Dolt Bunyon has made it throot the dewy misty thick forest ruff below and just needs to scale just some tiny bit more mountain but “The Ox Named Oregon” might maybe not help Dolt up.
Oregon just wants to stay here and enjoy the view and the tasty grass treats up upon this mountain tonight. He even found a nice hat that a dead hiking man who died was wearing up here when he died. I wonder why he died?
Goody Nighty,
Almo Milwaukee Brown