Joe The Invisible Lamb Towel

The story behind Joe is an odd one...actually, its just that we found some cool animals the 
cleaning staff had made from towels, and we foudn something to be silly as hell about for the 
rest of our high school days remembering Joe. But Im running in circles.

Returning to our rooms after dinner, I believe, we were amazed and profoundly f*cked up to find
some kind of towel animal hanging from the air conditiong duct! Laughing through our words, you 
would hear things like "Uhh...okay.." and "Uhh...okay...what is that?"

 After some deliberation, we decided that his name was Joe, and he was a lamb towel. 
Okay, great, where did he come from? We're on a boat here, he couldnt have just gotten on, so 
he's been here the whole time, runnin around. So why havent we seen him? Clue one: He's hanging 
from the air conditioning ductwork, so thats obviously how he gets around. He runs Guerrilla 
invasion and reconnaissance missions in the rooms by dropping down from the air ducts, 007 
style, and getting what he needs, then right back up with no trace left. 

Obviously, this guys invisible too. Don't ask for the logic behind it, we don't need any.

So, as a matter of deduction, we walked in on Joe while he was in the middle of his operation in 
the room, which is why we caught him visible...his powers of invisibility dont work when he's in
the middle of an operation. We figured he was a possible future ally, and let him go about his 
business. We didnt figure we'd never see him again, and were once again shocked when we came 
back from being out on one of the Bahamian islands(sh*tholes of the earth, every one of them, 
except for the one where all the hollywood stars have houses, but none of us peons can go there.)
 Anyway, we came back, and found Joe dead. Sprawled across my bed...poisened, crushed, starched 
or something. Alas, I took a final memorial photo, and left him to the fates.

It wasnt until the trip was over, and we were stowed away ont eh bus, ready to make our way back
to the airport when I spied Joe tucked neatly into the overhead compartment, hiding within the 
luggage. I motioned to A. Nash so he would know...Joe had successfully faked his own death on 
the boat, and was now free to roam the United States doing his covert spy business. We may never
see him again, but we will always remember him for his silent friendliness, calm bravery, and 
sense of humor, for he had lots of practical jokes ready, such as putting some of his personal 
stash in the air duct and getting us all high during a poker game without knowing about it.

Joe The Invisible Lamb Towel, here's to you.











<knock knock>
"Who's There?"
'Housekeeping! You want towel? You want..pillow? You want...Invisible Lamb Towel?"