Dukey listened to his friend talk about the tree and said as he walked over to it, "you found a tree with a peel...? Maybe it's a banana tree..." He shrugged and stopped at the marked trunk, seeing clearly with his own eyes, the letters 'P' and 'L', followed by 'rivate' and 'and', respectively. "I, uhh...don't think this is Pete and Lisa's tree, Bubba. This here sign says 'Private Land'. At least we know we're still near civilization."<br/><br/>He scratched his chin, wondering whose land they were on, and headed off after Marcel toward the truck. He climbed in, and glanced at the fuel gauge. "Shoot, Bubba...they got these letters outta order, here. 'E' comes before 'F' in the dictionary. And the line's pointin' at 'F'. I guess we're good to go, huh?" He cranked the ignition, and got no response. Tried again, still nothing. He looked closer at the gauge and noticed the bottom line on the 'E' had been rubbed off, and a new line added to the bottom of the 'F' was inked in. He slapped his forehead and sighed. Now was not the time for his dyslexia to kick in.<br/><br/>"Umm, Marcel? Marcel! We got a problem, here. I think your truck's outta gas, man." He noticed it was parked on a dirt road, leading in one direction. He silently thanked the Good Lord for that bit of luck, and said, "we need to push it." He got out and went around to the back, grabbed under the rear bumper and put all his weight into moving the vehicle, wondering why Marcell wasn't helping. He stood up and saw his friend at the front of the truck, doing the same thing.