California King: "What is HØL?"

Our work was done. We'd said all we needed to say. We apparated
from this world, much like monks who retreat to a mountaintop
hovel. Only for us, we apparated via Greyhound and hoveled in an
abandoned Bauxite mine outside Eufaula, Alabama. Everything was
going great. We each had our own little cavernlet in which to do
our alonetime ablutions and adult irrigations, and every evening we
gathered by the pile of old cigarettes to tell stories and scratch
each others' bug bites. We chopped wood, and we carried water. We
made forts. And, yes, somtimes, we cried. Then, one night, we heard
a cricket. Coming from... somewhere? Its chirp drove us crazy
through those long 'Bama nights. Merlin suggested we get a lizard
to kill the cricket. The plan worked perfectly. But that night we
noticed the lizard looking down at us from its perch, really giving
us the stink eye. Like it thought it was better than us. So Adam
bought us a snake to take care of the lizard. And, then, somehow,
there was a filthy Persian cat to take care of the snake. And so
forth. So, long story short: our cave is now occupied by a family
of endangered Alabama Beach Mice (Peromyscus polionotus ammobates).
And, we have returned to California. Also, we are out of money.