He bought a home where the buffalo roamed, and on this particular day, he had to leap into a ditch to avoid the stampeding bison.
Claude has just spotted:
a. the creature from the Black Lagoon.
b. his car driving off with a leprechaun dancing on its hood.
c. a hobo with two grins, one below his nose, the other above his eyes.
d. his duplicate staring back at him.
e. a rapidly approaching herd of bison.
Seated on a bale of hay in the midst of downtown traffic, Spoon Beck, the imaginary tree clown, mused. He directed his musing at Darwin’s elephant. The snarl of traffic and the policemen clubbing him with magic fish disturbed him not in the least. Darwin’s elephant? Another matter entirely. How, he mused, had a simple imaginary tree clown like himself been hoodwinked by the immense charm of Charles Darwin? How had he been willing to pay good money for, to put it plainly, an elephant? Well, no way around it, nothing else to do. He stood up, instructed the elephant to pick up the bale of hay, asked the policemen nicely to please stop hitting him with fish, and paraded off to the warehouse on the pier. There he gained access to a barge and buried himself in garbage. Darwin’s elephant tossed the bale of hay way up high on top of the great pile of rubbish and hurried off to make his report to an eagerly waiting Darwin.
YOU TOAD BENDING MUD FARMER! YOU BARD OF SHEEP! YOU SKY MIXED PLUME BARTER! TOFFLER! BOKE! UNGUENT SIPPING MINOTAUR! YOU RANCID MUMBLER! YOU ORT! YOU FULL BODIED BILE FLINGER! FA UPON THEE! TWICE!!
You have to watch out for these guys. They sneak in and try to throw lightning at you.
Loon: I have the great honor to welcome for the 3 question interview today the ghost of Robert E. Lee. General, welcome and may I ask if it was uncomfortable walking around with a sword clattering on your leg all the time?
Lee’s ghost: Sometimes it proved to be an annoyance.
Loon: I thought so. Now, did you know Napoleon personally?
Lee’s ghost: I’m afraid, sir, your ignorance places me deeper in history than I served, and on another continent.
Loon: It does?
Lee’s ghost (smartly saluting, vanishing): Yes. Farewell, odd little man.
Storks in the Fossil children’s nursery were always called Gums after that.
Nice rhythm and flow. Ballet Shoes is the book. And a proper nice little book it is.
It’s a little known fact that Beatrix Potter was a much sought after mesmerist in the early 20th century.
Franz, in this picture, is in the process of:
a. being hypnotized by a strange being from another planet.
b. being hypnotized by Rasputin.
c. being hypnotized by Teddy Roosevelt.
d. being hypnotized by Beatrix Potter.
Happy birthday to Franz Kafka. Today a short game of Embed the Apple in the Giant Cockroach, tomorrow the kwiz.
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