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“Get a move on, I’m getting cramps in my butt, you worthless beast of burden,” cried Clem.

“I’m doing the best I can. It was you who got us lost, you lunkhead,” replied Elmer.

Clem had known Elmer since they were both kids in Miss Turkay’s class in public school.

“I did not get us lost. How was I supposed to know that the bridge crossing the river was gone?” replied Clem.

“Shoot, that bridge has been gone since old man Bertel got drunk and drove his tractor across it,” said Elmer.

“Must’ve slipped my mind,” the pig said.

They had about an hour to go before they reached home, and the sun was setting fast.

“Things would go faster if you got your big butt off me and walked alongside,” muttered the steer.

“What, and miss this beautiful view?” replied Clem.

The two went on like a couple of old hens. Finally, they reached the main road. Clem graciously offered to walk the short distance home.

“Ain’t you the picture of generosity?” said Elmer.

“Just doing my part to make this trip go as smoothly as possible,” answered Clem.

Later, sitting outside their hut, enjoying a Mint Julep, it was Elmer who summed up the day.

“You know, Clem, it doesn’t matter how long it takes to get home. It’s the journey that matters. There ain’t no one I’d rather travel with than you,” Elmer said.

“That’s mighty neighborly of you. I reckon I am lucky to have you as my traveling companion and drinking buddy as well,” replied Clem.

The two friends watched the shooting stars in silence and sipped their Julips. Then, they dozed off under the starry sky.

Tomorrow would bring another adventure. For now, sleeping under the stars was as good as it gets.

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