The small band of merry-makers, giddy to be on the job again, work their way into the darkest of the canyons.

Always on our guard, "Sneaky" Thompson-Schexnayder points to the surveillance pigeons employed by our enemies, "Dynamite" Brown pulls "Muscles" Kozicki away from a giant snare set for Ready to Wear as the "The Knife" Smith tells us tales of her travels as a child allowed to roam the neighborhood thirty minutes after dark.

Everyone else walks slowly and in fear of sneak attacks from the trees. One false move and you're covered in sap.

The world may be our oyster, but someone else is buffing the pearl.



This story was pried from the lips of "Rump Roast" Schexnayder's jar of pickled pigs lips - 5/30/99