Mango, a rather small Indian man

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70. "Heh," Mango guffawed...

"I really like that Zar fellow.....even if he has stolen our last beer-ski! HA!...But just up the hill a ways is another lil place that would be glad to package up some homemade brew for us that I know you will enjoy!"

"Oh, good!"

And that Weevy Greevy was a curious fellow indeed. Mango found himself admiring his silvery locks hoping that when his hair began to whiten, that it would look as good. And as this thought entered his head...he wondered if the ashwanda that had befallen him previously had given him a few gay attributes?? ..HAHAHAHA! Mango laughed to himself...and then NAAAAAAAA!

" What, what? You must share your private joke, my friend!"

" No, No, it's totally silly!...No, my friend, Listen...I have been curious for some time...You were THERE!...What was it like to be so close to really and truly, at that time...The Center Of The Universe!"???

As they were just about to be merely yards away from Shuni's microbrewery...Mango began skipping like a young child approaching a toy store!...

As the curvy waitress bagged their order of Calhoun's Caboose,a name that most would certainly think originated in some southern US state, the two friends decided to take a load off and plopped down upon the outdoor cafe stools.

" Ahhh...Mango, my friend..are you asking me about Woodspock?"

"HEHEHEHEHE! Most assuredly!..."

Popping open a really artic one, Weevy Greevy slammed down a most glorious gulp, let out a n
ahhhh, and sighed with a distant dreamy look capturing his face.