Chronicles of the Wayward Moot

WELCOME TO THE MOOT, oh world-wanderers and word-whisperers. After two years of Peace Corps. After 2,200 miles on the Pacific Crest Trail. What. Comes. Next?


Oh yeah...

Forgot to mention the other day...
A couple of days after Thanksgiving out in the Jungle we had a severed head fight.  Seriously.  We had killed ten rabbits to the exquisite meal and Jungle Dave, the host, had saved the heads because he had some vague plans to line them up on the village bridge or something to welcome the volunteers to Thanksgiving, but never did that for whatever reason.  Soooo, there was this wooden crate filled with rabbit heads and chopped off rabbit feet all bloody and matted and crawling with maggots and smelling to high Heaven like fish holes or somethign else equally horrible ... and a few of us picked up the rabbit heads by the ears and lobbed them over the chain link fence towards three of the more drunken volunteers who were staggering around in the river one morning.  Took them a moment or two to figure out what was going on, but when they did, they picked up the heads, now soaking wet, and threw them back at us.  WE in turn mixed it up by throwing those wet heads back down at them, as well as some "fresh" maggoty heads and a few of the bloody foot stumps.  Then it was all out war.  I got hit in the right shoulder from behind, and another volunteer got pegged with a maggoty head in his chest.  It was awesome.  AWESOME.  One of the heads even missed its target and sailed straight into the open door of the house, bouncing off of the wall and rolling to a bloody stop in the mayor´s hallway.  I am not kidding.  A bloody rabbit head in the mayor´s house.  As a result of a mis-aimed attack with said severed head.  You can´t make this stuff up.  Happy Thanksgiving everyone.  And a happy Snowflake Day to you as well.


Blogger Jade said...

Ewwww!! Thats disgusting!

7:22 PM  

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