by this, our entry into the very chamber of the rare Ephemera
Wartacatcha Frumae. Torches in hand, we slowly proceeded as the
beads of perspiration rose on our brows and our knees trembled
and Orkie --, Oh Damn! He is obnoxious; we'll have to make sure
he doesn't walk near the mushrooms.