Bar-B-Que

We purchased a new portable grill yesterday. I am not convinced we needed one, but it was "suggested" to us that we might. It was suggested (sort of) by Moose, who has never really spoken a word to us. He does talk to scooter, so we knew he was capable of speaking. He says things like "hey Scooter", and "how you doin' today buddy?". And he does wave as he drives by when I am walking the dog on the road, but I sense he is waving to scooter.  Sometime it seems he might have  a chance to talk to us, but then he doesn't. Except for the other night when Darryl was trying to light the grill,from which there were several unassuming "poofs" in a row  accompanied by some small (o.k. LARGE) flames. Moose was coming back to his camper at the time. He stopped, looked at Darryl and said "whada ya tryin' to do? Blow us all up?". That was it. He went into his camper without another word. Darryl and I looked at each other without ANY words. We slinked back into our camper and ate peanut butter sandwiches. The next morning we realized if our chicken breasts from the night before had any hope of having the glorious grilled ending they aspired to we would need a new grill. So I trekked into town and purchased a poof proof, flame proof and moose proof table top bar-b-que. And so far, I haven't heard a (bad) word about it. Grilled chicken tonight!