wearing nothing but a loincloth and a
headband. He was holding a spear, too.
Said he’d been living in the canyon for
thirteen years.”
“Was he riding a magic dragon?”
“I’m serious.”
“So where is he?”
“He went off to check his squirrel
trap. But he could come back.”
“Mmmm hmmmm.”
Tom is a lousy liar, and wherever he
was taking this joke, he wasn’t getting to
the punch line fast enough, so I put down
my pack and started assembling my tent,
only half listening to him. A few minutes
into it, as I was bending over to hammer