Epilogue

The Plague known as Bad Odore was last smelt entering the
distant strange land of O-hi-O, a place where long ago, BO
had attained some success. There, hat in hand, he sought asylum.

But the O-hi-Os knew Bad Odor for the sly, stinking scoundrel
that he was, and they did not trust him, for he had battled them
many times in the past.

So they placed BO at House Arrest, a huge POW detention
facility also known as O-hi-O State Stadium.

There, as his only diversion, he was allowed to join the other inmates,
tens of thousands of them, on cool crisp autumn afternoons, to
witness the Foot War Games.

Except for the last, and biggest, Foot War Game of each season,
versus despised Mee-See-Gun. Bad Odor was locked up in the
subterranean cellars for that one, for his stench surely would wilt
even the roses.

On those days, passers-by would sometimes hear a lone, gruff voice,
plaintively mumbling a simple little war song.

Something about "Hail to the victors valiant..."

But most times, he couldn't be heard, for he was drowned out
by the hope-filled song of the returned turtle.

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