Lobo grinned broadly.
“Madonna?” I confirmed.
He did have a sense of humor.
We watched in amusement as Madonna lilted lazily around Martin’s feet.
Capybaras are rather retiring beasts. Madonna was no exception. Black button eyes regarded us with beach bum tranquility.
Fabre chuckled and exchanged some words with Adrien in French.
“What do you frogs find so damned amusing?”
“You will not find her.”
“You know last night there was a caiman under the house.”
I was getting even more confused.
“You do not remember what that means?”
I shook my head.
“It means you are going to piss away all the water and die of a heatstroke.”
“Would you people stop talking in riddles,” Chuck interjected.
“Suppose you’re out there,” Fabre said jerking a thumb at the jungle behind him. “What happens when you run out of food…more important…outta water?”
‘A question with a question.’
“Are you guys fucking lawyers or something?”
Fabre laughed pulling a paintball gun out of a chest beneath some awning.
“No, but that out there is judge, jury, and executioner.” He said as a paintball ‘thwunked’ into the depths.
Part I – Kentucky Door
1.1 (Intro) The Sketch of Sam Monroe
1.2 The Cajun Prayer
Part II – The Wizard’s Nod
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