The Hunt

This is the city, Fort Collins, Colorado. Dum-di-dum-dum. It's 5:30 AM and my partner (Elaine) and I are cruising East-mid town in search of polyps. Dum-di-dum-dum.

Elaine and I had been instructed to meet with a lady name Hallie on Lemay Ave. Dum-di dum-dum. Halllie was a young attractive lady in a nurse's outfit. Hallie asked me to recite my full name and birthdate before sharing information about polyps. Dum-di-dum-dum.

Hallie ordered me to disrobe and put on the appropriate polyp hunting apparel. Hallie informed me the head polyp hunter, Doctor George W. Mass, would see me in a minute. I watched television while I waited. Dum-di-dum-dum. I nodded off and when I woke up, I was watching ADAM-12 with young Dr. Mass. With television sirens blaring Dr. Mass explained how and where he was going to look for polyps. I already had an idea as to where he was going to look without guessing. I have hated polyps since 1987 when polyps got the best of my mother, Lucy. Dum-di dum-dum.

I'm a little hazy about the rest of my polyp hunt. I must have panicked and blacked out. When I woke up, Hallie told me I could remove my hunting polyps' attire and put on the clothes I arrived with. Dr. Mass came into the room to inform me he had found polyps where he was looking for them. Dum-di-dum-dum. He assured me he had captured all the polyps and sent them away. He suggested we schedule another hunt in the future. Dum-di-dum-dum.

The story you have read is true, only the names were changed to protect the innocent. Dum-di -dum-dum-Dum-di-dum-dum.

God bless, Love ya, schedule your own hunt

Our crazy lives!

Monner