The Legend of the Beast Traditional Cache
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Located in Friendship Park on Binz-Engleman Rd. This park has all you could ask for with a theater, baseball diamonds, a playground, room to roam, scouting heritage, and a few geocaches.
The second installment of the Sandlot mini-series:
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Wendy Peffercorn: GC5VQ1F
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Congrats to Seabee and Tex65 on completing all three first
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The legend of The Beast goes back a long time. Before any of us could even pick up a baseball. Back to a place called Mertle's Acres. It all started about, mmm, 27 years ago, when thieves kept stealing junk from Mertle's Acres junkyard. So Mr. Mertle, the guy that used to own the place, got him this new pup from the dog pound. He fed him whole sides of beef, and turned the pup loose in the junkyard. And the pup was grateful. And so, in a few weeks, the pup grew into The Beast. And he grew big, and he grew mean, so that he could protect the junkyard with only one thing on his mind: to kill everyone that broke in. And he did, and he liked it a lot! The Beast was the most perfect junkyard dog that ever lived. A true killing machine. But after a while, the cops started getting phone calls from people, reporting all the missing thieves, the ones The Beast had killed. It added up to about…guys, it's true! They never found a single body. Not one. Some people say they all got away. But we all know what really happened. The Beast ate them. He ate them bone and all. The Beast was too good at his guard dog job, so the police said he had to be retired. My grandpa, Squidman Palledorous, was police chief back then. He ordered Mr. Mertle to turn his backyard into a fortress, and chain up The Beast and put him under the house, where he could never get out to eat children and stuff. That's where he's been for years. And that's where he'll be for the rest of his life. Because Mr. Mertle asked the cops how long he had to keep The Beast chained up like a slave, they said until forever. Forever. Forever. Forever. Forever. Forever.
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