An anthropologist was assigned to Borneo, where he found a guide with a
canoe to take him up the river to the remote site he where he would
make his collections. At noon on the second day of travel up the river
they began to hear drums. What are those drums? asked the
anthropologist, knowing he was in cannibal country.
The guide turned to him and said No worry. Drums OK, but very bad when
they stop.
They both went ghostly pale when the drums suddenly stopped.
The guide crouched in the belly of the canoe and covered his ears.
Do as I do! Very important! hissed the guide with great urgency.
Why? What does this mean? asked the panicked anthropologist.
In a terrified whisper the guide replied: Drums stop! Next come guitar
solo!
canoe to take him up the river to the remote site he where he would
make his collections. At noon on the second day of travel up the river
they began to hear drums. What are those drums? asked the
anthropologist, knowing he was in cannibal country.
The guide turned to him and said No worry. Drums OK, but very bad when
they stop.
They both went ghostly pale when the drums suddenly stopped.
The guide crouched in the belly of the canoe and covered his ears.
Do as I do! Very important! hissed the guide with great urgency.
Why? What does this mean? asked the panicked anthropologist.
In a terrified whisper the guide replied: Drums stop! Next come guitar
solo!
