Bonnie and Clyde Files 42

I wielded the bush ax along the river, slicing through blackberries in lollygagging fashion. The nameless color of a congealed blue, green and white colored the landscape and sky. Bonnie and Clyde fanned out to my left and sniffed fresh elk scat. I whistled while I worked, tossing the dogs treats here and there as blackberries fell before my blade. A fortune cookie filled my pocket. I was going to feed it to Bonnie and Clyde and read aloud our collective fortune. I suspected reading the fortune by the river might result in some future good fortune. The river would help me divine it.

Delusional? Hardly. I placed infinitely more stock on predicting my future this way than other more expensive indoor ones presented by charlatans with credentials. It wasn’t even close.

Fifteen minutes later, I called the crew over and extricated the cookie. I bit off the wrapper and dangled the cookie above Clyde’s snout. He was on the verge of losing his mind, barking, whimpering, howling, while Bonnie sat their silently like the dignified lady she is.

“Are you ready for our fortune?” I said.

Clyde answered me. He lunged for the cookie and gulped it down! Our fortune was swallowed! I laughed and scratched his head. My fingers were just slightly nicked.

I turned to Bonnie and fed her a treat while Clyde licked up the cookie crumbles from the grass.

“What was our fortune Bonnie?” I said.

I stared into her wise old face and read it there.

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