The Stainless Steel one that is completely out of character for the Lost Forest kitchen??

Why do they have to be quiet?  They are inside!  And what is this “theory” that Mark is trying to “test?”  That Large Carnivorous Mammals eat the muscles of other mammals??

And I am not sure I have ever seen a ham with the Femur extending quite like that, but who knows how they butcher meat in northern Georgia?  Probably lovingly cured in their own smokehouse after slaughtering a hog from a local farmer…  We never get to see how the food actually gets onto the Lost Forest table… this is as close as we have ever come to that!

Well, almost…

Cool as a cucumber, (at least not one out in the garden on a hot summer day…) Mark gets all scienc-ey and “tests a theory” that if you don’t threaten a tiger, it won’t charge you…  Apparently this worked, at least as far as him turning around on the porch and getting back through the front door…  Is this the return of Richard Parker from Life of Pi fame??  It was a book, too… which I recommend over the movie…  But no doubt this is a remnant from the circus train… the only problem being that if this is a circus of any renown, this isn’t the only large cat roaming the Preserve…

And what will Mark have Cherry-Honey do?  She’s got a “bad feeling” that something isn’t quite right, judging by the look on her face…

What does Mark see that has him gobsmacked in the last panel?

It couldn’t simply be an exotic animal… it has to be the vision of someone who has risen from the dead!!  Recall that Dirty “Didn’t make it” after getting his burnt-up ass hauled to the hospital in the Rhino-horn caper…

But maybe it is just the black bear in a tutu…  But is that sight giving Mark a PTSD moment from the time that a Black Bear with an illegal-trap-injured paw had him treed and worse?

Whatever it is, we can all hopefully be thankful that this little “episode” can move on to the next chapter in which “Mark Realizes he’s been wrong all the time, but can’t bring himself to apologize to anyone…” Stay tuned!!

…if I were the bear in the first panel…  I mean, what the %$#^&?!

It appears that Dusty is as humorless and devoid of imagination and possibilities as Mark and Cherry are… Boy won’t he be surprised when it turns out that the woods are chock-full of surprises!!

I think by now we can assume that it IS the exodus from the Tingling Brothers circus train we are witnessing.  Funny thing, we have some history right in our own backyard- That is if you live in Wisconsin or Minnesota- the Circus World Museum is in Baraboo, WI, just west of Madison.

From the wiki:

Circus World Museum is located in Baraboo, Wisconsin, because Baraboo was home to the Ringling Brothers. It was from Baraboo in 1884 that the Ringling Brothers Circus began their first tour as a circus. Over six seasons, the circus expanded from a wagon show to a railroad show with 225 employees, touring cities across the United States each summer. Baraboo remained the circus’s headquarters and wintering grounds until 1918, when the Ringling Brothers Circus combined with the Barnum and Bailey Circus, which the Ringling Brothers had bought out in 1908. The combined entity, Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus, was successful until 2017 when it took its final bow on Sunday May 21, 2017, at Long Island City in New York state.

I get that everything has its run… and apparently there is no room for the Circus in today’s world.  Except perhaps in books:  Sara Gruen’s Water for Elephants and John Irving’s A Son of the Circus immediately came to mind.

OK, the world is certainly going to stop spinning now…  Human sacrifice!  Dogs and cats living together!  Mass hysteria!!

And in panel 3, it looks like Cherry has aged significantly!!  Her picture in the attic, collecting wrinkles over the years, is no match for this rift, this falling out between Doc Davis and his coffee!!  Cheer up Doc!  Mark “The Decider” will no doubt return with a verdict in your favor, and you can go back to getting hopped up on caffeine!

How long have we been going on about the existence of exotic, if not invasive, species on the grounds of Lost Forest?  Oh, I know… exactly a month…  Human-time 30 days equivalent to 10 minutes Trail-time…

In that time, Rusty has been browbeaten, Doc has been accused of imbibing and insanity, Shannon and Kathy have been terrorized, and Frank gave of his dreams of catching the big one whilst collecting sick-pay…  And all Mark can say is “I’ll go outside and take a look around?”  With a look on his face that reflects something between resignation and ennui, and Cherry ready to refill the coffee cups…  Doc needs to remind his daughter and freeloading son-in-law that he’s the one providing the roof over everyone’s head and he needs to be shown a little more respect!!

Remember Ranger Dusty?  Cherry’s call for help when Mark didn’t come home that night??

Apparently, Dusty is no friend of Doc’s anymore!  Not after being accused of insanity or other improprieties…

That’s right!! Doc is a Tee-damn-totaler!  Coffee, black is the strongest thing he ever puts past his gums!!  And as Rusty (rhymes with Dusty) has been lurking just off (below?) camera, he sees his opportunity to pop his head up out of his hole and offer up his giraffe story again…  What?  Is Mark going to have to get out his switch and beat some sense into these people??

Speaking of switches, I noticed that former Viking running back and face-of-the-franchise Adrian Peterson is in a bunch of Financial hot water!  Regular readers know that I am not a fan of this team, and this guy, in particular, has always galled me.  And I predict that he will soon be on the rubbish heap of athletes who have earned 10’s if not 100’s of millions of dollars through playing and endorsements only to find their way to the bankruptcy court…  Why a bank would make a high six-figure loan to a guy using his contract (with no guarantees) as security is beyond me!  And the fact the Peterson’s Eden Prairie, MN home (one of 5 or six he “owns”) already has two mortgages on it comes as no surprise whatsoever… Just like the people featured “My 600 lb Life,” someone has to be abetting this behavior- someone has to be bringing the food into the house!!

OK, we get the joke.  It took an entire (two?) week(s) to tell it!!

But seriously.  What is that perched on the Magnolia branch overlooking Lost Forest?  At first I’d say Eagle or some kind of Raptor, but look at the bill… It’s almost Toucan-like… Is there some kind of Genetic Engineering going on the stables?

Now we find ourselves, ABR (All But Rusty, the natural state,) out on the Porch continuing to listen in on Doc’s conversation…

But isn’t it know in these parts that Doc is a teetotaler?  Pretty sure he never touches the stuff… but then one never knows what goes on behind closed doors… heck, with all that space, they could easily be shining… At least that would explain where they get the money to sustain what appears to be a life of perpetual leisure…

And as Mark and Cherry listen in on Doc’s conversation, we see them decked out in L.L. Bean’s finest… Cherry in the Women’s Premium Double L Polo in Cardinal Red, Mark in the Men’s Signature 1933 Chamois Cloth Shirt, slim fit…  You, too can dress and look like Cherry and Mark, gang, but get yours quick!  They are going like hotcakes!!

Aren’t the Trail/ Davises the law in these parts?  Wouldn’t authorities be calling them if they were the ones to spy these interlopers, especially of the four-legged and winged variety??

So as Doc describes a Seussian scene right out of Mulberry Street to some unnamed authority, we have to ask this question:  How long with this scene be milked in the name of (ahem) sustaining a daily commitment to fill the paper with a storyline that will continue to beguile and intrigue??  That is the hallmark of the Allen regime… No idea is banal enough to not let it play out for weeks into months, all in the name of not having to compose and follow an actual plot line…

And Mark!  What’s all this then?  Lost Forest used to be a sanctuary where you could return from your exploits, tell your tales, lick your wounds and recharge your batteries…  You are being invaded my friend!  And let me remind us all of the way that Mark has suffered at the hands of James Allen from the get-go!  From day one under this sadistic pen, Allen had Mark, with a separated shoulder, treed by a bear and forced to spend the night there!

And thanks, Mark for bringing up that awful memory of the Dinosaur Dream!  That was the day I was supposed to go fishing…  although there wasn’t any actual footage of the same…  Supposedly I caught more fish than you did… That was back in the Elrod days…

But now the shamed and emotionally thrashed Rusty is turning to exhibit ‘A’ … the apples…  as Mark looks on in disbelief.  Even Ol’ Andy is getting in on the caper!

What, you go out to pick some apples for your breakfast and you fall asleep?  I think there’s something seriously wrong, here!  You been digging into Doc’s Medicine Cabinet again??  You know that those pills are for animals, right, Rusty??

And yes, we remembered the Dinosaurs…  At least a week ago…

At least Mark has a smile on his face…