Dangerous Trails

Several hikers--outfitted identically in khaki shorts and shirts, wool socks, leather boots (with very rugged soles) and walking sticks--stride purposefully down the trail.

"I'm hungry, who brought the granola?"

"Craig has it."

"No I don't. Chelsea was supposed to bring it."

"Was not!"

"It's not important who was supposed to bring it. What is important is, Who did bring it?"

After a long silence...

"Oh great, no granola!"

"Does anybody have anything to eat?"

After a short silence...

"I have a little trail-mix."

"Great. Give it here."

"No I want it."

"It's mine"

"You have to share. Pass it over."

"No, me first."

It continues like this for quite some time.

...

Eventually, having no granola, the hikers fight over the single bag of trail-mix.

The action is fast and furious.

Fueled my several helpings of granola (which they each consumed at breakfast), the hikers fight long and hard.

Boots are flying.

Khaki is tearing.

Knapsacks are being carelessly dropped and left to lie where they fall, their contents spilling onto the Well Marked Trail.

...

During the scrum, a sack of trail-mix spills from a forest green knapsack.

The hikers, driven into a blood-fury, fail to notice the Inconspicuous Sack, on the Well Marked Trail.

Seizing their opportunity to escape from the Ravenous Hikers, the trail-mix conceals itself in the woods.

...

Hours later, a bag of trail-mix--containing two peanuts, a cashew, three raisins, five sunflower seeds and an Oaten Cluster--roar with laughter, for they have rarely seen such silly shenanigans.