It was a fairly uneventful hike, until Chet stopped and stood there staring.
Initially I thought he was staring off into the little thicket at the top of the path, but then he pointed out the bone.
“Damn, that’s a big wish bone,” I said.
“I’m not really sure that’s a wishbone,” said Chet.
“You see, there’s a joint.”
He thinks it might be a shoulder bone.
I’m not sure at all what type of bone it is, I’m kind of puzzled as to who would hang it in a tree and why.
But if I let that imagination of mine get going, I bet I could come up with something. 🙂
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