Wan's World

“Hey Pepe, do you  smell what I smell?  Ees bacon, I  theenk.”

“Ees, Luis, eet sure  smell like bacon.”

With renewed hope  they struggle up the next sand dune, and there, in the distance, is a tree loaded with  bacon.

There’s raw bacon, there’s fried bacon, back bacon, double smoked bacon … Every imaginable kind of cured pork.

“Pepe, Pepe, wees  saved!  Ees a bacon  tree!”

“Luis, maybe ees a  meerage?  Wees in the desert don’t forget.”

“Pepe, since when deed you ever hear of a meerage that smell like bacon…ees no meerage, ees a bacon tree!”

And with that, Luis  staggers towards the tree.  He gets to within 5 metres, Pepe crawling close behind, when suddenly a machine gun opens up, and Luis  drops like a wet sock.  Mortally wounded,  he warns Pepe with his dying breath….

“Pepe… Go back, man, you was right, ees not a bacon  tree!”

“Luis, Luis mi  amigo… what ees it? ”