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A transendental digression
Abercrombie, a grizzly ex-Marine,
drank his share of single malt Scotch. His health began to fail
and suddenly he was gone. He'd always said that his greatest
fear--as if he was a Buddhist and not raised as a Catholic--would
be that he would come back as a Petén horse, a pitiful
fate for any creature to suffer.
Rick returned to the jungle a few weeks after John's passing and found that this colt was born about the right time. "Abercrombie, is that you?" Rick swears this beast winked. |