Awhile later, a voice singing off in the distance woke Otto up. “Bob, Bob, hey wake up,” he said, nudging his pal.
Bob heard it too. They looked around and noticed Uncle Weed wasn’t in his sleeping bag or anywhere to be seen. “Should we go find him and see what he’s doing?” Bob wondered.
“No, he’s probably just throwing a whiz or something,” Otto answered.
“Not for that long, c’mon, let’s go find him. We’ll surprise him.”
They could barely make out the words of the song but it was loud enough to find him easily. Uncle Weed was just over a few slickrock hills and through a few dry stream washes.