*having mounted the summit of The Tall...I stand...full...proud...arms akimbo...taking several deep breathes of Victory...savoring
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the view...finally I reach into my fanny pack...fishing for...an impossibly large flag afixed to a flag pole with...a rubber like plunger at the base...turning it upside down I give the underside of the plunger several long, canine like licks...moistening the plunger until it oozes...then grabbing the flag pole by both hands...raising it high over my head and stabbing it down...securing the flag to the forehead of The Tall...smiling triumphantly as the flag unfurls to message the world*
BIRTHDAY!!!!
*the annual accomplishment accomplished I shimmy...slither and generally make my way down...reaching the base quickly I make way to camp...pausing every once in awhile to look back...shading my eyes from the sun as it glints off the summit as the flag waves proudly*
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