I
woke up with a ravenous appetite, for what reason, I have no idea whatsoever.
What made the hunger pangs even more pronounced is that I had a super craving
for pancakes. Why? I have no idea. I tried fighting it off but it was a losing
battle, I just had to have them.
Looking
at the clock, I realized there was no time for me to whip up a batch of
pancakes so I opted for stopping somewhere along the way. It was one of those
days that I’d be doing a lot of traveling so I wasn’t worried about finding a
place to get breakfast.
After
an hour and a half, I couldn’t prolong the agony and had to stop to eat.
Besides, I hadn’t had a coffee and that was one thing I knew I wasn’t going to
go without, not if I wanted to continue being a civilized person. It’s not that
I have intentions of being grumpy when I don’t have morning coffee, it just
seems to develop and grow within until someone looks at me in a way I perceive
to be the “evil eye” or says something that my brain deciphers as being hostile
and the monster rips out of me with a vengeance. I’m getting better but I do
recall one morning that I went into such a rage that I had to run into the
bathroom to make sure I wasn’t foaming at the mouth.
I
pulled into the parking lot of the “Homestyle Diner”. The lot was pretty full
so I reasoned the food was good. After I was seated I hurriedly looked for the
pancake selections and ordered the “Hungry Stack”. The pancakes were delicious but needless to
say, my eyes were way bigger than my stomach because I only managed to finish
two of them and still had a quite a stack to finish. I felt so guilty for
wasting all that food I left a large tip, hoping to divert attention away from
my wastefulness.
I
arrived at the Luray Caverns in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia around three
o’clock in the afternoon. The Caverns are a geological wonder just east of the Allegheny Range of the Appalachian Mountains. I had been called in to see if I could identify
something that had been found by one of the workers while exploring a new
opening discovered in the caverns.
I’m a professor of Paleontology at the University of Maryland and although I
consider myself to be quite knowledgeable in my field, I’m not one of the
renowned experts.
I
love the caverns because they have a wonderful and exciting archaic feel
to them. They reach into the ancient world that modernization can’t measure up
to no matter how hard the attempts. We reached the location deep in a recess in
one of the caverns that is off limits to tourists. The passage was very narrow
but quite passable.
Once
through, we were greeted with a vast opening lit up with soft lighting so as
not to destroy some of the natural inhabitants. I was led to a rock outcrop and
when I glanced up saw two large eyes staring down at me. Truth be told, it was
quite eerie. I have seen many things in my experiences but this was unsettling
at first.
I
slowly looked around and noticed a mirror pool just below the outcrop and
staring at it, I saw the eyes, like that of a ghost staring back and had to
fight off a shiver. Just then, I was asked to get up on the staging that had
been erected to make a closer examination of the creature. The shape of the
eyes and the surrounding head looked to be that of a marsupial, perhaps a
relative of the Australian species.
The
rock around the animal was gritty and I could see that it wouldn’t take much to
extract the animal from its captivity. An hour later, we were all standing
around gazing at the small specimen before us. Because I believe that honor
stems from truth, I informed everyone that I could not expound or identify what
we were observing.
Three
months later, I had the answers. I returned the specimen to the Caverns Museum
with a positive identification. The animal was very rare and had originated in
Mexico. It was an early relative of the Chihuahua. At first, it seemed that no
one believed what I was telling them as they were all astounded by my findings.
But after careful study of my documentation and the animal itself, they all
settled down with acceptance.
However,
one question still remains that I have not had the opportunity to research, and
that is, “How did this tiny dog get from Mexico to Virginia and end up in a
hunk of rock in the Luray Caverns?”
The End
Chelle Munroe©
October 17, 2015
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