Editors Note: Little is known about our intrepid reporters, Bob and Weave. When quizzed about their past both are reluctant to respond. The following account was pieced together from newspaper accounts, court records, and extensive interviews of Bob and Weave's friends and family. Quite frankly we find it hard to believe, although (as far as you know) it can not be disproved.

Bob was raised in a barn on the east slope of Dancing Bear Mountain, Georgia by his adopted parents, James "Daddy Jim" Hunter and Martha Garcia. Mr. Hunter found Bob one cold January morning in the stall with his best mule, Buck. The year was 1968. Bob appeared to be seven or eight years of age when he was discovered, hunkered down in the hay, naked as a jaybird, sleeping peacefully. The boy lacked all of the social graces and seemed more accustomed to the company of wild animals than that of decent folk. All attempts to civilize the boy, christened Robert Garcia Hunter by his adopted mother, met with total failure and the boy lived in the barn for the next ten years. Of Bob's life before this, nothing is known.

Bob's life changed one summer afternoon while, grubbing for wild berries, he happened upon the first love of his life, Annabell Flowers. Annabell was a sturdy but plain girl of sixteen described by Mr. Hunter as "pretty like a possum." To Bob, she was the most beautiful creature alive. Although the girl fled in terror from the wild, filthy youth, Bob came away from the encounter determined to become civilized and win the love of young Annabell. Bob moved out of the barn and into the Hunter's house. He even went as far as to bathe regularly and sport clean underwear.