While strolling through a grassy knoll and the sudden urge to relieve your bowels hits with extreme force. With no place to actually relieve yourself (out of fear of snakes, poisonous plants, and dysentery), your only option is to reach back and feel the warmth of yesterday’s meals filling your cupped hands.
I should have known that rancid bison meat I had last night would lead to a fresh prairie hand pie this morning.
by Ollieoz June 9, 2019