Another Case of the Random Lump

Once upon a year ago there was a hobo named Frank. He was just sitting in a park one day. The Richmond Park to be exact, and a swarm of beavers came and broke his ankles. They dragged him into the river and waited untill he was good and dead. 

Then they dragged him up through a secret tunnel and into an underground cavern. This cavern is known to us as the random lump. More hobos came to morn Frank and the beavers got them too, before they even knew what was happening. 

The beavers waited and let the hobo flesh get good and rotten, and then they came back and sucked the dead hobo flesh right off the bones. Now more hobos come to morn their dead hobo brethren, and the beavers never run out of hobo flesh. It won't be long before poor Chester is the next to go. 

So if you go down to the park one day and he's not there, well you'll know what happened.

And you be sure to watch out when you visit the random lump or the beavers might mistake you for a hobo. They prefer hobo flesh, but when its all water logged and rotten, who can tell anyway.

-HWY