Smoke Signals from the NORTH MOUNTAIN

Guinness here. Uh oh. There are wisps of smoke coming off the NORTH MOUNTAIN. I think it is a smoke signal from Groucho.

I think Groucho is in danger and needs some help getting off the mountain. It is going to have to be a rescue mission.

I climb the mountain. It is the only way. GULP. I find Groucho and it is worse than I feared. He is crumpled in a heap by the stone shelter he was trying to build.

Groucho raises his head. He looks at me like I am some great apparition standing before him. He knows he has been saved.

Look at Groucho. He is starved and dehydrated. I shove food and water down his gullet.

Groucho is starting to come around now. He is happy to see me. He said he was living off a diet of fried squirrel and boiled underpants. He wants to come home now.

With the promise of a warm bed and a hot meal Groucho springs up and starts heading down the mountain.

On the way down he regales me with stultifying tales of the NORTH MOUNTAIN. He shows me all the strange places he has been and tells of the strange mountain folk.

We finally make it down off the mountain. Groucho is tired.

He starts to lag behind. Now I am worried.

Just in time we find Groucho's pimpmobile.

He climbs into his little nook and goes home. That is the end of the adventure on the NORTH MOUNTAIN.