Slim Pickings

“Looks like beans or SPAM, Ralph.” 

Jim rifled through his knapsack in search of hidden treasures. 

“Pretty slim pickings, but it’ll do.”  He threw the meat back in the bag.  “Guess we’ll go with the beans; save the SPAM for a special occasion.”

Patting Ralph on the head he fished out his little silver can opener.   The dog licked his lips as Jim spooned half the can on a used paper plate. 

“I may be a bum, but I ain’t eating after no mangy mutt.”  He leaned against a large log.

Gazing at the sun setting on the ocean, he smiled at Ralph.  “We might be eating beans from the can, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”