"This summer Everett, Bev, Carlene, and I tried to go down river to St. Mary's for the Fiddle Fest. When we were right across from Takchak our engine gave up on us and we had to paddle to the river bank where we landed the boat and tried to fix our problem. We started telling stories, and somewhere along the line we all got hungry. So Everett took the two ducks he'd just caught and told Carlene and me to pluck them. We went over to the trees to pluck them, but we got scared when we heard some branches break, and we went back by the fire. When we were finished, Everett cut them up and took out the guts, then he cooked them over the open fire till they were very black. They looked ugly, but we had no choice because we had nothing else to eat. When we took off the burnt parts, though, the meat tasted really good. After we ate we were really hyper and Carlene started acting really weird and making us laugh hilariously. Not too long afterward we saw Alvin Owletuck driving by in his boat and we waved him down. He brought us back to Marshall, and as soon as I got here I ate and fell asleep."