The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event.
Troy looked up from his phone, “What is it?”
This was George’s chance to finally connect with his tween Grandson. He wasn’t enjoying this outing to the Natural History Museum as much as he hoped.
Troy looked backed down to Facebook.
George began, “Long ago, ancient coming of age boys would run naked through the forest with soda cans tied around their waist.”
Still looking down -flicking that thumb.
He continued, “Goats have a natural affinity for eating aluminum so they would release hundreds of them to give chase to the boys.”
Nothing. Flick, flick.
“The first one to get a chunk bitten out of his ass became the Tribal Elder.”
“See?”
With that Troy looked up to see his Grandpa’s weathered butt cheek. A piece was missing that had been used as a skin graft from an accident in his twenties.
“Ah! Grandpa that is so gross,” but he couldn’t contain his laughter. He quickly slipped his phone back into his pocket.