On QANTAS stewardess Elaine's lovely lips, the Aussie accent was beautiful and irresistible when she asked for a lift farther into the park.
As we rode, she asked me what little creature left droppings oh, so big at the mouth of its burrow. I couldn't think of any � was completely mystified.
Back at that camp ground a day or so later, I noticed what she must've been referring-to � just a couple of feet in front of where she'd pitched her tent, a parka squirrel's burrow with a pile of moose marbles at the entrance.
Whatcha reckon scientists would make of that juxtaposition, centuries hence?
