Title: Of Moth Men and Moonshine
Authors: Britt Mulder, Girlie_girl7
EM: XfilesNTN@aol.com, Girlie_girl74@yahoo.com
Date: November 21, 2003
Category: XF, M&S
Spoilers: Detour, WOTC, Bad Blood, HAD, PMP, Quagmire
Archive: VS 11 for two weeks then anywhere.
Disclaimer: Fox owns ’em
Summary: One would think Mulder and Scully had learned
their lesson about going into the forest but noooo, only
this time Mulder took along some help.
~ Of Moth Men and Moonshine ~
The Great Smoky Mountains
The Smokies were really quite beautiful. The hazy mountains
were full of lush green growth and active wildlife.
Families vacationed in the Smokies year round, going
camping or picnicking in the national park, where kids took
tubes and would ride the water rapids while couples hiked
through the mountains and visited the old schoolhouses and
churches along the Appalachian Trail.
Deep in the mountains, two hippie teenagers hiked, one a
girl with curly, red hair, dressed in a tank top and
shorts, and the other, a boy in a black Metallica T-shirt
and jeans with dyed, blonde hair that looked as if he had
stuck his finger in a light socket.
“This isn’t like that cockroach thing is it, AJ?” the red
The boy gave her a sleepy-eyed look. “No, I told you we’re
here for the weed! It’s better to roll some, then lick a
toad. That sucked.”
AJ gripped a camcorder in one hand and smoked the Jimson
Weed with the other. They had found some growing when they
first started their hike.
Sharon sighed, “So we found it, AJ, can’t we just go back
now? My feet hurt and I could use a beer.”
“Sharon, we’re looking for moth men. They’ve been seen in
this area. Just last week our dude, Curt, from Lauderdale,
was out here.” AJ took a long drag on the weed and exhaled,
sending swirls of smoke in to the air before he continued,
“Dude went behind
a tree to take a dump, and saw this gray thing with glowing
eyes and wings! It scared the crap out of him.” AJ finished
with a grin.
“What makes you think we’re going to see one?” Sharon
asked, as she took a hit of the Jimson weed from AJ.
“First, there was that cockroach thing in Massachusetts,
then there was that lake monster in Georgia; we got a nose
for freaky shit,” AJ explained. “If we catch a real moth
man on camera, we could be famous!”
Sharon sighed and took in her surroundings, “So where are
they, we’ve been out here all day.”
“Dunno man,” AJ mumbled, as he stopped walking and thought
for a moment, “maybe they’re sleeping.”
Sharon rolled her eyes at him as she walked ahead to sit on
a log. “Let’s take a break a minute, I’m tired,” she
AJ sat down beside her, and placed the camcorder on the
ground. They sat in silence for a long moment and just
smoked Jimson weed while the birds chirped and the crickets
screeched. Suddenly, in the bushes, there was a sound of
“Did you hear that?” AJ whispered to Sharon.
“Moth men?” she whispered back.
AJ nodded eagerly in reply and with a grin on his face,
reached down for his camcorder and turned it on. He stood
up and slowly started to walk into the thick patch of
bushes. Sharon followed behind him with a large stick in
her hand. AJ looked back at her as an unusual expression
covered his face.
“Just in case,” Sharon said, with a shrug of her shoulders.
They continued to walk toward the bushes, when a gray
creature with glowing eyes and wings emerged from the
shrubs with a growl. AJ and Sharon screamed in surprise.
The creature ran into AJ and knocked him down, sending the
camcorder flying through the air to land a few feet away.
“Oh crap!” AJ yelled, as he scrambled across the ground for
the camcorder. The creature knocked the camcorder further
out of his reach.
Sharon clutched the stick in her hands and came up behind
the creature, hitting it over the head. Maybe it was the
Jimson weed going to her head, but Sharon swore she heard
the creature grumble the word, “Shit.”
Sharon grabbed AJ by the shirt and pulled him off the
ground. “Let’s get out of here!” she yelled. They started
off through the woods and never looked back. The creature
watched, as the two disappeared from sight, then with a
chuckle it picked up the abandoned camcorder.
Dana Scully rolled over to find her bed empty, and that was
not normal. She had to smile; it had only been in the past
two years that this had been the case. She stretched and
rolled back over to capture the smell of Fox Mulder that
lingered on his pillow. Her thoughts drifted back to the
night before. They had eaten a pizza in front of the TV,
where some movie she couldn’t remember droned on, and the
two of them had made out on the couch like a couple of
teenagers. They ended up in the bedroom sometime after
She finally dragged herself out of bed, remembering the
night before with a smile and began to get ready for
another day in the basement with her crackpot, albeit
Fox Mulder had been at his desk since early that morning.
He’d made coffee and pulled up his E-mail, then checked the
various conspiracy and paranormal sites. A small article
caught his eye and he began to read it.
The door opened and Scully walked in. She placed her
briefcase on the floor, next to the desk, and took off her
dark jacket. “Morning, Mulder,” Scully said as she leaned
in near his ear, “I missed you.”
“Uh hum,” Mulder hummed with his chin resting on his fist,
his mind on what he was reading.
Scully poured herself a cup of coffee, and sat down to look
over the inter-departmental memos.
Mulder sat back in his chair, satisfied with what he’d
read. “Scully, you up for some mutant chasing?”
Scully looked up from her coffee mug and dropped her
shoulders with a sigh, “Okay Mulder, what’s up?”
Scully’s head snapped up. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
Mulder got up from his chair, and moved over to perch on
the edge of her desk. “No, Scully. There have been recent
sightings all along the Appalachian Trail. It just came
across my desk that two kids hunting for Datura Stramonium
spotted glowing-eyed moth men in the Great Smoky Mountains
National Park within the last two days.”
“Two kids looking for Jimsom Weed, which is a
“It didn’t say they found the Jimson Weed, just that they
were looking for it.”
“And just where did you glean this little fact?”
“At an on-line site called Department Of Paranormal
So, the anagram doesn’t work, but Scully this is a legit
“No, Mulder, no,” Scully said dropping her head.
Mulder was getting frustrated. “Scully I’ve got X Files on
moth men that go back to 1952, not to mention our run in a
few years back in Florida. This could be a break. We both
know there was another one out there.”
“Mulder, we are up to our elbows in semi-annual reports,
due in ten days I might add.”
Mulder turned on the charm. “Scully we can slip in and out
and be back it a couple of days.”
“No,” Scully said holding her ground.
“No?” Mulder replied incredulously.
“Mulder, there is not enough evidence to merit an
“Enough evidence?” Now, Mulder was getting pissed. “Scully
have you even read the file from ’52?”
“I’ve glanced at it.”
“So you’re saying you won’t go with me to investigate this
Scully shook her head, “Mulder, I. . .”
“Fine, I know someone who will.” Mulder said angrily. He
flipped through his Rolodex, found the number he needed,
and dialed the phone.
“Doctor Berenbaum, please.” Mulder didn’t look at Scully,
he didn’t need to see her. He could feel the heat radiating
off his partner like a wood stove gone out of control.
Scully recovered from her initial shock and closed her
mouth. She gathered up her briefcase and jacket, and with a
turn on her heels, said in a clipped voice, “I am going
home to pack. I suggest you do the same.” With that, she
slammed the door.
Just then a weak ‘hello’ was emitted from the phone. Mulder
was snapped back to reality, “Hello, Doctor Berenbaum.”
The flight to Knoxville was a quiet one, but that was
nothing new. What was new was the reason for it. Scully was
not reading the case file, or an X file. In fact, she
wasn’t reading any file at all. She was engrossed in a copy
of Cosmo and one particular article entitled, ‘Fifty ways
to leave your lover’. That was not giving Mulder a warm
They made their way through the airport and finally rented
the standard-bureau-expense-account-acceptable Ford Taurus.
The two agents wound their way through the foothills of the
Smoky Mountains that lead out of Knoxville on U.S. 441.
Finally, Scully spoke up. “So where is the good doctor?”
“Doctor Berenbaum is meeting us at the motel.”
Scully turned her head to look out the side window and
mumbled. “I’ll bet her specialty is bedbugs.”
They arrived at the Rocky Waters Motor Lodge, on the edge
of Gatlinburg. Sure enough, Doctor Berenbaum was waiting in
the glass-fronted lobby. Mulder pulled up to the door and
shut off the Taurus. He had no sooner opened the front door
to the lobby than Bambi was all over him, hugging him for
dear life, or so it seemed to Scully. She watched Bambi
work her feminine wiles on her partner.
Mulder was smiling and putting his hand on the small of
Bambi’s back. Scully sat up a little straighter in the
front seat of the Taurus, her eyes narrowed to little
slits. She finally sighed, and resigned herself to a week
Mulder walked over to the car and opened the door. He
handed Scully a keycard. “We’re on the second floor.”
Scully stared at her partner. “Mulder, we can’t share a
room with her around.”
“I know that. You’re sharing with Doctor Berenbaum.” He
started the car to drive closer to the entrance, and once
again felt the heat that radiated off Scully.
Scully lugged her bags and notebook case to the second
floor, room number 214, while Mulder trudged down to room
220. “Just great,” she mumbled as she inserted her keycard.
She chose the bed nearest the door. If the ‘Deer Doctor’
was going out for a midnight rendezvous, Scully wanted to
know about it.
Bambi walked through the open door, out of breath. “That
man at the desk talked my leg off.” Then she
unceremoniously plopped down on Scully’s bed.
Scully sighed, and picked up all her gear, and dumped it
onto the other bed.
Bambi jumped up. “How rude of me,” she said, sticking out
her hand. “Nice to see you again, Agent Scully. I am so
happy to be helping you and Fox on this case.”
Scully shoved a stray, strand of hair back, and shook
Bambi’s hand. “Nice to see you, too.”
Just then, there was a knock on the doorframe. A pimply-
faced teenage boy was standing there with Bambi’s various
bags and cases in his hands and hung around his neck. “I
brung up yer stuff Doctor Berenbaum,” he said, grinning at
“Why, thank you, Jeffery.”
“Not a problem ma’am,” Jeffery said, as he carefully placed
each piece of luggage on what used to be Scully’s bed. He
put the last case on the desk and just stood there.
Scully finally put her hands on the lovesick kid’s back and
pushed him through the door. “Thank you, Jeffery, that will
Jeffery tried to turn and look at Bambi, while Scully was
giving him the bums rush. “If ya need anything, anything at
all, ya jus’ call meeeeee.”
Mulder walked into the room. “Is this great or what? We’re
here in the Smoky Mountains and look at this, a balcony
over the stream.” Scully followed Mulder out onto the
balcony and rested her elbows on the railing. “This is a
romantic spot,” she said, looking back over her shoulder at
Doctor Berenbaum, “or it could be.”
Mulder grinned down at her. “That’s the spirit! Now let’s
go rent some camping gear.”
Mulder pulled up to Mountain Top Archery, a camping supply
house that was recommended by the desk clerk. Scully got
out of the front passenger side door; she wasn’t about to
let Bambi take over her usual spot. The three entered the
small establishment, where they were outfitted for their
trek into the forest.
They loaded the trunk up with the camping supplies and
headed back to the Rocky Waters. They carried all their
gear into Scully’s room and started to pack, while Mulder
headed to Pardon’s Deli, across the street from the motel.
By the time he had returned with lunch and their
provisions, Scully had packed up his backpack as well as
her own, while Bambi was just finishing hers.
Mulder pulled out a map and spread it on Bambi’s bed. He
looked it over, while consuming his second chili cheese
dog. “According to the map, the Appalachian Trail runs
across the spine of the Smokies then turns back toward
Scully sat down next to Mulder, munching on her turkey
sandwich, while she looked down at the map and frowned.
“That’s an awful lot of territory to cover.”
“Ah, but the last sighting was near Cable Mill,” Mulder
said, fingering the map.
“Well, that does narrow it down a bit.”
Bambi came in from the balcony where she’d been sitting.
“Did you know that the park was established in 1934, to
protect the last remnant of the southern Appalachian
Scully looked back over her shoulder at the doe-eyed
doctor. “Really, I didn’t know that.”
Bambi sat down in one of the motel chairs, with a small
book in her hand. “Yes, it’s all in this guidebook I bought
at the camping center. It says the park has been designated
as an International Biosphere Reserve.”
“How interesting,” Scully said, but not really caring.
Mulder finished pouring over the map, and tossed the
sandwich wrappers into the trash. “I’m going back to my
room. Let’s be ready to leave in twenty minutes.”
“Fine with me,” Scully said.
“Me too,” Bambi agreed.
Twenty minutes later the car was loaded with their
backpacks and provisions and they were off to the National
Mulder stopped in at the Sugarlands Visitor’s Center, to
inform the Park Rangers that they would be backpacking near
Cable Mill. The man at Mountain Top Archery had suggested
they do this because their cell phones wouldn’t work in
some areas of the park.
They drove to Cable Mill and left the car at the trailhead
parking lot. Mulder slung his pack onto his back and
cinched it up, then helped Scully and Bambi into theirs.
The trailhead began just a few feet from where their car
was parked, and soon they were deep into the woods. The day
was warm and the trees were vibrant with fall colors.
“Scully, look at this as a visit to one of our most
precious possessions, Mother Nature herself,” Mulder said,
while gesturing with his hand.
“Did you know the Smoky Mountains National Park covers over
500,000 acres of land,” Bambi said.
“Really,” Mulder turned to look back at Bambi. Scully, who
was bringing up the rear, didn’t respond.
“So Fox, what exactly are we looking for?” Bambi asked as
she jogged up to Mulder.
“Moth men?” Bambi parroted.
“It’s been documented,” Mulder glanced back at Scully,
“that these creatures do exist. I have files that go back
to 1952, and there have been sightings since then.”
“So now they’re in these woods?” Bambi questioned.
“My sources . . .” Mulder began.
“The dopes,” Scully chimed in.
“Department of Paranormal Experiences,” Mulder frowned,
“received reports that moth men have been spotted here.”
Bambi stepped over a fallen tree and steadied herself by
holding on to a rock. Scully walked a few paces behind.
“So Fox, what do these moth men look like?”
“The reports of these sightings state that they have
piercing, glowing eyes, and it’s been reported that they
have large wings that fold over their backs. Even the two
kids that spotted them reported seeing the wings.”
“Why don’t we see them flying, if they have wings?” Scully
“The wings are just a vestigial growth, they can’t support
the weight of the creatures,” Mulder huffed.
“Where’d you hear that, the dopes?” Scully exclaimed.
“Scully, it’s the Department of Paranormal Experiences!”
“Sorry,” Scully mumbled.
Just then a scream was heard and the agents realized Bambi
was missing. Mulder looked toward the sound of the scream
and found Doctor Berenbaum at the bottom of a shallow
“Fox, I think I broke my ankle,” Bambi whined.
Mulder eased down the gully, followed by Scully. He helped
Bambi sit on a fallen tree while Scully examined her foot.
“It appears to be a sprain. Can you stand on it?” Scully
Mulder helped Bambi to her feet. “It’s tender, but I think
I’ll be okay.”
Scully shimmied out of her backpack. “Just in case, I
better wrap it. The added support will help you walk and
keep it from swelling as much.” Scully pulled out an Ace
bandage and wrapped Bambi’s ankle; she then helped her put
her boot back on and laced it up tight. Mulder helped Bambi
back up the hill with Scully following behind.
“Thanks Fox, I think I can make it on my own,” Bambi said,
as Mulder released her. They continued along the small
trail with Mulder in the lead and Bambi limping in the
middle. After another forty-five minutes, Mulder decided
they needed to stop for a rest. They found a group of large
boulders to sit on. “How’s the foot, Dr. Berenbaum?” Mulder
“Not too bad, Fox.”
Scully opened her water bottle and took a healthy drink.
“Mulder, just how did you justify the 302 on this one?”
Mulder finished his own drink. “I never closed the case in
Florida, so technically we’re doing a follow-up
“From the dopes?”
“Scully, I know you don’t. . .,” Mulder was just getting
wound up when they heard Bambi yell, “Ouch!”
They both turned to see her holding her neck. “I think I
was just bitten.”
Scully approached the doctor and removed her hand from the
nasty looking welt. “Are you allergic to any insects?”
“No, not that I know of. It looked like a Tabanus
Mulder looked at Bambi with a frown of concern on his face.
“A Horse Fly,” Scully said.
“So that’s not serious then?” Mulder asked.
“No, not generally. Just uncomfortable,” Scully said,
getting out her medical bag once more. She pulled out a
small tube of ointment and smeared it on the bite. She then
took out a couple of tablets and handed them to Bambi.
“Here take these, they’ll help with the pain.”
Bambi took the pills and downed them with her water.
“Thanks Agent Scully, I appreciate it.”
“That’s okay,” Scully replied, replacing her backpack.
Mulder scanned the skies and looked at his watch. “Let’s
keep going. We can stop in another hour to set up camp for
the night. Can you make it that far, Bambi?”
“Sure Fox, I think the pills helped.”
They headed out, hoping to put a few more miles behind
them. The forest canopy got higher and denser the farther
into the woods they went. Soon they were running parallel
to a mountain stream.
“Fox, can I ask you why you called me in on this case?”
Bambi said while she walked with a noticeable limp and a
large red welt on her neck.
“Yes,” Scully spoke up, “why don’t you tell us!”
“Well,” Mulder began, “moths are insects, and we are
looking for moth men.” Mulder felt a little sense of
triumph, that he’d gotten this far. “So I thought your
expertise might come in handy.”
“If we ever find one,” Scully mumbled.
“There are more than 1,500 species of flowering plants,
including 125 species of trees in the park,” Bambi said, as
she stepped through the vines covering the ground.
“Is that so, how interesting,” Mulder replied.
Scully just rolled her eyes.
They walked down the trail to a clearing with a fire pit
off to one side, near the stream. Mulder stopped to survey
the area. “What do you say we stop here for the night?”
“That’s fine with me,” Scully said.
“Me too,” Bambi chimed in.
“Let’s pitch the tents near the fire pit, we can get water
from the stream.”
“At least we can wash up,” Scully said, peeling the pack
off her tired shoulders, while Mulder and Bambi did the
“I’ll gather up some firewood,” Bambi offered, and took off
into the woods.
Mulder helped Scully to pitch her tent, then grabbed her
around the waist. “Mulder!” Scully huffed out as he pulled
her close and began to nuzzle her neck. “Bambi will be back
“I’ll tell her I’m checking you for ticks.”
Scully softly giggled, enjoying Mulder’s examination. “I do
not have ticks.”
“No, but she doesn’t know that,” Mulder hummed against her
Just then the bushes rattled, and Bambi appeared with her
arms loaded with deadwood. “I was checking her for ticks!”
Mulder blurted out.
Bambi disregarded Mulder. “Did you know there are more that
200 species of birds in the park?”
Scully pulled free from Mulder and muttered, “A proverbial
Mulder grinned at Scully and began to set up his own tent.
Bambi piled the wood up in the fire pit, and pulled out a
lighter. What she did next stunned even Mulder. She opened
the pocket on her flannel shirt, and pulled out a hard pack
of Morley Lites. She slapped the box against one hand and
pulled out a cigarette. Next she placed it between her
lips, lit it, then took a long drag and released it. “I’ve
been dying for a smoke all day.”
Scully looked at Mulder in wonderment. He just shrugged his
Soon Bambi had the fire going, and Scully had a large pot
of beans and weenies cooking. She also started a kettle of
coffee; what smoking was to Dr. Berenbaum, coffee was to
Mulder was wandering around their campsite, looking for
clues that could have been left by the moth men. Scully was
dishing up supper, with help from Bambi. She noticed Bambi
was scratching the exposed skin on her wrists. Scully had
the sinking feeling that she was going to need her medical
bag again. “Dr. Berenbaum, have you had that itch long?”
Bambi stopped digging at her red wrist. “No, it just
By now Mulder had moved in to look at Bambi’s wrist, “Looks
like a rash.”
Scully took Bambi’s arm and peeled back her sleeve, “Looks
like poison ivy to me.”
“Oh no,” Bambi sighed.
Scully retrieved her medical bag and applied a cream to
Bambi’s red wrist. She opened a foil packet of Benadryl
tablets and offered them to the doctor.
Bambi looked over at Scully. “You certainly carry a lot of
medical supplies, Agent Scully.”
“Fox gets hurt a lot,” Scully flatly replied.
They finally settled down to eat. Mulder sat near Scully,
but not as near as she would have liked.
“So Mulder, what’s next?” Scully said, taking the last
drink of her coffee.
Mulder stood and stretched. “In the morning, we fan out and
look for evidence of moth men activity.”
Scully looked at Mulder with a frown. “And just what
constitutes moth men activity? Giant holes eaten into our
Mulder glared at her. “No, the shedding of wings.”
“Four foot long wings? Mulder, why haven’t those been found
“Maybe they have been found, but no one knows what they
are.” Mulder was getting steamed.
Bambi saw the conversation was nearing an argument. “Well,
I think I’ll do the dishes.”
“I’ll help,” Mulder snapped, not taking his eyes off his
Scully shook her head and marched off toward her tent. She
laid out her sleeping bag and grabbed her toothbrush. Just
then she heard Bambi scream. Scully dropped her head, “Oh,
Mulder pulled a soaking, wet Bambi over to the fire. She
was shivering uncontrollably, and shoving the wet hair out
of her eyes. Scully came out of her tent, “Let me guess,
you fell into the stream.”
“Yeeessss,” Bambi said through chattering teeth.
Mulder handed her a cup of coffee. “Here take this, it will
warm you up.”
“They sayyyy the wattter in the streammmm neverrrr gettts
above fifty-five degreeeeees.”
Scully stood with her arms crossed, and a sour look on her
face. “I think you should get out of those wet clothes, so
we can try to dry them.”
Bambi crawled into the tent and removed her clothing, and
handed all of it to Scully.
Scully placed Bambi’s clothing over the tree branches and
inwardly grinned. Bambi was two sizes larger than she.
Mulder sat down on a log near the crackling fire and played
in it with a stick. Scully sat next to him. “Mulder, I’m
sorry I’ve snapped at you all day, but it’s hard to take
this investigation seriously.”
Mulder tossed the stick into the fire, sat back on the log,
and looked up at the sky. “Scully, you remember when we
were chasing Big Blue?”
“You didn’t believe me then, but it turned out I was
“Well Mulder, it was just an alligator.”
“Not just an alligator, or at least not until I killed it.
Before that, it was a whale, or a sea serpent, or a
monster. I guess I’m just saying, I gotta know what’s out
Scully rubbed his arm and smiled up at him, “Mulder, are
you sure you’re not just nosey?”
Suddenly, Bambi yelled, “Oh shit!” Behind them a large, red
glow appeared, with heat emanating off it. They both turned
around to see Scully and Bambi’s tent on fire.
“Shit!” Scully yelled. “All my clothes are in that tent!”
“What happened?” Mulder asked Bambi, while he helped her
out of the tent.
“I don’t know, I had just lit a cigarette and was reading
my guidebook, when the whole tent burst into flames.”
“Just burst into flames,” Scully fumed.
“I’m so sorry Agent Scully, but it looks like we’ve lost
The fire had burned out quickly. Mulder took their cooking
pan down to the stream and brought back water, to douse the
last of the hot embers.
“This is just great!” Scully complained, as she slapped her
arms on her sides.
Mulder scratched the back of his head. “We’ll all just have
to sleep in my tent and hike out in the morning.”
“And what do you propose we sleep on, Mulder?” Scully said,
while nearly popping a vein as she said her partner’s name.
“I can unzip my sleeping bag so we can lay on it, with our
emergency thermal blankets over us.”
Scully just shook her head at the thought of the mess they
were in. “Fine, but I get the middle.”
“We better try and get some sleep,” Mulder said, while
putting more wood on the fire. “It’s a long hike out
Bambi looked around the campsite. “Okay, but I umm, need to
“Second tree to the right,” Mulder smiled, “you can’t miss
Bambi blushed and took off for the woods.
Scully turned to her partner. “Mulder, remember back there
when I apologized?”
“I take it back.”
An ear-piercing scream was heard coming from the direction
of Bambi. “Oh hell, what now?” Scully whined.
Both agents looked at one another then drew their weapons.
They took off into the woods to search for Dr. Berenbaum
and found her cowering behind a tree. “I saw it, Fox!”
“A moth man.”
“Are you sure?”
“Fox, I saw glowing eyes.”
Scully looked around. “Well I don’t see anything.”
“I know what I saw, Agent Scully.”
“Seeing is not believing in Agent Scully’s case.” Mulder
“I think we need to get some sleep, then get the hell out
of here,” Scully huffed, as she walked past Bambi and
Mulder, clicking her gun back into the holster.
They walked back to camp. Scully looked around and noticed
something was different. “Mulder, where is our food?”
Mulder looked around, and sure enough all their food was
gone. “Better see what else might be gone.”
Scully checked what little she had left after the fire.
“None of my stuff is missing.”
“My cell phone is gone though,” Mulder replied.
Bambi rifled through her bag. “Dammit, they took my
cigarettes, but I did find my guidebook,” she beamed.
“Oh goodie,” Scully sarcastically sighed, while Mulder
frowned at her.
“So we’re missing our food, some cigarettes, and my cell
phone. You know what this means, Scully?”
“That we’re looking for a hungry, nicotine addicted,
“Noooo,” Mulder replied, “it means, we are not alone.”
“Well, alone or not, we can’t do anything until daybreak,
so I’m going to bed. Good night.”
Bambi looked at Mulder. “I’m really sorry about the tent,
“These things happen,” Mulder shrugged.
“But they always happen to me,” she sighed.
“Do they?” Mulder questioned.
“Why do you think I’ve been working in Miller’s Grove all
by myself.” Bambi sighed and ran her hands over her crossed
arms. “The last place I worked had two fires, one
evacuation, and a suicide attempt, all because of me.”
Mulder contemplated what Dr. Berenbaum had just revealed.
“I don’t think I would mention any of this to Agent
Bambi crawled into the tent and found Scully already there.
She laid down on the left side of her, while Mulder climbed
in on the right. Mulder looked over at Scully with a frown
on his face. “Scully, where did you get that pillow?”
“It’s not a pillow,” Scully mumbled, “it’s your jacket.”
“Ohhhh,” Mulder mouthed but didn’t say a word. He lay down
next to his rigid little partner and tried to get some
sleep. They hadn’t been in the tent fifteen minutes when
Bambi spoke. “Did you hear that?”
“What?” Mulder asked, lifting up his head.
“I don’t know, Fox, but I definitely heard something.”
Mulder turned his head to listen. “I hear it too,” he
“What do you think it is, Fox?”
“I’m not sure, but I heard something.”
Suddenly, Scully grumbled, “Will you keep it down, there is
nothing out there and I’d like to get some sleep.”
At that moment a large crack was heard, causing all three
occupants of the tent to sit up. Mulder scrambled out first
and grabbed his gun. Scully did the same, while Bambi
trailed behind. Mulder ran to take cover behind a tree and
Scully crouched near a log. Bambi stood near the slowly
dying fire, just as a short man came racing out of the
woods, screaming at the top of his lungs. He didn’t see
Bambi standing there and bowled her over.
Mulder jumped out from behind the tree with his gun drawn,
and yelled, “Stop right there, I’m a federal agent, put
your hands in the air.” Scully also scrambled out from
behind the fallen log with her gun drawn.
“Don’t shoot,” the little man said.
Mulder grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him off
Bambi, training his flashlight on him. Both agents stared
at the little man with their mouths agape. Finally, Scully
The little man turned to look at Scully. His eyes grew
soft, while a smile graced his stubbled face. “What’s a
Frohike?” he asked.
“Who are you?” Mulder yelled, while helping Bambi up.
“Ah’d gladly tell ya, if’n ya’d put down dat piece,” the
little man said, dusting off his overalls.
Scully crossed her arms and diligently plowed ahead, “So
who are you?”
“Ah’m Stumpy Ogle ma’am, an’ who might you be?” Stumpy
sweetly said to her.
“I’m Agent Dana Scully, with the FBI.”
“Well mizz FBI, ya sure got purdy hair.” Stumpy winked at
Scully. She wasn’t sure if it was the uncanny likeness to
Melvin Frohike that she finds unsettling, or the large,
gold, front tooth he was sporting.
“What are you doing out here?” Scully asked.
Stumpy cocked one eyebrow at her. “Ya ain’t revenuers, are
“No,” Scully replied.
“How ’bout DEA?”
“No, we’re from the FBI, now what’s going on here?” Mulder
demanded, more than a little agitated.
Stumpy grinned at Mulder. “Well sir, Ah’m a opportunistic
Mulder frowned at the little man. “Come clean.”
“Ah got me a couple a stills up in them woods,” Stumpy
motioned with his hand.
“Stills?” Scully questioned. “You mean you brew alcohol.”
“No, ma’am.” Stumpy smiled at Scully. “Ah brew ‘shine.”
Mulder grabbed the little man by the arm and sat him on a
log. “Shine, alcohol, it’s all the same. What in hell were
you doing running through our camp, screaming?”
Stumpy turned serious and leaned in to look up at Mulder.
“Ah saw’d it.”
“Ah ain’t sure, but it had glowin’ eyes.”
“I saw it, too!” Bambi gasped.
“Naw,” Stumpy replied, with a grin on his face, “dat t’were
“What!” Scully exclaimed.
“Yes ma’am,” the little man said, enjoying the attention he
was receiving from Scully. “Ah was tryin’ to keep people
‘way from ma pro-duction line.”
“Just how many do you employ, Mr. Ogle?” Scully asked.
“Jes’ me, but Ah kep havin’ ta stop ma brewin’ ta chase off
interlopers, so’s Ah jes put out some glowin’ lights ta
scare ’em off.” The little man grew quiet. “Cept tonight,
Ah saw da eyes an’ heer’d da noise too, an’ it tweren’t
Mulder now had his interest peaked. “So it took our
“Naw, dat was me,” Stumpy laughed and added, “but whatev’r
dat was took’d ’em from me!”
Mulder looked up at Scully as she rubbed her forehead. “So
what now?” She asked.
He looked down at Stumpy. “Where is your campsite?”
“Or’ in da next valley. Ah got a little shack ther’, tain’t
much but it’s home,” Stumpy said as he eyed Scully.
“Do you have food there?” Mulder asked.
“Sure do, an’ Ah got drink too!”
“I’ll bet you do,” Scully sighed.
“I think we better sleep on it, and go with Stumpy tomorrow
to his shack. We can eat and check out the area from
Bambi finally spoke up. “I think that’s a good idea Fox,
maybe we can catch some fish for our breakfast. The park is
home to over fifty species of fish.”
Scully turned her head to stare at the woman. Mulder
intervened, “Come on, let’s get to bed.”
Bambi crawled into the tent, while Scully pulled her
partner aside. “Mulder, you don’t possibly expect us to
sleep with Frohike’s evil twin do you?”
“What do you suggest?”
“I’m not sure,” Scully huffed, “but it was your idea that
got us into this mess.”
Just then soft snoring was heard. The agents looked down to
see Stumpy curled up like a dog, next to the fire.
“I guess that settles that,” Mulder said.
“Works for me,” Scully replied.
The next morning, everyone was up early. Mulder folded up
the tent and packed away what supplies they had left, while
Scully tended to Bambi’s various cuts, scrapes, sprains,
bites, and rashes. Stumpy watched Scully with a glint in
his eye; he was obviously smitten by the redheaded agent
With their packs on their backs, they headed into the
woods, with Stumpy in the lead and Scully second, followed
by Bambi and Mulder. Stumpy slowed down just enough so that
Scully caught up with him. Soon they were side by side. The
little man pulled back the branches so Scully could pass,
but each time he did they came back to whack Bambi in the
“Mind if Ah ask ya what yer doin’ so fer from home, mizz
“No,” Scully smiled at the man, making his heart race. “My
partner and I are looking for a creature, much like the one
you described last night.”
“What fer?” Stumpy asked.
“I’ve been asking myself that same question, Mr. Ogle.”
Stumpy smiled at Scully, while the sun glinted off his gold
tooth. “Y’all can call me Stumpy.”
Scully had finally relaxed a little. “You can call me
“Dana,” Stumpy said, “Dana, that’s a rite purdy name,
“Thanks,” Scully replied.
“So who’s yer partner?” Scully looked surprised by the
“Da feller or da lady?”
“Oh, the man. Agent Mulder is my partner.”
“He treat ya good, do he?”
Scully blushed, “Yes, I guess so.”
“‘Cause if he ain’t, I kin whup him fer ya.”
“No, no Stumpy. We get along just fine,” Scully quickly
“Who’s dat woman wiff all da injories?”
“That’s Dr. Bambi Berenbaum.”
“Damn hell, ya say! Her name is Bambi, like da lil’ deer in
da story,” Stumpy laughed.
Stumpy nudged Scully with his shoulder, “She ain’t purdy
like you is.”
Scully blushed and ran her tongue over her upper lip,
“Ya got da purdiest hair Ah ev’r did see!” The little man
“Scully,” Mulder called out, “how much farther?”
Scully asked Stumpy. “Just over the hill, Mulder.”
Within fifteen minutes, the group broke out of the woods
and into a little clearing. Straight ahead sat a small
shack next to a stream.
“Dis is ma home, Dana,” Stumpy said, with a touch of pride
in his voice. “Ah built it all ma self.”
“It’s very nice,” Scully responded, smiling at him.
Bambi and Mulder walked into the clearing. Bambi dropped
her pack at her feet. “I’m exhausted. Did you know that the
highest point in the park is over 6,600 feet in elevation?”
Scully looked at Bambi, but chose not to respond.
Mulder grabbed Bambi’s pack and carried it to Stumpy’s
porch. “You’ve been through a lot Dr. Berenbaum, better
“Thanks Fox,” Bambi sighed and pushed back a mat of hair.
Scully stood on the porch while Stumpy looked admiringly at
“Got any food in there, Stumpy?” Mulder asked as he
surveyed the little hovel.
“Sure do, y’all like grits an’ salt-pork?”
Scully looked at Stumpy with her arms crossed over her
chest. “Do you have coffee?”
“Sure do, Dana,” Stumpy grinned. “Lemme rustle it up fer
Mulder leaned into Scully, as he carried the two backpacks
into the shack. “Scully, what is it about you that
attracts fidgety, dumpy little men.”
“Shut up, Mulder,” Scully frowned as she entered the shack,
with Mulder chuckling at her.
The room was dark, while the smell of burnt wood permeated
the air. It wasn’t much more shelter than the tent had
been, but it was a bit roomier. Stumpy had a rickety bed,
with bedding that hadn’t seen a washer in years, and a
small table in front of a crude fireplace. He brushed past
Scully. “I gotta git water fer yer coffee, Dana.”
“Thank you,” Scully said.
Bambi looked around the mess that was this man’s home,
while Mulder pawed through his belongings. He did find an
expensive looking camcorder, being used as a doorstop. They
heard Stumpy approaching, so Mulder returned everything to
its place. “Well he looks harmless.”
Scully walked out onto the porch as Stumpy was bringing up
a bucket of water from the stream. He straightened his back
as he noticed her watching him. “Ah’ll git yer coffee in no
Mulder walked outside and stretched, “I wish I had my couch
“For once I have to agree with you,” Scully softly said.
Bambi stepped out of the shack just as Mulder yawned and
spread his arms.
“Turn your head to the left,” Scully directed.
“I swear, I never saw Fox standing there.”
Scully handed Bambi a wet cloth for the huge purple bruise
that encircled her eye. “I’m sure you didn’t, just hold
this to your eye.”
Stumpy looked intently at Bambi’s injured eye. “Ya sure is
gonna have a shiner der, ma’am.”
“I’m sorry Bambi, I didn’t see you standing there,” Mulder
said with concern.
Suddenly, Stumpy yelled, “Let’s eat!”
Breakfast wasn’t bad. They had some sort of bird eggs that
Scully couldn’t identify, and salt pork that was more salt
than pork, plus a surprisingly delicious pan of fried
Scully sat with her elbows on the rickety table, drinking
her deep, rich, coffee and decided that the man did know
how to make a pot of coffee.
Mulder burst through the door. “Scully come quick.”
“Let me guess: Bambi,” Scully sighed.
Bambi sat on the edge of the porch, covered in little red
dots. Scully had to admit they contrasted nicely with the
poison ivy rash on her arms. She took one look at Bambi and
turned her head toward Stumpy. “What kind of eggs were
“Goose eggs,” Stumpy replied.
Bambi sighed. “I’m allergic to pate.”
Scully retrieved her medical bag and pulled out two more
tablets. “I’m running out of Benadryl, so watch what you
brush up against, step in, or eat.”
“Thanks, Agent Scully,” the itching Bambi said.
“I think we better leave these two here while we comb the
“I think you’re right, Mulder.”
“No!” Stumpy protested, “Ah was fixin’ ta go wiff Dana.”
Mulder frowned at the little man. “Don’t you have a still
to tend to?”
“Shit!” Stumpy mumbled and took off up the hill.
“I think I made your boyfriend mad,” Mulder teased.
“Can we just get on with it,” Scully snapped.
Both agents walked into the woods, never losing sight of
one another or the stream. After several hours of looking
around, they followed the stream back to Stumpy’s place.
They found him sitting on the edge of the porch, knife
drawn, whittling on a stick. He jumped up when he saw
Scully coming up the path.
“How’s Bambi?” she asked.
Stumpy frowned, “Next time, she’s goin’ wiff y’all. Dat
woman yammers on somepin’ fierce. Told me der was 27
diff’ent sally-manders in dis here park.”
“The woman knows her National Park,” Scully said, as she
brushed past Stumpy.
Mulder and Scully stopped just outside the shack. “So, what
do we know now?” he asked her.
“Not much,” Scully squinted in the noonday sun.
“We have a sighting by two kids.”
“Looking to get high.”
Mulder frowned down at Scully. “Bambi saw something.”
“She saw Stumpy.”
“That’s possible, but what did Stumpy see then?”
“I don’t know,” Scully sighed. “Maybe swamp gas, maybe
“Or, just maybe a moth man.”
“Mulder, remember when I said you were a member of the
Manson family? Well I take that back. You’re a member of
“Scully, something is out there.”
Scully dropped her head. “So what do you suggest we do
Mulder just stared into the deep woods.
Scully flung out her arms. “Mulder, we have got a woman
here who is in need of proper medical attention and quite
frankly, I’m running low on medical supplies.”
“You’re right Scully, you and Bambi need to have Stumpy
take you out of the woods.”
“Bambi and me! Mulder, just what do you think you’re going
“I’m going to hang around here and look for the moth men.
I’ll only be a few days, what can it hurt?”
“Oh no! You’re not ditching me, not with her, not alone.”
Scully was really riled up now.
“Scully, I’ll be okay,” Mulder whispered.
“It’s not you I’m worried about, Mulder,” Scully said
through clenched teeth. “I’d be safer out here than with
that woman,” Scully glared at her partner.
Mulder looked up to see Stumpy bringing in a load of
firewood. “Hey, Stumpy, come here.”
The little man dropped the wood and approached Mulder.
“Stumpy, would you lead Agent Scully and Doctor Berenbaum
back to the Cable Mill trailhead?”
Scully frowned, crossed her arms, and shifted her weight to
one rigid leg.
Stumpy looked at Scully then motioned for Mulder to follow
him. Both men walked to within a few feet of the forest
edge. “Ag’nt Mulder, Ah’d really like ta hep ya out but Ah
ain’t a gonna do it.”
Mulder looked down at the small man, with an incredulous
look on his face. Stumpy put his arm around Mulder’s back,
drawing him down. “Ag’nt Mulder, we’s boff men of da world.
Ah got ma eye on dat feisty lil’ red head or’ der. Ah’m
plyin’ her wiff ma manly ways, an’ ah think she’s comin’
’round. Ah ain’t ’bout ta give up now.” Stumpy laughed
while Mulder was speechless. “So ya see ifn’ Ah took ‘er
otta here she cain’t git ta know da real Stumpy. Ah got
things ta offer ‘er.” Stumpy smiled and showed his gold
Mulder stood up and walked past Scully. “You win, he won’t
take you two out of here.”
“Why not?” Scully questioned.
Mulder spun around. “Apparently, he wants to get you into
“What?” Scully exclaimed, with her eyes now wide. She
turned to see Stumpy smiling at her, while the sunlight
glinted off his gold tooth.
Mulder stalked up the steps to the shack. Scully followed
him, with Stumpy hot on her heels.
Bambi was sitting in a chair, holding a wet cloth to her
black eye. “Did you see anything, Fox?”
“No,” Mulder muttered, “we didn’t.”
Stumpy tossed a few more pieces of kindling on the fire.
“So, what now?” Bambi asked, removing the cloth.
“We leave,” Mulder huffed.
“No!” Stumpy yelled.
“No!” Bambi screamed.
Mulder and Scully both looked at the naysayers.
Bambi spoke up. “Look Fox, if there really is a giant moth,
or a half-moth half-man insect out there, I want to find
it. This could do a lot to validate my career and get me
back on the fast track in entomology.”
Scully huffed, “Entomology has a fast track?”
Bambi looked at Scully with one wide-eye. “Agent Scully,
you have no idea the amount of grant money there is out
there. One doctor I know investigated the life cycle of the
dung beetle, and now he’s driving a Beammer.”
Scully was now the wide-eyed one.
“So,” Mulder spoke up, “we’re staying?”
“I guess,” Scully muttered, walking out of the shack.
Mulder followed her down to the stream. Scully sat on a
rock and Mulder sat down next to her. “Okay Scully, what
gives, and don’t say ‘I’m fine’.”
Scully looked up at her partner, let out a little laugh,
then looked down. “Mulder, how long have we been in a more
Scully looked at her hands. “I guess I thought things would
“What kind of things?”
“I don’t know. Mulder, answer me one question; did you call
Bambi to just get under my skin, or was there more to it?”
“Scully, I didn’t do either. She is a qualified
entomologist and remember, you pretty much cut my legs out
from under me back in the office.” Mulder draped his arm
over her shoulder. “You know how I am, I’m a man on a
mission, and I know at times I bowl over you.”
“At times?” Scully smiled.
Mulder nuzzled her hair, “But, there is no one I’d rather
have covering my back,” he laughed, “or my front.”
They both grinned. “Are we okay?”
“Yeah, we are,” Scully said, as Mulder held her close.
They walked back to the shack and found Stumpy gone, with
Bambi changed into the clothes Scully had dried the night
“Just my luck,” Scully said motioning to Bambi. “She burns
down the tent and I’m the one with no clothes.”
“I do have a couple of spare T-shirts you’re welcome to.”
“I’ll swim in those things Mulder, but I guess it’s better
than walking around ripe all day. Thanks.”
Mulder climbed up the porch to retrieve the T-shirt. Scully
walked over to where Bambi was leaning against the porch
railing. “I could use a smoke.” Bambi caught the frown
Scully gave her. “Sorry.”
“That’s okay. How are you feeling?”
“Okay. I only hope we get to see the moth men.” Bambi
turned to Scully. “I envy you, Agent Scully.”
“Envy. Me?” Scully asked, incredulously.
“Yes. You lead this exciting life, never knowing where you
are going to be from one moment to the next, with a partner
who cares about you. Meanwhile, I sit behind a microscope
and look at bugs.” Bambi let out a sigh and crossed her
arms over her chest as she looked out over the mountains.
Scully looked at the woman standing before her. She was
battered and bruised, but still refused to give up. Scully
was reminded of someone else she knew and had to smile. “My
life isn’t so exciting,” Scully said, while she shuffled
her feet and stared down at the ground. “There’s lots of
dead ends, endless stakeouts, and reams of paper work.”
Scully looked up at Bambi. “Doctor Berenbaum are you
serious about wanting a job like mine?”
“I am, but I could never be half the agent you or Fox are.”
Scully smiled at the other woman. “Thanks, but there are
other jobs at the Bureau that are just as exciting without
“Really? You think I could work for the FBI?”
“Of course. You’re in a field that is just opening up in
law enforcement. I know of a case that was solved by
finding a rare bug lodged in the grillwork of the suspect’s
Bambi smiled at Scully. “Thanks, Agent Scully. I’ll
Mulder came out of the shack and tossed a T-shirt at
Scully. “Go change. Stumpy and I have a plan.”
Scully came out of the bushes tucking the heather gray T-
shirt into her jeans. Mulder looked her over. “Well, that
fits rather nicely, Agent Scully.”
“It did when I cut off two feet of it,” Scully said,
tossing the bottom half of his T-shirt at him. Mulder was
They all gathered around the porch. Bambi stood to the left
of Mulder while Scully was on his right, and Stumpy was
tight against Scully.
Mulder began, “Stumpy and I have come up with a plan.”
“Yup,” Stumpy agreed, and nodded his head, “we got us a
Mulder looked at Stumpy and continued. “He says the only
time he has seen the moth man was last night at our
Stumpy smiled at Scully, “Dat twern’t me.”
“So my suggestion is Scully, Stumpy and I hike back to our
campsite and stake out the place. Bambi can stay here.”
“No,” Scully shook her head. “If one of us goes, we all
Bambi’s face lit up as Scully glanced at her. Mulder looked
at Bambi then back at Scully. “Okay, then, we all go. Let’s
Bambi whispered, “Thanks, Agent Scully.” Scully nodded
back to Doctor Berenbaum.
They gathered up what supplies they had left, plus what
Stumpy could scrounge up, and headed out to their former
campsite. Bambi was walking next to Mulder, while Stumpy
was walking next to and eyeing Scully.
“Did you know that this national park is home to more
varieties of snakes than any other federal park,” Bambi
Stumpy visibly shuttered, “Ah hates snakes!”
“Really,” Scully replied, “I would think living up here,
like you do, you would be used to them.”
“Dana, Ah live wiff da park rangers but dat don’t mean Ah
has ta like ’em.”
Mulder smiled at that one.
Stumpy continued on. “Ah nev’r trusts no thing wiff out
legs nor arms. Dat’s jus’ evil. ‘Member it twas a snake
what made ol’ Adam eat da apple.”
Scully was surprised by Stumpy’s twisted version of
“Der ain’t much ol’ Stumpy heer’s askeered of, but
revenuers, rangers and snakes is two of ’em.
Mulder frowned at Stumpy’s math but decided to let it pass.
“Did you know there are over sixty different mammals in the
park, Mr. Ogle?” Bambi asked.
“Bet ah done et mos’ of ’em, too,” Stumpy laughed.
Mulder chuckled while Scully smiled.
Finally the quartet broke through to their original meeting
“Home sweet home,” Scully muttered.
“Let’s set up camp again and eat. Then we need to put our
plan into action,” Mulder said, removing his pack.
“Just what is this plan you and Stumpy have cooked up,
Mulder?” Scully asked, removing her own pack.
“Scully, the moth men stole our cell phone, our food, and
Bambi’s cigarettes. I think we should set a trap.”
Scully looked up at Mulder. “And just what kind of trap do
Mulder walked over to his pack and pulled out his
binoculars, some sunflower seeds, and a can of beans. “Our
“So you think we just set this stuff out there and wait for
the giant-winged, glowing-eyed, moth men to show up.”
Mulder nudged Scully’s shoulder. “It worked for the Great
“I’m setting up the tent,” Scully glared at him and walked
“You really think we’ll see it, Fox?” Bambi asked
“We’ve got nothing to lose trying,” Mulder shrugged.
They shared some fried bread Stumpy brought along, and
mixed up a few eggs and potatoes, with Bambi refraining
from eating the eggs.
The cookware was gathered up and washed, this time without
incident, while Bambi packed away the food and straightened
up the tent.
Stumpy helped Scully gather up firewood. Even though she
could do it quicker alone, he wanted to be helpful. He
demanded she let him carry the wood back to the campsite,
always insisting he could carry more. Scully had to smile
at the effort he was putting into wooing her.
By late afternoon, all the chores had been done and the
trap set, but Scully was still not convinced it would work.
“Stumpy,” Mulder called the little man over.
“Yes sir.” Stumpy stood at attention, after all it was his
and Mulder’s plan.
“You stay here with Dr. Berenbaum, while Agent Scully and I
examine the perimeter.”
“Yes sir, will do, Ag’nt Mulder.” Stumpy saluted, proudly
taking his work seriously.
Mulder grinned down at the small man and pulled out his ID.
Handing it to Stumpy he said, “Here take this, just in case
someone shows up while we’re gone.”
Stumpy looked down at the gold and silver badge in the soft
leather case with the letters FBI emblazoned across it. He
held it with great reverence. “Thank ya, Ag’nt Mulder, ah
won’t let ya down.” He began to patrol the campsite while
Mulder smiled to himself.
“Come on Scully, and bring your weapon,” Mulder told her as
he checked his own clip.
The two agents walked into the woods, careful once again to
keep the mountain stream within their sight. Scully slowly
walked to the right side of Mulder but suddenly stopped.
“Mulder look,” she said, pointing down to the ground.
Mulder walked over to see the empty containers that once
held their food, littering the ground, and his cell phone
busted into little, tiny pieces.
Scully stooped down and pulled an evidence bag out of her
jacket while Mulder put on a latex glove. He carefully
placed the bits of phone in one bag and the trash into the
“We might get prints off these,” Scully said, as she got up
and zipped the bag shut.
“Or we might not,” Mulder responded. “Come on, let’s get
back and see what Bambi has injured this time.”
Scully smiled at her partner as they made their way back to
the camp. She parted the bushes and stopped dead in her
tracks, “What the hell!”
Bambi and Stumpy were sitting on a log, sharing the largest
joint Scully had ever seen. Her mouth dropped open as she
looked back at her partner.
“Well, that explains a lot,” he wisecracked.
Bambi waved at the two approaching agents. “Fox, Stumpy had
some tobacco on him, so we rolled our own.”
“I can see that,” Mulder said, walking up to the duo.
Bambi puffed out a blue smoke ring. “It’s actually not too
Scully ran her tongue over her bottom lip. “Just try not to
burn down the forest.”
Bambi passed the huge, hand-rolled cigarette to Stumpy. He
took a drag and passed it back to her. She licked her
fingers then brought them together on the end of the
cigarette, snuffing out the stogie, before she pocketed the
remainder. Scully was speechless.
Mulder began, “We found our food, or what’s left of it.” He
held up one of the evidence bags. “And my cell phone,” he
said, holding up the other bag.
“So who, or what did that?” Bambi asked.
“We’re not sure, but tonight I think we’ll catch our
Stumpy spoke up, “Ah thought we wuz lookin’ fer da moth
“We are,” Mulder assured him, “just wait until dark.”
Scully mixed up some presentable mushroom soup, made from
the sponges Stumpy had found, along with the few canned
goods they had brought from his place.
Mulder had a good-sized fire going, while Bambi had her
nose stuck in her guidebook. “It says here that over two
thousands species of mushrooms grow in the park.”
Scully chose to ignore that little bit of trivia. She was
finding it hard to pick on a woman who was swathed in
They sat down to eat, with Mulder sitting on a large
boulder and Bambi near the fire, while Scully and Stumpy
shared a log.
“So Stumpy, whatever possessed you to brew ‘shine, way up
here in the woods?” Mulder asked the little man, who was
sopping up the last of his soup with a piece of fried
“Well sir, Ah done inherited it from ma pa. See he got it
from his pa, what brewed ‘shine a fore dis here park were a
park. Ma fambily been in diss-tillin’ fer or’ a huner’d
years, kinda like dem Busch boys in Saint Louie, ‘cept Ah
only got one still, an’ no big purdy horses like day does.”
“I see,” Mulder said, finishing up his soup. “So you never
wanted to do anything but brew alcohol?”
Stumpy thought, “Der is one thing Ah drempt o’ bein’, but
nev’r got ta do.”
“What was that?” Scully asked.
“Ah al’ays wanted ta be a elf.” Stumpy grinned at Scully.
“An elf?” Scully repeated.
“Ya know Dana, one a dose tiny lil’ men what works fer
Santee. Ah could make da toys. Ah’s real good at
whittlin'”. The little man grinned at her.
Scully looked at Stumpy, not quite knowing what to say.
Mulder just nodded his head and changed the subject. “It’s
nearly sundown, let’s get ready to put our plan into
Scully and Stumpy did the dishes in the stream, while Bambi
and Mulder set out the moth men bait.
“Okay Mulder, what’s next?” Scully asked as she put away
their cooking pot.
“Make sure your gun is loaded and keep it handy. You, Bambi
and I will go into the tent just like before, then Stumpy
will disappear into the woods. You and I slip out the back.
From there, each of us will take up a position surrounding
the campsite. Bambi will be at 12 o’clock, with you at 3,
Stumpy at 6 and me at 9. One of us is bound to see
something, if it shows up.”
“Sounds good to me, Fox,” Bambi said.
“I guess it could work,” Scully reluctantly agreed.
“That’s the spirit,” Mulder said as he nudged her shoulder.
They sat around the fire until the moon was high.
“Stumpy, you ready?” Mulder asked.
Stumpy nodded in the affirmative.
“Okay, let’s go,” Mulder got up from the fire and
stretched, being careful to make sure Bambi was at arms
Bambi crawled into the tent first, then Scully and Mulder.
“Bambi, you just yell, Scully and I will be just outside,”
Mulder reminded her.
“Okay, Fox,” Bambi nodded with apprehension in her voice.
Mulder held up the back of the tent, so Scully could crawl
out. Then he followed her. The agents unsnapped their guns
from the holsters. “You okay, Scully?”
“Yeah,” Scully responded.
Mulder put his hand on her shoulder and with a gentle
squeeze, he nodded his head for her to go to the right.
Scully smiled at him and nodded in return, then she took
off into the darkness. Mulder turned the opposite
direction, and disappeared into the night.
Stumpy squatted down in the bushes across from the
campsite. He could see the tent outlined against the fire.
The bushes to either side of the tent moved, as Mulder and
Scully took their places.
Bambi huddled alone in the tent. She absent-mindedly pulled
the large cigarette out of her pocket, then thought better
of it and returned it.
Scully took her place behind a tree, both the tent and the
bait were within her line of sight. She heard the bushes
next to her crackle and jumped, not from fear but from
Mulder crouched down behind a large boulder. He scanned the
campsite, with his eyes always returning to the bait. He
tensely fingered the gun he held in his hand.
Stumpy felt something brush against his ankle. He swatted
at it but the sensation did not go away. He swatted at it
again. A strange look crossed his face. He lifted his hand,
to find it holding a snake! His eyes bulged out, he began
to shake, and he dropped the creature to the ground. His
screams could be heard over all 500,000 acres of parkland.
Bambi screamed in reaction to Stumpy’s scream. She tried to
get out of the tent but it collapsed around her.
Scully heard Stumpy and Bambi’s screams. She looked to her
left to see many glowing eyes. The eyes stared at her,
unblinking and unmoving. She raised her gun and yelled,
“Federal agent, freeze!” But the eyes only continued to
stare. She backed off, firing a couple of rounds into the
air, but the eyes never flinched.
Mulder heard Stumpy and Bambi’s screams, and the gunshots,
along with miscellaneous noises. He took off toward the
sound of the gun fire yelling, “Scully!” He too saw
numerous glowing eyes that never blinked or moved. He
yelled, “I’m a federal agent, come out.” The eyes appeared
to all leave, or dim at once. He ran toward them.
Stumpy raced through the campsite, screaming at the top of
his lungs, “Snnnnaaaaaakkkkkkkeeeeeee!”
Bambi finally managed to crawl out of the tent while Scully
passed Stumpy from the opposite direction. Bambi stepped
into Scully, they crashed together with Scully’s gun flying
into the air. They saw it silhouetted against the fire just
before it landed in the middle of the burning logs. Scully
grabbed Bambi by the hand and dragged her behind a large
rock. “Get down!” Scully yelled, as the ammo in her gun
began to cook off. They hid behind the rock until the sound
of the rounds going off ceased.
“That was close,” Bambi said.
“Too close,” Scully replied, then frowned and looked
around. “Where is Mulder?”
Bambi also looked around, “I don’t know. I thought he was
Scully was suddenly aware that her partner was missing and
sighed. “Oh hell, where is he?”
Bambi and Scully began to call out for Mulder. “Shhh,”
Scully said, “let me call, and we’ll both listen.” She
called out for him but received no answering call. She
continued calling as they ventured into the woods. A soft
moan was heard. Scully called Mulder’s name once more.
“Agent Scully!” Bambi yelled, “I’ve found him!”
Scully raced to where Bambi was standing and pointing over
the edge of an overhang. “Look, there he is.”
Scully looked over the edge. About 15 feet below, she
spotted him. “Mulder,” she gasped.
Mulder was lying on his back with his arms spread out. At
first, Scully was certain he had at the least done some
tendon and ligament damage to his back. The image that
haunted her most was the sight of his head lying against
the rocks, while blood trickled down his right eyebrow.
Scully scanned the cliff and finally discovered a safe path
to take her down to him. She tucked her flashlight into her
waistband and turned to Bambi. “You stay here.”
“No,” Bambi said, “you’ll need me to help move him.”
Scully stopped her descent. “Not likely. I need you to stay
here until I check him out.” Then she added, “If I fall,
you’ll have to go get help.”
“Right,” Bambi firmly said.
Scully shinnied down the steep cliff, hanging on to the
exposed tree roots to slow her descent. She finally made it
down to her injured partner. She gently ran her fingers
over his cheek. “Mulder, it’s
me. Hey, partner, can you hear me?”
Mulder didn’t respond or move. Scully switched into doctor
mode and began to check her partner’s injuries. His legs
and arms didn’t appear to be broken she was relieved to
note. She checked his ribs and abdomen. His ribs were
probably badly bruised but didn’t appear to be broken,
either. She slapped his cheek, trying to rouse him.
“Mulder, Mulder, it’s me.”
Mulder finally moaned, “Mom?”
Scully was shocked then she saw the small smile that
crossed his face. “Mulder! You shit!” She smiled, as a
sense of relief fell over her.
Scully yelled up to Bambi, “He’s coming around.”
Bambi started down, but Scully yelled up to her, “No Bambi,
I need you to grab the sleeping bag, and the thermal
blankets, then get my medical bag and canteen.” Bambi did
as she was asked.
Mulder moaned. “Steady Mulder, I’m here,” Scully softly
“What happened?” Mulder asked as he tried to touch the
nasty bump that was forming on his head.
“You fell over a cliff.”
Mulder opened his eyes. “Is it bad?”
Scully ran her fingers through his hair and softly said. “I
don’t think so. Can you move your arms and legs?”
Mulder tried to move, letting out a soft moan, “Yeah, but
my ass is killing me.” He shifted and removed a jagged rock
the size of a baseball from under his left hip. “Ahh,
that’s better, but now my head is killing me.”
“That’s better than usual.” Then Scully smiled, “it’s good
you can move, but not good that it hurts.”
“Where’s everyone?” Mulder asked.
“Bambi is here, but Stumpy was scared off by a snake.”
“Oh, I remember now.” He winced, as he touched his brow.
Just then Bambi appeared in the moonlight. “I’ve got what
you asked for, Agent Scully.”
“Good. Toss the sleeping bag and blankets down, then you
Bambi made her way down the cliff, just as Scully had
earlier. “How is he?” She quietly asked.
“I’m fine.” Mulder replied.
“Isn’t that my line, partner,” Scully quietly said. “He can
move and so far, nothing appears broken,” she told Bambi.
“But he tends to go into shock easily. We need to keep him
Mulder glared at her but kept his thoughts to himself.
Scully ran her hand over Mulder’s cheek. “You just hang in
there. I need to take care of that cut on your forehead.”
She took her medical bag and began to care for Mulder.
“Bambi, can you cover him with the sleeping bag.”
Bambi placed the flashlight under her arm, and grabbed the
sleeping bag. “Where do you think Stumpy got to?”
“I have no idea. As scared as he was, he’s probably still
Bambi tucked the sleeping bag around Mulder, while Scully
had him track her finger and answer some routine questions.
Satisfied, that he didn’t have a concussion, she set to
dressing the wound.
“Scully, we can’t stay here. Let me try to get up.”
She let go of his arm and he started to get up but sat down
again abruptly. “Ow! Everything hurts!”
“Stay put for a while, you took quite a tumble,” she told
him, stroking his forehead.
Mulder sighed. “You’re probably right.”
“Here, drink this Fox,” Bambi said, offering the canteen to
him. “Easy, easy.”
“Thanks,” Mulder replied, glad to have the liquid.
“I think we better settle in here for the night,” Scully
said, looking down the steep cliff.
Mulder huddled under the sleeping bag. “Are you cold?”
Scully asked with concern in her voice.
“I’ll be okay.” Mulder slowly closed his eyes then asked,
“You did see them, didn’t you?”
“I’m not sure what I saw.” Sensing Mulder’s frustration at
her words, she added, “But I did see something. You need to
get some sleep.”
“What about you and Bambi?”
“We’ll be fine. We’ll take turns sleeping,” Scully said
looking around at the pitch-blackness that surrounded them.
“Mulder, where is your weapon?”
“I lost it during my fall. Where’s yours?”
Scully sighed, “It’s a long story.”
Bambi had been unfolding the thermal blanket, but stopped
and began to search the cliff with the beam of her
flashlight. “Agent Scully, I found Fox’s gun.”
Scully’s eyes followed the beam to a spot just below them.
Mulder’s weapon was caught up in the thicket.
“I think I can just reach it,” Bambi said, as she began to
slide down the side of the cliff.
“Bambi, don’t!” Scully suddenly grew concerned.
Bambi looked up at Scully. “It’s okay, I can get it.”
She eased her way down the side of the cliff and was within
inches of grabbing the gun, when the gravel above started
to slide. She covered her head while Scully held her
breath. With one last lunge, Bambi managed to snag Mulder’s
weapon. She dug her heels into the loose soil and pushed
herself back up to Mulder and Scully. She handed the gun to
Scully, who blanched when she realized the safety was off.
Scully was holding Mulder’s head on her lap while he dozed.
She checked his pulse again, and found it, strong and
Bambi spoke up, “Did you know over nine million people
visit the park each year?”
Scully looked around into the darkness, “Yeah, well, where
are they when we need them.”
Bambi passed one of the thermal blankets to Scully and
covered herself with the other. “What do you think is out
there, Agent Scully?”
“I don’t know, but at least we have some protection now.”
Bambi smiled, glad for once she could be of some help.
“Bambi, you should get some sleep. I need to watch Mulder
for a little while longer.”
“Okay, but in a few hours, I’ll relieve you and stand
Scully had to smile at that thought. “Sure.” She snuggled
into Mulder, just a little tighter and placed her own
blanket over him. She threaded her fingers through his
soft, sable brown hair and waited for daylight to break,
and hopefully, for help to come.
The sun was starting to peek over the edge of the trees.
“Agent Scully, Agent Scully!” Scully was jolted awake by
Bambi’s soft but frantic calling of her name. “I heard
Scully slid out from under her sleeping partner’s head and
stood up, raising the gun. The noise grew closer to the
edge of the cliff when suddenly two eyes appeared. “What
cha doin’ down der?”
“Stumpy,” Scully sighed and dropped her shoulders. Then she
regained her composure. “Agent Mulder is hurt! We need
“Ah done brung it,” Stumpy smiled down at them.
Another face appeared over the edge, it seemed familiar,
but Scully couldn’t place it. Then it hit her! “Sheriff
Mulder looked up at the dreamy-eyed, arguably, large-
toothed man staring down at them and let out an audible
Scully turned her concern to Mulder, unaware of the actual
cause of his groan. “It’s okay, you’ll be out of here
The man above them removed his hat. “Ma’am, and it’s not
Sheriff Hartwell, it’s Ranger Hartwell. I work for the
Federal Forestry Service now.”
Scully smiled up at Ranger Hartwell as he said, “We got
help on the way.”
Scully turned to Bambi. “You stay here with Mulder, while I
talk to the officer.” She worked her way up the cliff, with
Ranger Hartwell and Stumpy giving her a hand at the top.
“Agent Scully,” Ranger Hartwell smiled. “I figured it had
to be you.”
“But how did you know?” Scully asked, with a puzzled look
on her face.
“Well, I wasn’t too set on believin’ your friend here,” he
nodded toward Stumpy, “until he produced Agent Mulder’s
badge and ID, then I knew he wasn’t pullin’ my leg.”
“We need a backboard and some medical supplies.”
“They’re on the way,” Ranger Hartwell replied as he pointed
to a tiny dot on the horizon, that Scully came to recognize
as a rescue helicopter. She heaved a sigh of relief.
Ranger Hartwell’s radio suddenly came to life and he began
to give directions to the chopper pilot.
“He gonna be okay?” Stumpy asked Scully.
“He’ll be fine, thanks to you, Stumpy.” She leaned over and
hugged the little man, then placed a quick peck on his
“Aww,” Stumpy chuckled and shuffled his feet. Scully
thought she could see him blush under all the grime.
The park rescue team members recoiled down ropes, that were
dropped from the chopper, and begin to work on getting
Mulder back up the side of the cliff.
Scully started to climb back over the cliff, when a hand
stopped her. It was one of the team members, she couldn’t
hear him due to the noise of the chopper rotors, but she
assumed he didn’t want her going over the cliff. She stayed
put, leaning over so she could see the activity below. They
might be able to stop her from reaching her partner, but
they sure as hell couldn’t keep her from watching their
Soon, they had Mulder loaded into a wire mesh basket, over
his strenuous objection. As the basket was being pulled up,
Mulder gave Scully a glare as he passed her, and a look
that told her he thought she was overreacting again. She
shot him a huge grin and a wave.
He was loaded in the chopper to be taken to Baptist
Hospital in Knoxville. Scully continued to stare at the
helicopter as it disappeared over the horizon.
Ranger Hartwell approached Scully. “Ma’am, if you’re ready,
we can. . .” Suddenly, he stopped and looked past Scully.
“Who is that?” he asked, as he spotted the doe-eyed doctor
crawling over the edge of the cliff.
Scully turned to look over her shoulder. “That is Dr.
Berenbaum, she’s an entomol. . .” Before Scully could
finish, the ex-sheriff blew past her and was helping Bambi
He tipped his hat, “Howdy ma’am. You look like you could
use a little medical attention of yer own.”
Bambi pushed a lock of matted hair away from her dirty face
and sighed. “It’s been a long trip.”
The ex-sheriff offered Bambi his arm. “I’m Ranger Lucius
Hartwell but you can just call me Luke.” He walked Bambi to
his waiting Jeep.
Scully was watching the mating ritual unfolding before her
with a raised eyebrow. As the new couple walked past her
she could hear Bambi say, “Luke, did you know that the
Armillaria mellea or honey mushroom that grows in the park,
gives off light at night.”
“No, I didn’t, that’s interesting,” the ex-sheriff said
with a goofy grin on his face.
Just then it hit Scully! “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” She walked
over to Bambi and glared at her. “They glow!”
“That’s right,” Bambi replied, still looking at Ranger
“Like eyes?” Scully spit out.
“I guess so,” Bambi absent-mindedly responded as she hung
on to Luke’s arm.
Scully stood with her arms crossed over her chest, “And
just when did you discover this little nugget of
Bambi had to stop and think. “It was between spraining my
ankle and setting the tent on fire.”
“And you never thought to tell us!”
“Bambi shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t think you would
find it interesting.”
Scully was steaming. “Find it interesting! Did it ever
occur to you, that what we might be seeing was not moth
men’s glowing-eyes, but glowing fungi!”
Bambi was looking deep into the Ranger’s eyes. “You know,
Agent Scully, you might be right.” She and Ranger Hartwell
started walking toward the jeep. Scully could hear Bambi
say, “Did I tell you I might be joining the FBI. Oh, and
Luke, you can call me Bambi.”
Scully was standing in the middle of their campsite, her
hair full of twigs and dirt, her clothing torn and ratty,
and her partner on his way to the hospital. She turned to
see Stumpy lovingly admiring her, and sighed, “Come on
Stumpy, let’s go.” She bent over to grab her jacket and
noticed something strange. She walked to the stump where
the moth men bait had been sitting and ran her finger over
the now bare stump. She glanced around before putting on
her jacket. Then she caught up with Stumpy at the Jeep.
6 hours later ~
Dana Scully’s heels gave off a staccato click on the tile
at Knoxville’s Baptist Hospital as she pushed open the door
to her partner’s room. Mulder had on a full pout as she
laid a bouquet of flowers on his bedside table.
“Don’t get all misty-eyed,” Scully joked, “I got orders
from my mom to pick these up for you.”
“You’re trying to make up for my spending the next 18 hours
being poked and prodded,” Mulder replied, in a raspy voice.
Scully pulled up a chair, “How’s the butt?” Then she
motioned with her finger, “and the ribs and the head?”
Mulder couldn’t stay mad, not after what he’d put her
through over the last few days. “Pretty good.” He dropped
his eyes, and fingered the thin hospital blanket.
Scully sensed he was feeling a little low about the case.
“What’s wrong? They’ll cut you loose by noon tomorrow?”
He gave no reply, just continued to fiddle with the loose
weave of the blanket.
“Mulder, we still solved the case. What people were seeing
were just the mushrooms glowing.”
“I guess, but I had hoped for more.”
Scully looked at him, sat back in the chair, and shook her
“What?” Mulder questioned.
“Nothing,” Scully smiled at him. Silence filled the room
for a few moments then Scully began, “You never cease to
amaze me. You are bruised, battered and yet you still want
Mulder smiled, “That’s what I am Scully, you should know
that by now.”
Scully lowered the bed rail and leaned over the edge,
sitting on her hip.
Mulder laughed, “If you weren’t so damn short Scully, you
could crawl up here and make me very happy.”
Scully grabbed him gently by the head. “Mulder, my stature
has nothing to do with my ability to make you happy.” She
planted a soft, wet, kiss on Mulder’s lips.
Just then the door slowly opened, and in walked Stumpy. He
looked around like this was his first time in a hospital,
or a big city, which it probably was. “Hey der, Ag’nt
Mulder, I brung ya yer badge,” Stumpy quietly said, as he
pulled Mulder’s badge out of his overalls pocket. He
breathed on it and polished it on his sleeve before
solemnly handing it to Mulder.
“Thanks, Stumpy,” Mulder said as Scully moved off the bed
to stand next to him.
Stumpy headed for the door when Scully called him back. “If
you ever need anything Stumpy, you call us.”
Stumpy grinned at Scully. “Thank ya Dana, Ah will.” Then he
shuffled his feet and looked down at the floor. “Well, Ah
best be gittin’ back.” With that he left the room.
The door opened once more and Dr. Berenbaum and Ranger
Hartwell entered. “Agent Mulder, how are you feeling?”
Bambi questioned as she walked toward the bed.
Scully stood her ground, near the head of Mulder’s bed and
“Much better. How about you?” Mulder asked.
Bambi looked down at all her injuries. “It takes more than
this to get me down.”
Ranger Hartwell snickered, like it was the funniest thing
he had ever heard. Bambi smiled coyly at him.
“Thanks for all your help,” Mulder said, then glanced at
Scully, who finally got his drift.
“Oh yes, thanks for all your help.” Scully said it more for
Mulder’s benefit than Bambi’s.
“Agent Scully,” Bambi began, “I’ve decided I won’t be
seeking employment with the FBI.”
“Oh really,” Scully replied, trying not to sound so happy.
“That’s right,” Bambi said, reaching out and grabbing
Ranger Hartwell’s hand. She looked longingly into his eyes
as he returned the stare. “I’m staying here with Luke to
become a park ranger, so I won’t be needing that job.”
Ranger Hartwell grinned at Mulder and Scully then tipped
his hat. “Agents, nice to see you’re both fine.” He turned
to Bambi, “Come on, my little Vampira.”
Bambi giggled, “I think that is so cute.” They walked out
the door, hand-in-hand.
Scully stood next to Mulder’s bed with her mouth open then
regained her composure, “Mulder do you think we should
warn. . .”
“But Mul. . .”
“No. That’s a woman who obviously knows what she wants.”
Scully ruffled Mulder’s hair. “And so am I.”
Mulder chuckled at Scully’s remark, then she softly added,
“And you’re right, he does have big, buck teeth.”
Two weeks later. . .
It’s was pink, cotton-candy-sky evening when their rinky-
dinky van, covered in an array of bumper stickers ranging
from ‘Proud people don’t pollute’ to ‘Got weed?’, pulled
into the small town of Kroner. After their grisly
experience in the Smoky Mountains, these two had hit the
road and never looked back.
“Why are we here, AJ?” Sharon asked, with her feet propped
up on the dashboard and a can of beer in her hand.
AJ looked over at her with dopey eyes. “There is some
freaky weather around here. Remember, when our friend Curt
was out here with his girlfriend while that high school
reunion was on going, and that flying cow crashed into the
hotel room next to his,” he said with a laugh.
Sharon furrowed her brow. “A flying cow?”
“Yeah, well a twister picked it up,” he explained before
sticking a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it. “But you
got to admit, it would be pretty cool to see a cow fly,” he
mumbled between drags on his cigarette.
“Uh huh,” Sharon said eyeing AJ, as he puffed away.
“There’s been more freaky stuff than that Curt told me,” he
continued, as swirls of smoke coil from his mouth. “He
heard one time it rained rose petals here for nearly an
hour. Freaking rose petals, Sharon!” AJ exclaimed, before a
cough overtook him.
As they drove through the small town, Sharon noticed a sign
in big green letters that read, ‘Kroner Farmers Festival’.
Crowds of people occupied both sides of the street where
tables held boxes of vegetables for sale, while kid’s
swarmed around the face painting booth and the candy
As they cruised through the festival, Sharon sighed, “So
far I don’t see anything freaky. Seems like Dullsville to
AJ stopped at a crosswalk to let a tall, thin man, dressed
in a sport coat, with a blonde woman in a paisley dress at
his side, pass in front of them. A young boy with curly
hair shuffled along between them, with his little arms
crossed and his bottom lip stuck out in a pout.
“I want candy!” the little boy cried out as his parents
pull him along. They didn’t notice the dark clouds
gathering across the sky. A sudden strike of lightning
flashed, with a roar of thunder rumbling behind it.
“Whoa, dude!” AJ said in wonder. “Looks like a storm coming
The little boy paused in the middle of the street and
uncrossed his arms. Suddenly a fierce wind blew down the
row of booths. The little boy’s mother grabbed him by the
hand and dragged him across the street. Just as they
stepped onto the curb, a truck came around the corner, and
the high wind caught it. It ran amuck and hit one of the
candy stands. M&M’s, Hershey bars, and Gummy Bears, rained
down upon the crowd. The little boy held out his hands and
gleefully gathered in the candy by the fist full.
The blonde woman rolled her eyes and yelled at her
companion. “Holman! Have you been teaching your son how to
control the weather?” The tall, thin, man just gave the
woman a sheepish smile and shrugged.
AJ had been watching the entire episode unfolding before
him. “Sharon! Did you hear that? That kid’s mom said he can
control the weather!”
Sharon sighed, “Oh no, here we go again.”
~ The End ~