Courage looked in shock at the three bones on the floor. "This isn't normal!" he said to himself with worry knowing something was not right at all here. "The bone came back and now there are more."

Courage gathered up the three dirty bones and tried to leave them outside and not bury them. "Maybe if I don't bury them they won't come back and make more?"

He ran back into the house and tried to go back to bed. He was up half the night expecting Eustace or Muriel to find four bones later. He fell asleep and morning came. He woke up and found the bones had not returned. Yet. Courage was happy. "Yay!" he said as he got up for breakfast.

Breakfast went on as usual and nothing out of the ordinary went on. Eustace was muttering "Stupid dog" at Courage but he went outside to his pickup truck like he normally did every day. Courage was sitting on Muriel's lap enjoying the morning when Eustace suddenly came back in steaming mad.

"Something's wrong with my truck!" he yelled. "Somebody vandalized my truck."

Muriel and Courage got up to look out the door where Eustace was pointing to and saw the truck had turned rusted and the wheels were flat and it looked like it had been buried under a desert for several long years.

"Oh my! What happened to your truck?" asked Muriel to the air just because she was shocked at it too.

"Somebody vandalized my truck!" grumbled Eustace.

"But who could have vandalized your truck way out here in the middle of nowhere?" said Muriel.

Courage looked at the truck that was practically falling apart and he got scared. "What could have happened to the truck?" he wondered to himself. He went up and touched the wheel out of curiosity. The truck suddenly crumbled to dust. He shrieked and ran back to hide under Muriel's dress. Eustace turned and yelled out and grabbed his head in shock.

"My truck!" he yelled in grief.

The afternoon came and Courage was still nervous. Eustace had muttered over his lost truck and now he had to go buy a new one and he loved that old truck so he was angry for hours. He had left to go into town. Courage was wandering around the yard trying to locate the old bones.

"I know I put them right here. Did they move again?" muttered Courage as he looked through the dirt. He looked all over for hours but couldn't find the bones. Then he decided to look where the remains of the truck were in the dirt. "Why do I have the feeling those bones had something to do with the truck?" He dug around in the scrap metal and rusty dirt and found four bones. "I knew it!"

Courage took the bones and held them angrily. "These bones are nothing but trouble! I'm getting rid of them once and for all!" He took the bones into the house and went down to the cellar. He opened up the furnace and threw them into the hot fire. "There, let's see you get back out of there!" he said and brushed off his hands. Then he went back up stairs and back to relaxing with the bones out of his mind and maybe out of the picture once and for all. Hours passed and it became almost evening. The sky was growing dark.

Outside away from the farmhouse on the dirt road used to get to there and from town, the Chinese man in sunglasses was driving along the road while blasting his radio. He saw a figure in the road and had to swerve to avoid it. "Get out of the road ya foo!" he shouted and waved his fist. The figure turned around and stared while wailing mournfully.

"My bones! My bones are so dry. Please give me something to wet them?" the figure asked in its mournful whine.

"You want something to drink? I don't got anything for you. Go into town and get a drink foo!" he said and laughed very annoyingly. The figure kept walking to him but he didn't see it as he laughed harder.

"My bones, my bones are so dry." whispered the shadowy figure. It came right up to the man's car where his arm was out of the window and resting on the car's side and it reached out a wrinkled hand and grabbed it.

"Hey let go!" yelled the man. He saw that the shadowy figure looked like a wrinkled up corpse with very leathery old dry skin. It looked like there was nothing holding up the skin and it was just empty like a sack, without a skeleton. The hair was ratty and thin and there were no eyes in the eye sockets. It wiggled back and forth in the breeze slightly without anything to hold it up in place all the way. The man screamed as his arm turned into the same skin as the corpse figure while it was held tightly.

"My bones, my bones are so dry." wailed the corpse as it turned and left the car with the sunglasses man lying there on the seat looking exactly like it did.

Meanwhile down the road in town Eustace was driving back in his new truck which he had gotten for a cheaper price after haggling for an hour. He was hot so he pulled over to the last gas stop in Nowhere before he went back on the road that stretched back to the farmhouse with miles of nothing in between. He purchased a water bottle and went back to his truck. He got back in and drove off passing a field just as the sky turned black and the light from the sun faded and the stars came out. He saw a figure shuffling along the road side.

"Hey you! Get out of the road!" yelled Eustace. The figure turned to him and stared. "Eh?" he said trying to get a better look at the person standing there all hunched up and wiggling.

"My bones! My bones are so dry. Please give me something to wet them?" asked the corpse figure in the mournful whine.

Eustace looked at the corpse person and then at his bottle of water. "You want some water, eh? I'll give you some. First, what's your offer?" he said and smiled meanly.

"My bones, my bones." muttered the corpse figure. "So dry!" And it reached out its hand to Eustace.

"Bah! Never mind. You don't look like you've got money anyway!" he said and took his hand and the bottle back and then drove away leaving the corpse like figure behind.