Another Hilarious Conversation with Hank the Cowdog

From:
Every Dog Has His Day
By John R. Erickson

Setting:
Hank has just finished making his rounds all over the ranch, and decides to go to bed on his gunnysack bed. Drover is there, asleep, but with one eye open, and that eye is going around in circles.


Hank: "You should have someone look at that eye, Drover. There's something wrong with it."
Drover: "Tdlsmdsg wengivans with dngndkl."
Hank: "That may be so, but that doesn't alter the fact that it goes around in circles. Speaking of circles, did you make your patrol? I want a full report on the conditions on the eastern quadrant of headquarters. Might as well get it over now, before I go off duty."
Drover: "Humlum morkin reskiffering sardines."
Hank: "And you're positive about that?"
Drovers other eye slid open and he stared at me.
Drover: "Where am I?"
Hank: "That depends on your location Drover. Once you get that figured out the rest should be falling into place. Now where were you the last time you remembered?"
Drover: "I don't remember."
I flopped down on my gunnysack and released my grip on the world.
Hank: "That's one of your problems son. You need to work on your memory. Memory is very crucial to success in the secrurity business. Try it again, and this time, concentrate."
Drover: "Okay. What am I concentrating on?"
Hank: "You're concentrating on trying to remember."
Drover: "Oh. Remember what?"
Hank: "Remembering where you were the last time you were somewhere."
Drover: "Boy, that's a tough one."
Hank: "Yes, but I don't need to remind you that you need some toughening up. Go ahead and scuffle with it and when you come up with an answer, wake me up."
Drover: "You're going to sleep?"
Hank: "Not entirely. Though it may appear that I'm falllllliiinnnggg aaazzzzzzlllllleeeeepppp twdgdds senfdls with murgle skiffer."
Drover: "Oh good. It sure gets boring around here when I have to think and remember. Now lets see. Where was I the last time I was somewhere?"
Hank: "Lorken tonsils skiffer murgle skuffle pork chops."
Drover: "No, I don't think so, becaus that would have made it Saturday, and Saturday was the day all the clouds came over wasn't it? Clouds sure are pretty."
Hank: "Humlum morkin reskiffering sardines."
Drover: "Sometimes I wish I could be a cloud, just float around all day and take naps and skiffle murgle chicken bone."
Hank: "Mumlummm loosh."
Drover: "Looshy sfgsfed dfkgsnrd,m."
Hank: "Zzzzzzzzz"
Drover: "Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

End of chapter