Cracky had spent a good portion of his life, and all of his death, in Butte but he still had a hard time getting around sometimes. Tonight after everybody had taken off and left him by the college, and then the sun had gone down, he was seriously disoriented. From the Montana Tech campus he got his directions all mixed up and went south until he saw a familiar sight – in this case, it was the Mt. Moriah Cemetery. He knew a couple of grave occupants there who were willing to be patient enough with him that they had helped him in the past, so he sought one of them out and laid down on top of the burial mound. Eventually he found out what route to take to get to the Berkeley Pit from there. He set out due north/northeast, found Shields Avenue, and in due time managed to arrive at the Pit. His goal was to find Mystery Dog.
Once Cracky got to the Pit, Mystery Dog found him. The horrendous looking canine came running up to Cracky with great excitement. So covered in poisonous and toxic material that he put off a dim glow on a mostly moonless night, the wretched dog picked up one of Cracky’s leg bones that had just fallen off, and carried it for him as they went back to where the good-hearted corpse had set up the third and last doghouse for M.D. If anyone had seen them, they would have had to concede that it was a rather touching scene, the glowing radioactive mutt and the gimpy corpse, trundling along together in an obvious spirit of true and simple friendship.
As they walked, Cracky was explaining to Mystery Dog what had happened, or at least giving him the version of it that Cracky’s fragmented brain had registered. The dog appeared to be listening intently as Cracky described his problems with his misplaced eyeballs, the huge angel crashing on the roof of the Volare’, the angry dwarf man in the plaid skirt who had yelled at him and then barked orders to the big angel lady, and how then they all disappeared and left Cracky lying on the ground with his foot bone lodged in a hole. The retelling was distressful for Cracky and, it appeared, for Mystery Dog as well.
After hearing his friends disjointed and perplexing tale, the dog made to leave and head in a westerly direction. Cracky got the idea and followed along. Mystery Dog apparently had some idea where the druid and the angel had taken Cracky’s pal, and the dog had every intention of going over there and sorting things out. Cracky was delighted by this. He wanted his friend back and he wanted to maybe see Mystery Dog bite that ill-tempered, square-headed little man on the leg.
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