Andy and Tim had been lost in the desert for weeks, and they were at death's door. As they stumbled on, hoping for salvation in the form of an oasis or something similar, they suddenly spotted, through the heat's haze, a tree off in the distance.
As they got closer, they could see that the tree was draped with strip after strip of bacon.
There was smoked bacon, crispy bacon, life-giving juicy nearly-raw bacon—all sorts. "My goodness, Tim," cries Andy, "It's a bacon tree! We're saved!"
"You're right!" replies Tim, who started running on ahead right up to the tree, salivating at the prospect of food.
But as he gets to within five feet of the tree, there was the sound of machine gun fire, and he was wounded in a hail of bullets.
Andy quickly dropped down on the sand, and called across to his the inhured friend.
"Tim, Tim! What happened?"
"Arrrgh... it wasn't a bacon tree, it was a Ham Bush."
As they got closer, they could see that the tree was draped with strip after strip of bacon.
There was smoked bacon, crispy bacon, life-giving juicy nearly-raw bacon—all sorts. "My goodness, Tim," cries Andy, "It's a bacon tree! We're saved!"
"You're right!" replies Tim, who started running on ahead right up to the tree, salivating at the prospect of food.
But as he gets to within five feet of the tree, there was the sound of machine gun fire, and he was wounded in a hail of bullets.
Andy quickly dropped down on the sand, and called across to his the inhured friend.
"Tim, Tim! What happened?"
"Arrrgh... it wasn't a bacon tree, it was a Ham Bush."