"This True Story Was First Told Around a Campfire"

TRUE CAMPFIRE STORY #1

THE OLD CRICKET

The other evening I heard this crunching noise, sorta like scraping toast, just outside my back door. I went outside with a flashlight to investigate. Finally, I found the source of this awful sound. There was this huge old cricket between the back door and the doormat.

The cricket was just scraping and scraping!

I asked, "Why are you making such a funny sound when crickets usually play a variety of beautiful melodies with rich lovely sounds."  The cricket said, "My chirper is broken."

"Can it be fixed?" I inquired. He said, "No, we don't have chirper doctors."

I wondered why they do all this chirping in the first place and asked, "Why do you crickets chirp?"

"Well, we're trying to have the girls find us.” he replied.

"Oh, I wonder which songs they like the most?", I asked, and he quizzically responded, "Gee, I'm not sure; I never did have a girl find me."

"Yes, but you must know which songs were played by the crickets that got the girls.", I suggested. Again, despondently he stated, "Gosh, I'm sure I've never seen any of the other guys get a girl."

Quite sure that I had him in a corner, I smugly announced, "Ok, ok, then how do you know that your chirping attracts the girls?"

I think he smiled and said, " Well, we sure got lots of crickets!"

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