Gazelle of Flaming Flatulance

It was 1989...an African Safari Hunt gone wrong...

Chuck breathed in the crisp, fresh morning air. The sun rose over the African Savannah, slowly illuminating the small camp made up of the brave and determined men. A rustling sound broke Chuck's intense concentration on the radiant red-orange rays of the sun and he instinctively readied his gun as he turned. His fear was unnecessary. It was merely Vick,  the second member of the hunting party, emerging from his…