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Frolicking Dino
2009-12-24, 21:19
Twas the night before Christmas, when along the A. T.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a bee.
The food bags were hung by the shelters with care,
In hopes that the mini-bears wouldn't find them there.

The hikers were nestled all snug in their bags,
And hammocks were hung with just the right sag.
And Wolf in a 'boggan, Jack with a nightcap,
Had just settled down for a long winterís rap.

When out in the woods there arose such a clatter,
Even Blister sprang up to see what was the matter.
Away to the privy, Rock flew like a flash,
Tore open the door and let out a blast.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a big momma bear, and three wee tiny peers.

She looked at the food bags, hung oh so high,
Then she spied Wolf's tent, his food bag was nigh.
More rapid than eagles she near to Wolf came,
Then she smelled Wolfie's socks; away she then sprang!

'Wonder! Rock Dancer! Hammock Hanger and Blissful!
Frolicking Dinos! RedHat! HikerHead and Hopeful!
Sheltowee, Waterfall and new little Scout!
The bears they dispatched with thunderous shout!

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
The bears scampered off, no more food bags to try.
So back to their sleeping bags, the hikers they flew,
With tummies full of GORP, and spring water too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of mini-bear hoofs.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
'Cross my face came the mini-bear with a mighty bound.

She was dressed all in fur, from her head to four feet,
And her whiskers were all tarnished with ramen and DEET.
A smidgen of peanut butter clung to her back,
And she looked quite proud to have found Wolfie's backpack.

Her eyes-how they twinkled! her whiskers did twitch!
As Wolf exclaimed, "Gonna kill dat son o' a b**ch!
Her droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of Wolf's chin was growing to lengths seen in old.

The toe of a boot he held tight in his hand,
And he whacked and he whacked, putting dents in the land
The mouse, she just smiled and Pirate awakened,
And we all wished the name 'Dances with Mice' wasn't taken!

She was chubby and plump, we hikers fed her well,
And laughter was heard coming from A.W.O.L.!
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
And off she ran with a piece of Wolf's bread.

Wolf spoke not a word, but went straight to his pack,
And filled it all up, and slung it up on his back.
He bid adieu to hikers so dear
And said "No wonder I've not been to a shelter in years'!

He sprang to the trail, to his Gypsy gave a wink,
Down the blue blaze he flew like the Missing Kink.
But I heard him exclaim, Ďere he hiked out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

dixicritter
2009-12-24, 22:03
That's funny! Merry Christmas FD!

Russell
2009-12-24, 23:09
Merry HO HO, FD