Having tracked the dugga boy for hours we stopped for a lunch under the sausage tree...

The sausages were quite good, being topped with green peppers, onions, and marula butter.

Even though it was sunny and warm, we lit a small fire to keep the flies at bay. The trackers joined us in a circle, and soon we had taught them some familiar campfire songs and our voices joined as one in the African air.

Suddenly, one of the trackers' cell phone rang.

it was the professional hunters daughter !

She wanted to know where the hell were you last night when I needed you????

But before you could reply, Walter stumbled out of the bush wearing only a zebra-skin loin-cloth and exclaimed...

Saeed, George Bush and Elvis are skinning a buffalo right over the next hill.

Followed by all the AR Moderators in pink tights.

Dancing and waving their arms gleefully to the Village Peoples quaint tune "At the YMCA".

While in be background a volcano was erupting...

with absolutly no virgins available...

but the svelt young PH might make due.

and it was an unusually cold evening . . .

So we all retired to our closets.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch.....

A mad elephant was trashing the kitchen hut and the fridge with the beer...

While a troop of baboons had taken over all of the guest's rondevals and were. . . .

drinking gin and tonics and pointing spears at their

reflections in the mirrors on the walls of the huts. Suddenly there was a loud crash and....

Veronic Lake sang the blues

Ahh Haaaa! "A Virgin" Saeed thought...

But Walter quickly disputed the fact, along with 10 of the other boys, then all of a sudden, out of the blue, came...

boomstick with his .45-70... and he said

...She is a virgin, I have been protecting her chastity from Walter and the 10 other boys at the base of the scared volcano, dropping dragons left and right with my trusty .45/70....

"It IS a big-bore!!! I don't care what others may say!" he said

I do, I do, I do believe in fairys.

Stop making fun of my gun you silly savage!

Then Veronica said, "Guys I really do Love a big bore, but...

Terry had already booked a trip he posted

Veronica exclaimed with an oh so happy and flustered voice "OH BOOMSTICK!...my hero...thats my kinda man, who does not need to overcompensate with his gun. he is a real man. that slow wide slug can penetrate so well (blush). now tie up walter and throw him into the volcano, maybe the volcano god wont notice hes not a virgin"

...meanwhile, I crept slowly through the long grass. I could hear the beast stirring, his tail swishing to and fro. At last I was close enough, I swear I could smell his foul breath. I rose, shoulded my battered but trusty 470, and took dead aim...

and then Walter wispered in my ear "Do you want a nice hot oil rub down?"

Slowly, it began to dawn on us that Walter had nothing to worry about the volcano -- Walter was not afraid of the volcano god -- Walter WAS the volcano god -- and he had his eyes on Veronica for himself... and he said...

Or..............?

WHat we did last time, hehehehe!

....and all the while Harry was making the beast with two backs with the Davy girl.....

At the top of his Lungs Harry shouted out TUFFPAK

At that moment, Walterhog said "You doubt me?" His stomach rumbled and the earth shook... his abdomen sticking out over his pink leopard spandex began to change shape as if large pythons were squirming around inside -- his face changed colors. As the rumbling became more ominous, he turned around, bent over, lit a match --- there was a massive explosion...

As the dust cleared, the whole island was blown away... along with the April Fools dream.

Dan