Bob Gray had been whittling for about an hour when a smile broke out on his face and finally he let out a loud laugh. “Think about something funny, Bob?” one of the regulars asked. 
 

“Aayah,” Mr. Gray said and continued to smile. “I was thinking about that trip Jason and I took last fall. You know, the time we went rabbit hunting together.”     It’s important to stop right here and describe the two men to you. Mr. Gray was almost as fat as a fence post (a skinny one). As a matter of fact he was so thin he didn't even cast a shadow and if you looked at him from the side you had to look three times just to see him.

Jason, on the other hand was about the size of three normal people. When he walked around a corner you would see his stomach about two minutes before the rest of him came into view. “Well,” Mr. Gray continued, “when we came to the spot where we were going to set up camp for the night (they wanted to get an early start in the morning) it was just about dusk, so we built a small fire and ate some food we had carried in with us. I had a cold bean sandwich and an apple and Jason devoured half a chicken, two sandwiches, and most of an apple pie.

All of a sudden we heard a noise about fifty yards away and when we looked over in that direction we saw a bear. We were hunting for rabbits so all we had in our guns was bird shot and all that will do to a bear if you shoot him with it is make it mad. I guess the bear must have smelled Jason’s food and wanted his share of it. As soon as Jason saw the bear he stood up and started running  hell-bent for election.

   I calmly sat there and removed my hunting boots. I put on a pair of L. L. Bean, hand-made, light-weight, moccasins that I had carried with me and started through the woods after Jason. It didn’t take long for me to catch him and it wasn’t taking long for the bear to catch up with us. As I drew close to Jason he said, 
   “That was the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen. Do you think you can out-run that bear just because you have a pair of L. L. Bean moccasins on?” 

   As I passed him I said, “I’m sorry, Jason, but I didn’t stop and put these L. L. Beans moccasins on to out-run the bear. I put them on so I could out run you.” (Come to think about it I haven’t seen Jason around for quite awhile.)