Except from a Hunting Shack
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[Sound of hinges squeaking]
"Oh my gosh, it's...it's empty. Completely cleaned out!"
"God bless you, Andy, but why couldn't you have just locked the God-bless-ed door?!"
"I'm sorry, Amos, but who could have predicted this? Our shack has been here on the edge of these woods for decades, and nobody's ever bothered it before. That someone would come to it and decide to take our supplies? Come on, who would ever have guessed?"
"You're....[a sigh] No, you're right. I'm sorry. I never locked it either. I'm just...I mean, why would anyone even take that old junk?"
"Well, I mean, I know cast iron has gotten popular again among city folk. I can't explain the rest of it, though."
"The chairs, the blankets? City folk wouldn't care about that."
[Approximately six seconds of silence]
"I'm real sorry, Amos. I know that was the blanket your Gran knitted you."
"It was. That's what hurts most, I think. They don't even know what they've got, what it costs. The rest can be replaced, but...that hurts."
"I tell you what. Elma knows the people who run the pawn shop in Fogelsville. I think I've got a picture from last season or two of you with the blanket wrapped around you. We'll spread it around, let people know we just want the blanket back, no questions asked. See if we can get lucky."
"I...I appreciate that, Andy. That's real fine of you. You're a good friend."
[Approximately four seconds of silence]
"D'ya ever wonder what's coming of this world? Like, even out here in the small towns, we're seeing more crime. Did'ja know Terrance told me he's found evidence somebody's been stealing into the stores on Main Street. Not taking anything that will be missed, he said, but still, what kinda weirdo sneaks into other people's stores and homes, like some kinda pervert?"
"Well, Pastor says we're in the end days, so I guess it's only to be expected. ...Anyway, come on, we can't use the hut like this. We'll have to restock supplies, and we might as well get Elma working on spreading that picture."
"Yeah, fair enough. Let's go."
[Sound of hinges squeaking]
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