Tasty Snacks
by Michael A. Kechula
Frank wondered
if the cannibalistic Bungo-Bungo Tribe really
existed. He headed to Gavooloo Island to
investigate.
Hacking his
way through jungle thickets, he found a cave. It
seemed the perfect place to spend the night.
After making a
fire, he heard dogs barking wildly. Dogs meant
people. People meant Bungo-Bungo tribesmen. He
put out the fire, scrunched into the far
recesses of the cave, and waited.
Frank
didn’t know about the cave’s other
entrance. The whack to his head came as a
surprise.
He woke inside
a pot. A fire blazed beneath.
“I have
herpes, syphilis, leprosy,” he hollered.
“I’ll taste lousy. Besides, cannibalism
causes madness and tribal extinction.”
They
didn’t understand English.
Frank became
30 gallons of chunky soup, 150 patties, 28 pounds
of jerky, and 500 sausages. This was sold at
tribal-owned, franchised, jungle snack stands.
Turns out the
Bungo-Bungos aren’t cannibals. But the
surrounding tribes are.
Bungo-Bungos
are industrious entrepreneurs, meeting the
demands of hungry customers.
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