BEFORE I FORGET ENTIRELY.
WELCOME TRAVELERS OF THE HALLOW WOODS (July 27, 2025)— So, here is a thing that happened. I was taking my little girl to a local museum, outside of which there may be found some outdoor exhibits, a park, farm, nature trails, &c. We had skipped down a path what borders the creek when I began to notice a large crowd congealing about us. Swaths of pubescent children seemed to be popping up from the northwest of nowhere; first one, then two, and four, and six and so on and so forth. Well, figuring that children do not just spontaneously generate (at least, mine didn't), I began to look around for any signs of a chute or ladder by way they might be descending. That's when I spy with my little eye a derelict chaperon, adrift forty feet away, engage in a fair amount of chin waggin' on the tell 'er phone. Unfortunately, we had stumbled into a field trip or more accurately a field trip stumbled onto us.
Well, I like to think that there are no unfortunate occurrences only fortunate inoccurrences (hey, it's the weekend, cut me some slack.) So, what did I do? I began to impart upon them not algebra, not sober studies nor even beluga futurology, but a real education. About the variety of the like akin to the kind for which I am known. Indeed! Schooled them I did in the ancient art of wampustry.
