Ergo, the Ogre

Today’s is Photo Challenge #230 over at the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Blog. The writing prompt is the image below.

“Dang Pa,” Mervin said. “Whaddaya make o’ that?”

“I don’t rightly know, son.” Pa ran his hand over his chin and beard. “Ain’t never seen nothin’ like it.”

“Reckon it’s a Harvest Moon?” Billy-Ray asked.

“I dunno, Billy-Ray,” Pa replied. “I’ve seen some big ‘uns, but never nuthin’ that dadgum big!”

“Well, the way I see it,” Mervin began. “This is our big chance.”

“Big chance fer whut?” Billy-Ray asked.

“Gimmee yer knife an’ I’ll show ya!”

Billy-Ray dug in his jeans for his pocket knife. He blew the lint off of it before handing it to Mervin. “Whatcha gonna do?”

Mervin slowly advanced toward the glimmering orb.

“You gonna stab it, son?” Pa asked. “What fer?”

“Shhhh! I ain’t gonna stab it.”

“Well, whut then?” Billy-Ray asked.

“I’m fixin’ to find out once an’ for all, if this here moon is made outta cheese!” Mervin explained. “And if so, then whut kind.”

“Cut a hunk fer me, will ya?” Pa asked.

“Yeah, me, too Mervin.” Billy-Ray added. “And just in case, I’m gonna get the Saltines outta the truck.”

“I sure hope it’s Havarti.” Pa said.

“I sure hope it ain’t Limburger!”