Beep!  Beep!  Beep!  Your alarm clock wakes you with a start.  All you can think is, “How can it be 6:00 already?”  Groaning and groggy, you stumble out of bed and peek through your curtains.  Overcast.  Looks like rain.  Neat.  You’re supposed to go in the woods today.  Good-for-nothing weathergirl, Candee Harrison, let you down again with her empty prophecies of sunshine.  Nice sugar-coating, Candee.

Dressed in your typical shabby attire, you go through the motions of breakfast (All Bran Buds--Now with Psyllium Fibre.  Oh yeah!  That's right, William Shatner) and lunch-making.  Clearly there’s nothing to look forward to today:   pimento loaf on rye.

You dutifully make your way out of the house and start thinking about the task at hand when you are waylaid by…

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