Charles looked over the barren, desolate plain as the sun slowly set. He knew he wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight. Too many foot prints. There was blood in the air. He just hoped Linus was having more luck at his end. Snoopy grumbled anxiously at his feet. He knew it was time to move on. He hoisted his worn and mangled pack higher on his back, squared his shoulders and took a deep breath.
“Good grief,” he sighed.