Back in the mid '60's when I was shooting for a living I awoke one morning to find my camp completely cut off by a raging flood. As it was the end of the month I was due to go out on a supply run. Bacon, eggs and beans for breakfast and that was my tucker gone! I spent two days sharing a 50lb bag of Tux biscuits with my dogs until the water dropped far enough to expose the flying fox that was normally 8 feet above the river. Just like chocolate wheatens without the chocolate as M101a1 has commented!
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