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Now the sun and the sand were treacherously hot
    and not a place for Man or a Beast.
As you must be audaciously quick to find a good spot
    or you will number among the desert's deceased.

A pair of young Vultures named Rufus and Bill
    had found shade beneath the land's only tree.
And from there they could watch from high on a hill
    for their next meal they hoped soon to see.

Now Rufus was smarter than most other birds
    while Bill was as dumb as a post.
Where Rufus could express with all sorts of words,
    poor Bill was hard pressed to deal with toast.

The Vultures had met on a clear sunny day
    after Bill thought a car was a fine morning snack.
Rufus helped him recover and asked him to stay
    to become his friend and prevent further attacks.

Bill had gone and done the stupidest thing
    a Vulture can do when trying to unwind.
He had fallen from the only tree and broken his wing
    when the Macarena had entered his mind.

They sat on the ground with Bill unable to fly
    where he brooded in an anguish of sadness and fear.
Which drove Rufus to claim, 'You're such a miserable guy,
    we should do something to soften your tears.'

'Let's go for a walk which should improve how you feel
    with a little exercise to stretch out your feet.
And we might get extremely lucky to find our next meal
    from a creature we should happen to meet.'

Now the weather had turned cool with a smattering of rain
    when the came upon a very large nest.
Which contained such a thing they could hardly explain
     and to its purpose could hardly express.

The thing was not even square nor not even round
    but a shape that seemed oddly obtuse.
And since they were there by the nest with no one around
    they were intrigued to ponder its use.

Rufus as usual wished to show he was smart
    and proudly told Bill in a boast.
'I think I have known right from the start,
    It's a place to store what you value the most.'

'I'm not so sure,' said Bill who was not surprisingly swift,
    'Because I once knew a Lady with such a nest in the ground.
And when she presented her boyfriend with just such a gift
    he quickly packed his bags and never was found.'

'That doesn't make sense,' said Rufus with quiet distain.
    'It's probably just a package of much needed tech.
And when the owner returns they will find it likely contains
    something delivered by truck from Fed Ex.'

They continued their walk and traveled a span
    to a point in a westerly direction.
Where they happened upon a very unlucky young Man
    who was clearly befuddled... by his lack of cellphone reception.

Without the help from his phone the Man was traveling blind
    unsure of what he should do.
He pleaded with the Vultures as he was going out of his mind
    and as to where he was standing... he hadn't a clue.

Rufus took the Man's phone and flew all around
    in the hope upon reaching the stars.
The phone would gain power but nothing was found
    as it continued not to display any bars.

'We know of your strife but be of good cheer,'
    said Rufus to soften the blow.
'We know of a town and will guide till you're clear
    and put an end to your misery and woe.'

The Man was a bit skeptical and in a world of waste
    with no help or use from his phone.
'I know about Vultures and you will desire a taste
    when you feast and pick at my bones.'

Rufus was taken a back, 'You are sadly informed
    for it is known we Vultures are remarkably kind.
And we go to great lengths and always attempt to perform
    when a creature's misfortune and life should unwind.'

'I think it best to travel in a southerly direction
    to find a town to best serve your needs.
Where you can obtain water and a Doctor's attention
    and your well-being will be our daily good deed.'

The Vultures marched merrily along and were interested to find
    that the Man's stamina was not very good.
And with the heat of the day he was falling slowly behind
    so they waited as any good Samaritan should.

The Man drudged along and was feeling exceedingly weak
    and was getting worse with each passing hour.
While the sands and the hills were menacingly bleak,
    he was quickly coming to the end of his power.

The Man fell to his knees and told Rufus and Bill,
    'I am done and will die on this spot.
I cannot go on as I've taken my fill
    with the sun and the sand so astonishingly hot.'

Rufus replied, 'You must go on and continue the fight
    as the town lies just over the hill.
So all that is needed to lesson your plight
    is a smidgen of endurance and will.'

The Man grudgingly knew that Rufus was right
    so rose up and staggered to the dune's mighty peak.
And looked on in wonder at a beautiful sight
    which was a town that lay at his feet.

The Man thanked the two Vultures and bade them goodbye
    as he was thirsty so his pace had to quicken.
But they still had his phone and with Bill unable to fly
    Rufus was ordering some Kentucky Fried Chicken.

Now if you're confused in the desert and all hope is lost
     and you stumble on a Vulture or two.
Take from this story and consider the cost
     because nothing I've said will come true.

                             The End


*For those who might be interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every second day.
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