The Myth of Wile E

Where X Was

I put a Ben Franklin in my Mason jar, and two in a second Mason jar (opening a new account for the hunting party), and studied my account balance. According to my current statement, I had about six fl. oz. of loose coins, plus the one hundred dollars that kind of floated on top. Clearly I was still several thousand dollars short of redemption. But it was a start.

The truffles seemed like they could be the solution to everything, assuming I could find a bunch more crazy-eaters and Sioux chefs. I grabbed a soup spoon and spent the rest of the day on my hands and knees digging holes all over the woods like a pirate who'd lost his treasure map and didn't know where X was. But I had no luck at all.

That fool dog had probably spent years honing his talent.