Two Saratites are stuck in the desert after crossing into the Prax, wandering aimlessly and starving. They are about to just lie down and wait for death, when all of a sudden Garang says..........
"Hey Arnkor, do you smell what I smell. it's bacon, I think."
"Is, Garang, it sure smells like bacon. "
With renewed hope they struggle up the next sand dune, & there, in the distance, is a tree loaded with bacon.
There's raw bacon, there's fried bacon, back bacon, double smoked bacon . Every imaginable kind of cured pork.
"Arnkor, Arnkor, we're saved. it's a bacon tree."
"Garang, maybe it's a mirage? We're in the desert don't forget."
"Arnkor, since when did you ever hear of a mirage that smell like bacon...it's no mirage, it's a bacon tree."
And with that, Garang staggers towards the tree. He gets to within 5 metres, Arnkor crawling close behind, when suddenly a Morocanth leaps up from hiding, slashing at Garang with its deadly claws, and Garang drops like a wet sock. Mortally wounded, he warns Arnkor with his dying breath,
"Arnkor... Go back man, you was right, it's not a bacon tree!"
"Garang, Garang my kinsman... What it's it? "
"Arnkor.. It's not a bacon tree. It's
It's
It's
It's a ham bush...."
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