The Journey To HR, Part 80!

The mushy sounds continued.

Intrigued and now just wanting to know, we looked at the bed.

The old man and the ape were both sitting up in the bed.

Both were eating large bowls of Mr. T cereal while reading old copies of Grit.

Every now and then one or the other would point at something in the newspaper and they would both start laughing, little bis of Mr. T spraying out of their mouths.

When they were finally done with their cereal, they gently folded up their copy of Grit and tossed it on the floor.

The old man continued with his three-prong pointing.

The ape hopped out of the bed and came back to me, and grasped my hand even tighter than before.

“You threw up at your brother’s birthday!” exclaimed the old man.

Old memories came back to me.

“Yes,” I said. “After eating the soup!”

The old man nodded.

“I wasn’t feeling well,” I said.

“LIAR!” yelled the old man, quite powerfully.

He leapt out of the bed and quickly walked towards me.

“Wait,” I said. “Does Mr. T cereal really work?”

“YES!” he yelled.

“Well, I’ll be. Imagine that!” I said as I started to walk backwards, away from the advancing man.

He picked up a hoe and continued advancing, swinging it wildly.

I backed into a wall.

The hoe connected with my head.

I went down, dragging the ape with me.

I closed my eyes.

The whooshing sound began again.