They walked back to parking lot and got in the big Suburban. Emma sat there with a grim look on her face and her arms folded. "Now will you calm down. Look, I'll just stuff the skull up under the visor, just in case the ranger decides to check me over."
They pulled up to the gate and the ranger walked over to The Whale. "You folks have a good time out there?"
Carl let out a big, big smile. "Sure was pretty out there, but all we saw was a couple of shrimp or something like that."
"OK then, you folks have a safe drive home. And watch out driving in the late afternoon soon with that dirty windshield you've got there."
"No problem. I'll just flip my visor down." And Carl flipped the visor down, letting out a groan the micro-second he realized what he'd just done.
The skull bounced off the dash, hit Carl on the forearm, rolled down his arm, then fell out of the open window and onto the ranger's highly polished right boot. "Ahem. What do we have here?"
Emma let out a wail: "It's a Tylodopus skull, and I told him not to take it! We're going to rot in jail, and it's all his fault!"
The ranger studied the skull carefully for a few minutes. "Well, it's not a Tylopodus, ma'm. What we've got here is the skull of very old jack rabbit."
Carl breathed a sigh of relief. "Heck, I knew that all along. I figured I'd fool my friends with it."
The ranger drew himself up to his full six feet, 3 inches of height, and fixed Carl with a stern look. "Listen up good, sir. It's illegal to take anything out of here, even a rabbit skull. You could get a ticket for this. I suggest, sir, that you walk back, put this rabbit skull where you found it, and get out of here before I lose my patience with you."
As Carl trudged back with the pathetic little skull in his hands, a Tylopodus stood in the shade of a ponderosa pine, chewing on a cone, and wondered what all the fuss was about.
They pulled up to the gate and the ranger walked over to The Whale. "You folks have a good time out there?"
Carl let out a big, big smile. "Sure was pretty out there, but all we saw was a couple of shrimp or something like that."
"OK then, you folks have a safe drive home. And watch out driving in the late afternoon soon with that dirty windshield you've got there."
"No problem. I'll just flip my visor down." And Carl flipped the visor down, letting out a groan the micro-second he realized what he'd just done.
The skull bounced off the dash, hit Carl on the forearm, rolled down his arm, then fell out of the open window and onto the ranger's highly polished right boot. "Ahem. What do we have here?"
Emma let out a wail: "It's a Tylodopus skull, and I told him not to take it! We're going to rot in jail, and it's all his fault!"
The ranger studied the skull carefully for a few minutes. "Well, it's not a Tylopodus, ma'm. What we've got here is the skull of very old jack rabbit."
Carl breathed a sigh of relief. "Heck, I knew that all along. I figured I'd fool my friends with it."
The ranger drew himself up to his full six feet, 3 inches of height, and fixed Carl with a stern look. "Listen up good, sir. It's illegal to take anything out of here, even a rabbit skull. You could get a ticket for this. I suggest, sir, that you walk back, put this rabbit skull where you found it, and get out of here before I lose my patience with you."
As Carl trudged back with the pathetic little skull in his hands, a Tylopodus stood in the shade of a ponderosa pine, chewing on a cone, and wondered what all the fuss was about.
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