The toughest part of the Legendary picnic, in my lights, was the lizard. I'm not sure how I got elected caretaker, but it's a job I take fairly
seriously..
Still, how do you keep a combat trained, unnaturally voracious lizard from ruining a picnic, especially when she's been blessed with the intellect of a
fairly advanced dog..
The solution, when I finally figured it out, was simplicity itself. 3 gross of one-size-fits-all disposable cotton gloves, a VERY confused delivery driver, and
an XXXXL cooler with seals tight enough to hold odor in..
"No, it's not about the existing flavor, Terrence - the beer marinade adds to the overall effect, and the choice of available beers allows a variety
of flavors with a single meat.. hold on."
I popped the cooler open and snagged a 20 pound deer roast. I handed it to Terrence, who had put on a fresh pair of the gloves, and pointed. He stretched back
and Hurled the deer haunch, and the meat missile blew Gen clean off the top of Bella's grill, where she'd been trying to figure out how to open the
lid.. whilst sitting on it. Delighted squeals came from Gen and some of the kids in the park as she tumbled across the sky, wrapped around the deer meat and
happily destroying it, before she splashed down in the lake.
Nodding my thanks, I returned to castigating Terrence on his unreasonable rejection of beer marinade as a sausage preparation..
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies
seriously..
Still, how do you keep a combat trained, unnaturally voracious lizard from ruining a picnic, especially when she's been blessed with the intellect of a
fairly advanced dog..
The solution, when I finally figured it out, was simplicity itself. 3 gross of one-size-fits-all disposable cotton gloves, a VERY confused delivery driver, and
an XXXXL cooler with seals tight enough to hold odor in..
"No, it's not about the existing flavor, Terrence - the beer marinade adds to the overall effect, and the choice of available beers allows a variety
of flavors with a single meat.. hold on."
I popped the cooler open and snagged a 20 pound deer roast. I handed it to Terrence, who had put on a fresh pair of the gloves, and pointed. He stretched back
and Hurled the deer haunch, and the meat missile blew Gen clean off the top of Bella's grill, where she'd been trying to figure out how to open the
lid.. whilst sitting on it. Delighted squeals came from Gen and some of the kids in the park as she tumbled across the sky, wrapped around the deer meat and
happily destroying it, before she splashed down in the lake.
Nodding my thanks, I returned to castigating Terrence on his unreasonable rejection of beer marinade as a sausage preparation..
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies