Hello, Boyds folks. (Hi!) Reggie and I went on a trek this weekend. (Yes we did.) We went to Michelle's Gifts in Spring, Texas. And Reggie has compiled our voyage into a medieval tale. So from this point on it is Reggie's tale. (Thank you Bill.)

DAY 1
On a sunny day we set out on foot… (REGGGIE!!!) In Bill's Cavalier. We were traveling to the lost city of Shangboyd-La. Now Shangboyd-la, as many of you may know is Swahili for the "city of many Boyds". Little did we know how true that was?

DAY 1.5
Well after we pack our gear, and stowed it on my friend (and mode of transportation) P. Gallery Trunkster, for the long trek. We set out. The fifty-six miles were through harsh concrete jungles, and thousands upon thousands of FAST FOOD JOINTS! It was horrible, just horrible. The nice people at the Yahoo Map store provided our map. I was sure that they knew the way, as they had known so many times before.

After the first day, we stopped and setup camp at the nice (but very Boyd lacking) Hallmark. I barley slept that night. For I knew that Shangboyd-La laid over the next few horizons, and the anticipation was intense. If I did not contain myself, I would be regretting it for the rest of the journey. Since I only packed one pair of pants.

DAY 2
We set out early. Even before Saturday morning cartoons! The vehicle started to fill with noise... I looked up and down and all around. I found the jingle that was surrounding me. Abdul Dunesworthy had stowed away. He was singing, "I've been through the city on a camel with a name. It felt good to be out of the house. In the Hallmark, they can't remember your name. Because there ain't no one to fill out your name! LA LA la lala la la la la..." I thought it was catchy.

We on the very next hill we saw it. It was next to a lemonade stand. No really and they sell corn too. And good root beer floats. Shangboyd-La! It had a bright glow; so much I had to cover Bill's eyes.

Day 2.5
We entered the foreign city. Yet, it was familiar. Boyds on the ceiling, Boyds on the walls... (Singing) Boyds at suppertime. You can have Boyds anytime... It was catchy. We were greeted by the high priestess. (Hi!) Hey. She informed us that we had missed the great ones festival only thirty days before. We were disappointed. (Awe man.) She allowed us to tour the city of our own free will. We purchased many souvenirs from the gift shop. The high priestess (Mikky) said we had been spoke of during the festival of the great bean. Many had wondered on our location and that we would be along soon. Well we feasted with the high priestess and all was well.

Day 3
We awoke to the sounds of happiness (and a lemonade) and bid farewell to the priestess. She handed us balloons and a really nice laminated poster. (Top of the line) And wished us well.

Epilogue
I hope to visit Shangboyd-La again. It was a mystical place. In all of my years I hadn't hoped to dream of a place so Boydiful and full of groovy ness. Do I dare hope to return? Yep.

-Bill & Reggie Foxworthy :o)