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Word of the Week: animal
Word Count: 300…yeah, I know…another triple. Sorry!
"Have I ever told you how much I hate mosquitos," Dean grumbled as he followed Sam through the marsh land.
"Only once every fifteen minutes or so," Sam snapped. "Maybe if you'd stop complaining so loudly, we'd have found this skunk ape already."
Dean snorted. "Skunk ape," he mumbled. "Yeah, right, probably just some tripped out hippies who saw a possum or something."
"Come on Dean. We've seen weirder," Sam reminded him.
"Dude! The supposed bait for this thing is lima beans," Dean exclaimed as he slapped at another mosquito. "No fugly worthy of being killed by us would be caught dead eating lima beans! No way it's real."
"Just shut up and keep looking," Sam snapped.
"For what? A trail of lima bean pods," Dean quipped.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Do you need to wait back at the car?"
"And miss seeing some on-the-run smelly costume-wearing hippie wading out here in malaria land," Dean asked sarcastically. "Not a chance."
"What is it with you and hippies today. You can't stop complaining about them," Sam asked curiously as he pushed past another spider web.
"Have you not noticed that every time we end up hunting something like a bigfoot or a skunk ape, all the supposed witnessed turn out to be strung out hippie wannabes," Dean said.
Sam turned; his face red. "Hippies. Skunk apes. Lima beans. I think Garth just pranked us."
"He's a dead man," Dean stated as he slapped yet another mosquito.
Two miles from the car, Sam tackled Dean to the ground.
"Sam, get off—"
"Shut up," Sam hissed in his ear. "Either someone is filming one of those stupid jerky commercials with that guy in the sasquatch suit, or that is a real, live skunk ape."
"Sonovabitch," Dean whispered. "Hand me the lima beans."
Any fellow Floridians out there? Skunk ape country! Keep your lima beans handy! Please review! Thanks!