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.
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...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....
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...
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...
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.
