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Tasty Snacks

Frank wondered if the cannibalistic Bungo-Bungo Tribe really existed. He headed to Gavooloo Island to investigate.

Hacking his way through jungle thickets, he found a cave. It seemed the perfect place to spend the night.

After making a fire, he heard dogs barking wildly. Dogs meant people. People meant Bungo-Bungo tribesmen. He put out the fire, scrunched into the far recesses of the cave, and waited.

Frank didnít know about the caveís other entrance. The whack to his head came as a surprise.

He woke inside a pot. A fire blazed beneath.

"I have herpes, syphilis, leprosy," he hollered. "Iíll taste lousy. Besides, cannibalism causes madness and tribal extinction."

They didnít understand English.

Frank became 30 gallons of chunky soup, 150 patties, 28 pounds of jerky, and 500 sausages. This was sold at tribal-owned, franchised, jungle snack stands.

Turns out the Bungo-Bungos arenít cannibals. But the surrounding tribes are.

Bungo-Bungos are industrious entrepreneurs, meeting the demands of hungry customers.

Story by:

Michael A. Kechula

m.kechula@att.net

submitted at 4:06am

17 May 2009

Michael's stories have been published by 107 magazines and 30 anthologies.