The travelers got underway early the next morning. The snow continued to fall as they approached the entrance to Kitchen Canyon, known locally as Kitchen Door. It was heavy enough that they did not notice, until they were almost on top of it, the same inexplicable occurrence that had met them at Fellowship Door.
Balthazar: This is crazy. Once again someone has left the door a jar.
Melchior: Very odd indeed.
Caspar: And not only that, but once again the door is also a little bit open. We will be able to gain access to the canyon!
They climbed for several more hours until they reached Flatware Flats, where they ran into a fork in the road. No sooner had they passed that fork when they came to another, and then another. In fact there were so many forks in the road that they soon lost their way completely. It was only by a stroke of luck, or perhaps divine assistance, that they eventually stumbled up on the spoons. At that point they were able to orient themselves and get back on their way.
It was evening before they found a suitable site for a campsite on Disposal Island. The sun was down before they could make camp, but the light of the waxing gibbous moon came to their rescue. They ate dinner and finished the evening with a cup of coffee and a little something from a flask that Melchior carried in his vest pocket. It was, after all, New Years Eve.
Caspar: It’s been a good 1. May God bless us all in 2. Happy New Year!
Balthazar and Melchior: Happy New Year!
They clinked (or rather clunked) mugs, and gave each other a manly embrace. All save Camel, that is, whom they patted on the head and gave an extra portion of grain.
Balthazar: This is crazy. Once again someone has left the door a jar.
Melchior: Very odd indeed.
Caspar: And not only that, but once again the door is also a little bit open. We will be able to gain access to the canyon!
They climbed for several more hours until they reached Flatware Flats, where they ran into a fork in the road. No sooner had they passed that fork when they came to another, and then another. In fact there were so many forks in the road that they soon lost their way completely. It was only by a stroke of luck, or perhaps divine assistance, that they eventually stumbled up on the spoons. At that point they were able to orient themselves and get back on their way.
It was evening before they found a suitable site for a campsite on Disposal Island. The sun was down before they could make camp, but the light of the waxing gibbous moon came to their rescue. They ate dinner and finished the evening with a cup of coffee and a little something from a flask that Melchior carried in his vest pocket. It was, after all, New Years Eve.
Caspar: It’s been a good 1. May God bless us all in 2. Happy New Year!
Balthazar and Melchior: Happy New Year!
They clinked (or rather clunked) mugs, and gave each other a manly embrace. All save Camel, that is, whom they patted on the head and gave an extra portion of grain.
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