PHHH #906.4

Date:     Sunday, November 3, 2002 we think
Venue:    Area 51, somewhere near Mercer County Park
Weather:  Ominous
Time:     2 hours or was it 2 years, or too long
Set by:   Wee pee
Hounds:   Notorious BIV, Craig, Weatherman, Hey Yo Paully, Nonsensei,
          Justin Spencer, Geezer, Wacko, Hand Solo

We're not in Kansas, are we?  or Daylight savings exhausted. Nine intrepid hounds 
set off from the flying disc fields a scant three days after Halloween (sounds 
ominous already).  They dodged fast moving little white balls while attempting to 
decipher some mysterious arrows on the golf course, then finally arrived at the 
cornfield, less Wacko. Solo and Paully disappeared shortly thereafter, and the 
rest of our merry band continued the length of the cornfield to pick up a trail 
through the woods.  They eventually came to the railroad tracks, and ran and ran 
for miles between marks.  "It can't go that far without a mark, can it?" 
questioned the group.  Another band of travelers, these astride their noisy 
steeds gave them some insight.  "I have seen that which you seek.  A circle of 
white flour, in the center of the trail, but we have come many miles hence."  
And the band continued onward.  At about one hour, Wacko and Wee pee appeared, 
bearing leftover Halloween treats and beverages.  "This is it, right?" asked the 
weary travelers.  "This is about half way..." came the reply.  "This is ridiculous,
" cried Geezer, and headed home to some event or other.

The band continued forth into the dark depths of the forest, reduced to Craig, 
Justin, Nonsensei and Weatherman.  They ran many miles, crossed streams, over 
snowcapped peaks, and came to a mysterious farm.  Here Wacko again appeared, 
seeming to materialize out of thin air.  He spoke of a way towards home, "It must 
be over there, or at least the cars are over there."  The four, now weary, bloodied, 
and muddy, gave up on the marks and cut across the field of mutant grains, in search 
of a way out of this bizarre place.  After another mile, they came across some more 
mysterious flower marks.  They followed these to the road, and an old industrial 
area, where after much searching, they discovered HYP, Wee Pee, Solo, and Wacko 
gathered around the foulest industrial cesspool they had yet encountered.

All rejoiced, ate warm soup and chips, and drank of the malty beverages.

"But where were we.  What time is it again?"

"Well let me see here," and Wee Pee pulls out his map, only to reveal, a giant hole 
where they supposedly had been.  "You ran into the hole here... and out over here."  
But when, and where, were they really, after the black hole on the map?  Had they 
been abducted... Flying discs, corn fields, halloween hash... Wee Pee leading?  There 
remain more questions than answers for our hashers.  It took four weeks to gather 
these hazy details.  The whole truth may never be known.