Sarah Palin: Before it got to the other side, I shot the chicken, cleaned and dressed it, and had chicken burgers for lunch.
Barack Obama: The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a change! The chicken wanted change!!
John McCain: My friends, that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.
Hillary Clinton: When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure from Day One that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn't about me.
George W. Bush: We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.
Dick Cheney: Where's my gun?
Colin Powell: Now, to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road. (or Gen Schwartzkopf)
Bill Clinton: I did not cross the road with that chicken. What is your definition of chicken?
Al Gore: I invented the chicken.
John Kerry: Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it. It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's intentions. I am not for it now and will remain against it.
Al Sharpton: Why are all of the chickens white? We need some black chickens.
Dr Phil: The problem we have here is that this chicken doesn't realize that he must first deal with the problem on this side of the road before it goes after the problem on the other side of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his current problems before adding new problems.
Oprah: Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross the road so badly. So, instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.
Nancy Grace: That chicken crossed the road because he's guilty!! You can see it in his eyes and in the way he walks.
Pat Buchanan: To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.
Dr. Seuss: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.
Grandpa: In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.
Barbara Walters: In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heart-warming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting and went on to accomplish its lifelong dream of crossing the road.
Aristotle: It is the nature chickens to cross the road.
Bill Gates: I have just released "eChicken2009," which will not only cross roads but will lay eggs,file your important documents and balance your checkbook. Internet Explorer is an integral part of "eChicken2009." This new platform is much more stable and will never crash or need to be rebooted.
Albert Einstein: Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?
Colonel Sanders: Did I miss one?
Posted by aklnwlf (Member # 5960) on :
That was hilarious TuTu!
Especially Bill Clinton's.
Posted by JR (Member # 16898) on :
funny
Posted by Keebler (Member # 12673) on :
- Thanks for the laugh out loud. Being old enough to have familiarly with each of those "questioned" - I enjoyed each answer being so spot on. -
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Jay Leno: We're now going to go outside and ask a whole bunch of people if they know why the chicken crossed the road.
PG move rating: we don't know - no fowl language allowed here.
Gilbert&Sullivan: It is the very model of a modern chicken road-crosser Its information vegetable is a kickin' ode-tosser It knows its wings for anglin' and it votes for flights historical From one side to the other "cause I can", its categorical.
Posted by map1131 (Member # 2022) on :
Tooooooo funny Tutu! I'm going to share with my friends.
Pam
Posted by lifeline (Member # 3445) on :
hilarious
Posted by joalo (Member # 12752) on :
Posted by Dekrator48 (Member # 18239) on :
IDSA: There is no real evidence that chickens even exist.
But, if a chicken did exist it would definitely take a shortcut across the road.
At that point studies show that there would never be a need for that chicken to ever cross the road again. Posted by sutherngrl (Member # 16270) on :
Love it!!!!
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Robin and Dekrator.. GREAT additions!! Posted by Snailhead (Member # 18091) on :
This doesn't really fit in with the others, but I've always liked it:
"To see his friend Gregory Peck"!!!
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Never heard that one! It's good!
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
I like that, Dek! Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
Thanks for sharing, too funny.
Have you heard this one?
Oklahoman (or Texan): To prove to the armadillo it could be done. Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
That's funny too!
Those armadillos were imported from Texas!! Got 'em in Missouri too!
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Fine - we know all about the chicken, but tell me why did the tick cross the road?
Posted by emla999/Lyme (Member # 12606) on :
quote: Robin123 said:
Fine - we know all about the chicken, but tell me why did the tick cross the road?
To get away from the chicken!!!! Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Yeah, Emla!!
More reasons why the tick crossed the road, please...
Posted by Dekrator48 (Member # 18239) on :
Robin asked...
Fine - we know all about the chicken, but tell me why did the tick cross the road?
Because the tick was approaching a state line and we know that there is no lyme in many states!!! Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Great ones, emla and Dekrator! Posted by sixgoofykids (Member # 11141) on :
Moving to off topic.
Posted by ping (Member # 6974) on :
I love it! I'm printing this out to paste on my wall at work. THanks L2!
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Ha - we're off-road over here -
The questions of the moment: why did the tick cross the road?
Why did the tick cross off-road?
It did so when it saw there were no chickens in the way.
Posted by emla999/Lyme (Member # 12606) on :
quote: Robin123 said:
Why did the tick cross off-road?
To escape from Plum Island!!!!! Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
ping.. you should get some mileage out of it there!!
Robin .. you're on a roll!! Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Emla - what a smart tick. Or hapless, as the case may be.
Why doesn't someone write a novel from the tick's point of view?
The Adventures of Moby Tick
There I was, wailing about how I was all cooped up on that island, needing some fresh air, ready to try my exoskeleton out on some larger adventure...
So - that's me and two buddies you just saw there, we decided to try our luck in the great beyond. But first, we had to cross the road.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Why did the tick cross either the road or off-road?
'Cause it saw no reason to cry fowl.
Thx, Lymetoo - French or sourdough?
Posted by lymemomtooo (Member # 5396) on :
back to the chicken for a moment.
the chicken crossed the road to prove to the opossum that it could be done.
Posted by just don (Member # 1129) on :
Not only the chicken crossed,
the tick crossed
the armadillo crossed
the tick went off-road,
this whole darn thread crossed the road to off topic
Now fowl that if you will!!!
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Just Don, you forgot one: we have breaking news - or is it braking news - that the opossom just crossed the road.
So back to our intrepid little group of ticks...
that's them, at the end of the previous line, braving the end of the sentence on their island -
shall we swim? shall we fly? shall we cross the road, or off-road, were the questions of the day.
One of them decided they wanted to bring their word game entertainment along with them.
Which leads me to the next tick question of the day:
What kind of a tick brings word games along when it crosses the road or off-road?
Acrostic.
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Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Very embarrassing to be banned to Off Topic!! So humiliating!!
Acrostic?? Oh my .. who's nuts now??
Robin, it's FRENCH.
Posted by lymemomtooo (Member # 5396) on :
crying fowl...no the opossum did not cross the road. He tried. Have you ever seen one make it..
the chicken crossed to show him it could be done. Mr. O didn't make it..maybe he was too busy scratching tick bites to notice the truck.
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
quote:Originally posted by lymemomtooo: [QB] crying fowl...no the opossum did not cross the road. He tried. Have you ever seen one make it..
An occasional few!! very few! Some must have escaped or we wouldn't see them flattened on the road EVERYDAY. Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
No, lymemomtoo, I have not personally seen an opossom cross the road. So maybe our newscaster got it mixed up with a raccoon.
So for the sake of Just Don's accounting, add the raccoon.
Anywho, our little band hadn't been gone long when they decided they were hungry and needed a bite to eat. So they found a...
Posted by Dekrator48 (Member # 18239) on :
Robin said...
So for the sake of Just Don's accounting, add the raccoon.
Anywho, our little band hadn't been gone long when they decided they were hungry and needed a bite to eat. So they found a...
.....tired hunter who was just sitting down on a log to eat the lunch he packed.
The chicken, armadillo, oppossum, and racoon each knew their only hope was to rustle the bag lunch away from the hunter and the other hungry creatures.
The tick, on the other hand, licked his lips and smirked as he made a bee-line straight for the hunter's pant leg......
Posted by lymemomtooo (Member # 5396) on :
I am not sure but think if the racoon is hungry enough, the chicken might be his lunch..I have seen a mean raccoon before..THink they could devour anything.
The ticks of course could hook a ride on anyone,for lunch or taxi service but not sure they would get far on the opossum.
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
And the hunter was completely unaware of the disaster about to strike him.
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Yes, mealtime could be complicated for this group. However, each to their own - our armadillo got happy rummaging in the dirt, our chicken nibbled on nearby grass, the raccoon espied some recently-discarded garbage,
and Moby Tick and his pals, observing the distracted chicken, made a safe crawl over to the unsuspecting hunter, clambored aboard, found an open patch of skin just above the sock line and with palpable interest, settled in for a slow drink.
Our hunter had no idea of the twist of Lyme fate he had just incurred causing a cross-over to the ranks of the hunted.
The opossum, not having made it across the road, found itself some small edibles and resigned itself to the use of an IPhone to stay in touch with its adventuresome pals.
Then, the
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Technology these days!
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Then the technology these days indeed has made it opossumable to stay in touch with all those others out of roadside visibility.
And then our
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
And then our furry friends and feathered friend seeing the dangers of the 5pm traffic, decided to back off from the road.
Walking single file through the tall grass, they were unaware of the ticks perched high upon the top of the blades of grass.
The ticks were hungry, as it was their dinner time, and
Posted by sutherngrl (Member # 16270) on :
The ticks were hungry, as it was their dinner time and.....
as the furry little friends passed through the tall blades of grass, the ticks saw their supper coming and gladly made the leap from grass to furry friends to suck some nice, warm blood.
They actually killed 2 birds with 1 stone, so to speak, as they had transportation with their supper. And one really smart opossum did indeed make it across the road even though the sign said "state line"; so......
Posted by lymemomtooo (Member # 5396) on :
this is how the crew progressed and secretly transported their ticks past all of the non-tick state walls at the state lines. They crawled thru the grasses. If only they could find their way to DC.
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
A capitol idea, lymemomtoo - in fact they thought they might be able to bring some bearing on the issue of infected ticks crossing the road if they could get to Washington.
They were very proud of their group efforts to get off Plum Island in the first place - they did manage to sneak on board a ferry at night and enjoy the contents of its snack bar, and then to hide out under the lower deck stairs as the ferry made its way to the mainland.
And then it was state line by state line, with many rendezvous with others of their collective ilk.
They even managed to meet their chicken idol, Gregory Peck! He graciously gave them many autograph dirt road scratches.
The local dialects were a little hard to understand at first. Like
Posted by just don (Member # 1129) on :
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
Robin123 you got that right.
The local dialects were a little hard to understand at first. Like it or not--it did not stop the creative blood thirsty vampire ticks one bit.
They had a goal to make it across every state line in the Union and make themselves right at home, state after state and city after city.
Some people do not think that those ticks have the wherewithall to accomplish such a feat, but rumor has it they've been known to outsmart even the "so called best" of those old "ducks".
Believe it or not devilish laughter rises from across the nation ``HEEEEEE-HEEEEEE-HEEEEE!!!!" as the
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
realization that all of us have, daisyrlb, that you got that right, the tick-lish laughter in the land as this odd managerie made its way - our multiple ticks, our chicken, armadillo, raccoon, and I think the opossom,
altho some of us here might accuse us of hallucinating its appearance - we do seem to have a difference of opinion on whether the opossum managed to cross the road or not,
but not to forget the offering our friend Just Don just made -
like those three - I mean who could deal with those goofy southen ticks with their kicked-back drawwwwl crawwwwls, hardly movin' at all on those hot dusty roads,
but still, they provided a bit of entertaining hospitality to our group and especially our tick friends.................yes, they picked up several more friends from all that passage through state grasses.
But now it was time for
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
My, how we have digressed!
Who said Southern ticks are goofy?? I resemble that! Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
But now it was time for some clarity -
Lymetoo, my latest remarks were addressed to the goofy faces Just Don provided for our story, and not meant otherwise -
if you have something more to tell us about the genuine character of the southern ticks our group encountered, go ahead!
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
Lymetoo I am so curious, along with Robin123, about the genuine character of the southern ticks.
Are they southern gentlemen and southern belle ticks? Posted by randibear (Member # 11290) on :
that ole chicken crossed the road to get to the hens on the other side....
ya'll should know that...lol
Posted by just don (Member # 1129) on :
some old roosters are too old to know what to do after we get there. What was that again? where do I want to go?
Posted by randibear (Member # 11290) on :
more than likely, he didn't know what to do with it either.....
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
You all tickle my innards.
Lymetoo you think you're goofy, well, then I'm your long lost sister.
randibear thanks for bringing us back to our story of "why that ole chicken crossed the road".
Or as just don called it, "rooster".
It seems as though that particular ole chicken/rooster was indeed old and may have had a touch of Lyme induced brain fog as he stood there scratching the dirt.
The ticks on the chicken/rooster were just a little ticked off that the chicken/rooster was just standing there while precious time was ticking away. They were hungry for their next meal and thought the hens would be a great place to get a nice warm breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Just then, they heard some of their tick friends yelling "Yee haw!" They turned just in time to see the menagerie of multiple ticks riding on the backs of our chicken, armadillo, raccoon, and yes, Robin123 the opossum.
Yikes, the menagerie was running across the road because
Posted by randibear (Member # 11290) on :
don't forget that here in texas, we'd hit those puppies and have roadkill stew!!!
Posted by Carol in PA (Member # 5338) on :
quote:Originally posted by daisyrlb: Yikes, the menagerie was running across the road because
...because they saw a mouse.
A White Footed Mouse.
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Oh yes, it's time for pictures of all our friends involved!
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
My camera is broken so I tried the next best thing.
I tried to post a picture of Ms Opossum with her youngsters that I found on the internet. But I couldn't figure out how to do that.
Oh well. Have a great day.
Posted by Carol in PA (Member # 5338) on :
Posted by Dekrator48 (Member # 18239) on :
...Now you might think the menagerie of critters was running from the mouse, but the truth is, they were running to greet him.
The ticks got particularly excited when they realized some of their cousins were riding piggyback on the mouse.
The mouse was scurrying around the grassy outdoors warning his fellow furry and feathered friends that a huge storm was on it's way...scheduled to strike in two days.
The ticks gasped in horror. They were worried that their critter meals would run and hibernate, and their human meals would isolate themselves indoors.
The ticks put their heads together and started hatching a plan to head South....ummmmm.....Florida sounds good, they thought!
Suddenly they raised their legs in unison and cheered "We're going to the Super Bowl!!!".
The other critters agreed it sounded like fun and wanted to go too, but wondered how the menagerie would get there in time for the game........
Posted by sutherngrl (Member # 16270) on :
And it was at that exact moment that one of the very smart southern ticks looked up and saw Mr Crane coming in for a landing. He shouted with all his might.....look yall....that there is a genuine southern crane on his way down to that them there super bowl.
And Mr Crane being all gentlemanly, (being he was from the south), offered them a ride.
Posted by just don (Member # 1129) on :
I can hear him now,,,de crane de crane. (from the little short one)
Posted by Carol in PA (Member # 5338) on :
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
Nothing like a bedtime story to help one sleep. LOL. Good night for now.
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
And indeed, it was like a bedtime story, as our ticks slept comfortably on their crane transport -
some might call it an aircrane, maybe of the Americrane species, providing readily available meals as its guests needed -
as it headed down the Eastern shore to a warmer destination. At least that was the gameplan.
If only the Colts' defensive end's ankle wasn't so bad. The crane was worried.
Meanwhile, our menagerie on the ground had grown a little larger and happier when our possum met mama possom and her brood and they all decided to come along.
And our chicken had met a rooster who was willing to cross the road with her, so he was now a member of the traveling band.
And the white-footed mouse realized what a congenial group this was and decided to hang out with them for the adventure as well. After all, when had she last been to Florida?
And what had happened to our erstwhile group? They had discovered a truck at a rest stop and climbed inside, attracted by some appealing garbage aromas, and even found a odd-shaped object to nudge around between them.
Little did they realize they had just stumbled into a film crew's truck that was shooting some last-minute roadside footage for a SuperBowl ad.
When the crew spied the animals in the back of the truck knocking around an old football, they realized immediately they had a true Awwwwwww factor and began to film.
They knew they had just acquired some extremely unusual football teamwork footage - mind you, not an animation, not from a storyboard, but from real life, no less -
what with an armadillo, a chicken, a rooster, a mouse, a raccoon, two adult possums and several babies rolling a football around between them...
They wondered whether they could keep these animals in the back of the truck as they sped down to their Miami headquarters, just to show the ad agency that this had been for real.
Who knows - would they even be able to create an unusual halftime presentation of a group of animals having fun with a football?
................................................
And our hunter on Plum Island, what had become of him? Well, he had gone home after his meal on the log. A couple days later, he woke up with a rather large red rash on his leg. That's strange, he thought, as he didn't remember anything happening to him in the recent past.
As the rash grew bigger, and he started not feeling so well, he thought he should go see a doctor about it...
Posted by Carol in PA (Member # 5338) on :
You may as well add zombies now...it's turned into a horror story.
Posted by kam (Member # 3410) on :
My two cents??
The chicken took TC's advice...If you have a choice of crossing the road or dance.....
And he made appointments with many doctors as none seem to be able to help him. As he became more and more ill, he began to hallucinate that all the doctors looked exactly like ducks.
He became very upset as it was getting close to superbowl time and he had a seat on the 50 yard line. He really needed to get well fast, because he didn't want to miss the halftime show.
Posted by Dekrator48 (Member # 18239) on :
The animal menagerie was tired and thirsty from their impromtu football game.
The back of the truck was dark where the animals were corralled.
The raccoon used his keen sense of smell to uncover a case of beer hidden in the corner under a blanket.
The armadillo used his sharp claws to rip open the box and puncture several cans.
A new-found energy errupted in the truck when the animals happily quenched their thirst...
Meanwhile, the Crane and tick passengers continued on their path southward.
They were oblivious to the fact that a huge snowstorm was making it's way toward them from the south...
The hunter, on the other hand, was applying antifungal cream to his "ringworm". The Dr told him he would be fine and not to worry.
He started packing his bags for his trip to the Super Bowl. His flight leaves on Friday.
His head was foggy and his body fatigued. He thought he must have done too much walking in the mountains because his knee was really aching too.
He was determined not to miss the big game....
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
quote:Originally posted by daisyrlb: [QB] Lymetoo I am so curious, along with Robin123, about the genuine character of the southern ticks.
Are they southern gentlemen and southern belle ticks?
Oh yeah! for sure!
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Y'all ( since we're talking southern here ) are WAY too funny!! Leaves me speechless!
Every post was hilarious! Period!
Carol.. are those Whooping Cranes? I've seen them before in TX. They winter there. This Christmas, I was right on the shore where they congregate, but chose not to take the boat ride out to where they can be viewed more easily. They're huge... and magnificent!
OK, funny people... continue on!! (don't mind me!)
Posted by just don (Member # 1129) on :
how else you expect cranes to act at the Sluper bowl,,,they whoop it up!!!???
but when all the am-in-als arrived at the stadium,,,they had forgot there tickies back home. Well some of them anyway.
They still had a few tickies to pass around to the group. By that time all nymph tickies had engorged and could NOW be found more easily
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Yes, stadium convergence was the talk of the town, and no less for our various storied characters.
All of our am-in-als were there by this point, quite soused by now - no longer all that coherent, yet feeling quite content to be on the premises,
and not quite conscious that they had not been let out of the film truck parked in the stadium parking lot, being that the crew had seen to do additional filming of the relaxed drunken menagerie with opened beer cans in the background,
and realizing they might have a great SuperBowl beer ad hit, had hatched a plot to bring their unusual cast out at halftime perhaps, play their surprising beer ad,
and maybe add some of their favorite youtube dance videos, like Do The Funky Chicken, The Liddle Armadillo, The Mouse In The House, Do The Fetal Position Possum, and The Rock-0n Raccoon Rap.
They were in negotiations with the SuperBowl management about their idea.
The crane by this time had made it as well, having skirted the worst of the storm. Its grateful tick passengers had imbibed plenty along the way so were actually not hungry when they arrived.
Moby Tick and his crane-set pals set off to explore their new stadium territory a little before game day. They had heard about southern gentlemen and southern belle ticks and were eager to meet some. They hoped they wouldn't turn speechless when they did...
The crane was aware of the publicity surrounding the defensive end's bad ankle. It felt sorry for the humans, since it could do very well on just one ankle. It wondered whether it could be of any help...
And our hunter flew in on a red-eye flight, since he wasn't sleeping all that well anymore, and figured he could as easily fly by night. He checked into a local hotel for some rest.
He was starting to feel a bit like a zombie, and couldn't figure out why. But he assured himself he was where he wanted to be, he was looking forward to his great vantage seat on the 50-yard line, so all ok for now...
Meanwhile,
Posted by sutherngrl (Member # 16270) on :
Meanwhile.....Love was in the air. As Mr Crane was contemplating how he might be able to help out in some way, he noticed that he was not the only crane in the stadium. Just across the way was the most beautiful lady crane he had ever seen.
Not to come on too strong, he sort of took a few hops, skips and jumps in her direction. Their eyes met. They shared a crumb of bread. It was a kodak moment. She smiled a crane's smile and introduced herself as "Ima".......Ima Crane. He was smitten.
Posted by lymewreck36 (Member # 4395) on :
My family loved this thread this evening.
My favorite is
ISDA: There is no real evidence a chicken exists.!!!!!!!!!
Mary Posted by Dekrator48 (Member # 18239) on :
After a long drunken nap, the am-in-als woke up to "olfactory overload".
The animal menagerie smelled worse than a garbage pile soaked in stale beer baking in the hot Florida sun for days on end.
A film crew member opened the back of the truck to retrieve some equipment and the menagerie beamed as they saw the huge stadium before them.
The animals scampered out of the truck and ran for the stadium entrance.
Once inside, they followed a long corridor that led to the Home team's showers and locker room....
Mr.Crane, Ima Crane, Moby Tick and all the tick passengers frolicked on the perfectly coiffed grassy field.
They "craned" their necks, looked high and low, and were mesmerized by the enormity of this strange place....
Meanwhile, our zombie hunter awakened from a little nap and decided to check out Miami and get a bite to eat.
His hotel was in the heart of the city, so there are many restaurants and endless nightlife within walking distance.
He could feel the energy of the city but wondered why he had so little of it.
The hunter found a bench and sat down to rest his aching knees and back. His neck was stiff. He blamed it on the hotel pillow.
Seeing a popular restaurant ahead, he crossed the street, entered and asked to be seated.
He ordered a glass of wine and relaxed to look over the menu.
He wanted to ask the server if they had his favorite dish, but he couldn't remember what it was called....he just couldn't remember the right words even though he could picture it in his mind.....
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
still no words came. He stared at the menu, with a blank look, and took another sip of wine.
He looked around the restaurant. There were TV's overhead and in every corner--sports, sports and more sports; the girls were dressed (if you want to call it that) in white tank tops and orange shorts. He thought to himself, "This place doesn't look familiar. How did I even end up here."
He focused his attention to the menu again but the words seemed blurry. "I'll have to get my eyes checked when I get back home."
As he sat there he began to feel anxious and his heart seemed to pound ever so slightly, "It's been a long day and I just need something to eat."
Just then the waitress came over and ...
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Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
smiled as she prepared to take his order. She noticed he looked a bit tired and asked if he had been up late partying at one of the Super Bowl parties.
"No, I wish," he said with a smile. "I've just been feeling strangely tired."
The waitress said, "You know, a lot of my friends have been saying the same thing recently. They just suddenly start not feeling well, but can't put a finger on anything they've done. Maybe it's something in the water!"
The hunter replied, "Are they also not able to suddenly read menus easily too? This looks blurry to me."
The waitress replied,
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Posted by lymemomtooo (Member # 5396) on :
I will interrupt a moment. Had to stop shoveling snow because as I threw it up, the piles are so high, it started coming back at me..This is a wonderful break and surprise since I haven't seen it for a while..
You guys are great..Hope the waitress has a good answer for the hunter, who thank God went south, as did the others, in time to miss this junk..
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
The waitress replied, "Mister it happens around here all the time." Then she looked him straight in the eyes and with a giggle continued, "I think you, like them, have just had one too many."
She threw her head back and began laughing out loud.
He looked at her dumbfounded.
The waitress felt sorry for the guy and decided to help him out. She bent over and pointed to a picture on the menu of the restaurant's most popular item, and said, "Mister, this is just what you need, chicken wings! You have your choice of sauce--mild, medium, hot, 3 mile island, 911--for you I suggest the 911" and she continued laughing as she tossed back her long hair with her left hand.
He had the strangest thought that seemed to come out of no where, "Does a chicken really exist?"
He looked at her and nodded his approval to her suggestion and...
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
wondered why he thought maybe he should really think about calling 911 - his heart was racing for no good reason - yes, the waitress was cute, but he didn't think that was the reason for his intermittent cardiac flutter -
and why was he getting so spacy - he had a sudden image of himself not being able to even cross a road...
oh, well, he'd take her suggestion and maybe that kind of an order would keep him from dozing off! "The 911, it is!"
Just then
Posted by Dekrator48 (Member # 18239) on :
...the hungry but spacey hunter noticed that the sounds of the busy restaurant seemed overwhelming. He was thankful that the lights were dimmed, since bright light made him feel sick.
He ate a dozen very hot 911 wings, drank several glasses of wine and some ice water and paid the bill.
He was so exhausted that instead of exploring the beauty of the city, he decided to go back to his hotel and go to bed in preparation for the big game.
On game day, he awoke after a poor night's sleep, still feeling fatigued. His knees continued to throb and he felt a little anxious.
He thought... Well, at least I can take a cab to the stadium and I'll be comfortably seated during the game.
He dug his Super Bowl ticket out of his luggage.
He ate a light lunch since his stomach seemed a little upset.
He thought he would set out a little early for the stadium, so he hailed a cab......
Meanwhile, the animal menagerie cleaned themselves up in the showers of the home team.
They shook off the water and headed out to hopefully find some scraps of food.
The animals met up with Mr Crane, Ima Crane, Moby Tick and all the tick passengers on the field.
They put their heads together and decided that the best place to find a bite to eat was near the many mobile concession stands that were being readied for the game.
At first the ticks objected, thinking there would be nothing for them to eat there.
They soon found, to their delight, that there were many hurried human workers in shorts and sandals upon whom they could potentially feast!
"Whoo hoo!" all the animals, cranes and ticks cheered....it was gonna be a great day at the Super Bowl.......
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
The animals, after happily gnawing, pawing, pecking and nosing through a cornucopia of food prep droppings, then made their way to under the lower seating area in the middle of the stadium for best viewing.
Ima Crane and Mr Crane flew to the top of the stadium, just above the 400s-numbered seats.
Moby Tick and his friends were easily able to find a few human bare feet to enjoy. They had to say goodbye to a couple of their friends whose human transport walked off with them into stadium seating, unknowingly with a few extra tick-ets.
They had also met some southern gentlemen and southern belle ticks who graciously explained other dining possibilities in the area.
Our hunter had a hard time with all the stadium commotion so decided to take his seat on the 50-yd line for some restful pre-game time.
He was glad he was there, but the noise and lights were bothersome. He had bought some earplugs and sunglasses just in case he needed them.
Maybe he would have his health checked on again after the game.
And our film crew could hardly wait for their halftime surprise...
The crowd was
Posted by sutherngrl (Member # 16270) on :
The crowd was pouring into the stadium. They were from all over the United States. There was so much excitement in the air and they were totally unaware that they were tick bait.
Mr Crane and Ima Crane had a "birds eye view". Love was in bloom and this would be a super bowl they would never forget. They already had plans for a superbowl party on the beach, diving for sushi.....how romantic.
Posted by Dekrator48 (Member # 18239) on :
The hunter was ready for the kickoff. The stadium was filled to the brim. Wow, he would remember this trip for the rest of his life.
His head started to spin a little when the crowd roared. It was REALLY loud. Those bright lights were blinding.
He was trying his best to enjoy the game and looked forward to the half-time show....
Mr Crane and Ima Crane wrapped their necks around one another and enjoyed the game from their high vantage point.
They thought it might be nice though to swoop down to field level for the half-time show. They didn't want to miss a thing....
The animal menagerie was having a great time! They were dancing and cheering with every play. They didn't even know who they were rooting for, but they didn't really care.
They watched the big screen intently for all the commercials which were even better than the game itself....
Moby tick and many of the other ticks were firmly latched onto unsuspecting toes, legs, groins and underarms.
They were having a feeding frenzy and loving it!
They were getting jostled around a bit with all the jumping up and down, but they managed to stay firmly in place so their meal was not interrupted.....
Posted by sutherngrl (Member # 16270) on :
One of the southern ticks accidentially fell off the foot he was attached to, when he for some unknown reason, yelled out the words....."who dat"!!!
He was stunned for a moment as he hit hard as he fell; but luckily he landed next to another unsuspecting foot. He climbed aboard and made his way to a higher vantage point. He wanted to see the half time show.
Posted by Dekrator48 (Member # 18239) on :
The hunter, animal menagerie, Mr Crane and Ima Crane were all on their feet dancing to The Who performing at the half-time show....
The ticks were listening and sort of watching so they didn't lose their grip on their meals....
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Live from Robin, Dekrator and suthern.....
Who Dat?? Posted by just don (Member # 1129) on :
Our am-in-als and the commercial am-in-als were a great combination!!!
And they all came out like a saint.
What a strange site seeing young horses line up against guys with halo's on them..Fighting over what used to be another friend,,, in a former life,,porky pig!!(or the skin thereof)
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Our animals had managed to find a small TV under a seat, and as Just Don mentioned, they were thrilled with all the animals they saw in the ads.
"We saw a bear and a dog and a calf and lots of horses and -"
"And the hens - did you see all those screaming hens?!" crowed the rooster and hen.
Even the ticks were pleased by the scenes of all those tempting animals, and of course they were bowled over by their ready-made super suppers.
But what really made the evening for our menagerie is when their truck football footage was shown just before halftime. Even they had managed to play this game, and without any training! They were naturals!
They sported out onto the field and cavorted. Hey, it was their show too! The film crew saw them and cheered.
And the hunter, he rubbed his eyes, and then rubbed them again. Was he hallucinating these days, or had he actually seen that combo before - that chicken, raccoon, possum and armadillo - but where?
Just then the Who concert began and he had to use his ear plugs and nightshades.
Later all partied into the wee hours - our arthropods with their new southern tick hosts, our menagerie so proud of their debut before millions -
"Maybe we could do baseball next! We can either run the bases or be them!" exclaimed the baby possums.
And our hunter rested in his seat until most of the stadium had cleared. He thought he'd try and locate maybe a slightly quieter hang-out in town. He couldn't shake the strange memory he couldn't quite place - just Who were those animals?
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
Robin, Dekrator, suthern and Don, Thanks for that live reporting from Miami
The hunter repeated it again out loud this time, "Just Who were those animals? This is madness."
And with that the animal menagerie chimed in, "Madness?! This has been so super, why not focus on March Madness next and after that baseball!
With all the excitement of the day, the adrenaline had been flowing in the hunter, the animals and the ticks; however, now all were winding down, not to mention they had all overeaten and were stuffed. Ugh.
The ticks were particular gorged and were looking forward to a good night's rest as they snuggled into their unsuspecting hosts.
The hunter was just hoping he could get some rest before heading back home and making an appointment to see his doctor, yet again. He just didn't feel like himself. He was glad the anti-fungal cream was working though as the "rash" had disapperared.
The stadium was almost empty as
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Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Where's our good writers??
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Our writers are recovering from the excitement of the game, Tutu -
Now that one of the writers is back from the local hofbrau party, this writer has discovered that the animals, after having a super night on the town, decided they weren't done yet with the partying -
they wanted to go to New Orleans where the greatest party in the country was to happen. They knew it would be a pre-Mardi Gras scene. Maybe they might fit right in...
They also really liked the idea since they had after all traveled down from their little island off Long Island to the south and they could continue their travel loop around the country,
so they all crept inside one of the large Saints vehicles and settled down under some gold and black blankets in the back and were on their way.
For the cranes, it was a simple matter. Back to our story line:
The stadium was almost empty as Ima Crane and Mr Crane picked up Moby and Who was left of his old friends and added a couple new ones ("Who Dat" and "Who Me" amongst them) and began a scenic coastal route headed west.
They would all meet in the French quarter.
Our hunter, well, he wished he was well enough for a brief New Orleans vacation, but something still wasn't right.
He decided to see an eye doc in town before leaving. He wanted to ask about his difficulty reading and handling all those bright lights at the game and afterwards...
Posted by lymemomtooo (Member # 5396) on :
The staff at the office was wonderful and the Dr seemed to be very knowledgable. He was even a specialist in diseases of the eye. He did many tests on the hunter and sent some away to labs.
Posted by LightAtTheEnd (Member # 24065) on :
While partying in the French quarter, the Cranes announced to everyone that they were getting married and staying in New Orleans for their honeymoon.
Moby Tick and his friends needed to find a new ride home, but where?
While dancing (or rather, feeding on humans who were dancing) at the party, Moby eyed the local birds and considered their options for transportation:
Pigeons, geese, pelicans and....ducks!
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Moby was happy for his crane friends' joyous honeymoon plans, but he too realized that he and his crew would need some new transport.
He made the acquaintance of a nearby duck, and after finding out the duck and his friends would be continuing on west through Texas, asked his name.
"Herman. I'm from Duckville, TX. They call me Herman Duckville. And we'll be heading west after we're done partying here soon. We'll let you know when."
Posted by Dekrator48 (Member # 18239) on :
Moby, Who Dat, Who Me and the other tag-along ticks cheered with delight!
They had never been to Texas before. Herman's soft feathers would surely provide a comfortable place to enjoy the ride.
Moby was curious to talk to some Texas Ticks. He heard they were a little "different" but wasn't sure what that meant.
Herman Duckville informed the ticks that he would be leaving first thing in the morning for Texas.
Until then, they would continue partying....
The now Mr and Mrs Crane spent as much time near the water as possible. The sunsets were so romantic.
They talked about their future and looked forward to having little cranes....
The Saints vehicle with the animal menagerie inside arrived in New Orleans just in time for the Congratulatory parade.
The animals hopped out of the vehicle and saw an interesting looking float being prepared for the parade.
It had lots of black and gold sparkle and many places under which they could hide and still ride along.
They each found a spot and sang and danced to When the Saints Come Marching In....
The hunter caught his flight back home after seeing the Eye Specialist.
He was feeling alot of head pressure, but thought it was just the altitude.
He tried to sleep on the plane but couldn't.
The Eye Specialist told him that he thought he just had a little viral infection of the eyes and it would pass, but he would call him with the lab results.
Hearing that was a relief, since he was afraid it was something more serious.
The Hunter arrived home and collapsed into bed.
He wondered how in the world he would find the energy to get up and go to work in the morning...
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Herman flew on down to Rockport, home of the endangered whooping cranes. He flew out over the Gulf to where the cranes were wintering along the coastal prairies. It was exciting to see such magnificent birds!!!
He flew over the boat filled with tourists and dropped a few ticks on it. The ticks, having nowhere else to feed, latched onto the legs of unsuspecting tourists.
Then he flew across the coastline, where more than 350 species of birds were wintering. You COULD call them Winter Texans!
Some of the Winter Texans (human species) were out birding and Herman dropped a few ticks on them too....
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Then Herman managed to land at a Holiday Inn for the week, and splashed around for awhile in the outdoor pool. He enjoyed it too too much.
His tick cargo saw this coming and dropped off before the water's edge to enjoy a few sunbathers. Moby enjoyed spending time with a new tick friend, How Yall.
Our animals were still whooping it up in New Orleans and in no rush to leave - in fact, humans thought the animals were part of the Saints welcome float procession. Our menagerie was very impressed with the human species - "They surrrrrre know how to party!"
Meanwhile our hunter, having hit another dead-end with yet another doctor's visit, was moping around at a local bar, and happened to mention his malaise to a pal at the counter.
His friend said the same history had happened to other friends of his, and that someone had said it might be related to this strange condition called Lyme disease, a not too-unknown health condition on Plum Island.
If he wanted to know more, he could check with an internet site called www.lymenet.org for more info.
The hunter replied that he wasn't much of an internet person, preferring outdoors activity over any indoor time at a computer, but maybe he'd check it out some day. The whole idea seemed a little far-fetched to him...
Posted by just don (Member # 1129) on :
And for the hundreth time(oops post),,,,why DID the chicken cross the road????
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Meanwhile, the Winter Texans were planning their trips back home in the spring. They couldn't wait to get back home to their families where they would SHARE everything they experienced in Texas......
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
quote:Originally posted by just don: And for the hundreth time(oops post),,,,why DID the chicken cross the road???? [/QB]
What chicken?? Posted by just don (Member # 1129) on :
the old dead chick I had at McDonalds yesterday,,never had those before,,,Chicken McNuggets
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
quote:Originally posted by Lymetoo:
quote:Originally posted by just don: And for the hundreth time(oops post),,,,why DID the chicken cross the road????
What chicken?? [/QB]
Perfect answer! Did anyone ever answer the question before with a question?
Just Don, doesn't sound like your chicken ever got to cross the road. Some chickens can only dream of doing so.
"Son, some day you might get outa here and be able to cross the road. I suggest you not eat much anymore
and that way, you'll look too scrawny for their purposes and you might be skinny enough to escape outa here to see that great big world out there."
This conversation occurred recently on a chicken farm. Chicken McNugget took his mom's words seriously and began eating lightly so as to have a chance to get outside and cross the road some day.
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Had fun doing that one!
Posted by kam (Member # 3410) on :
It wanted to get to the 2010 Winter Olympics!!
Posted by just don (Member # 1129) on :
The WHOLE troupe of animals had a top level meeting and decided they liked the super bowl so much,,the partying in New Orleans,,they just could NOT quit now.
Off to the Olympics they trudged. One following another in single file,,maybe they would find a better 'mass transit' method along the way when all of a sudden.....
They waved to Kam as they passed by her house since it was HER idea to make the next 'leg' of the journey!!!
Posted by kam (Member # 3410) on :
able to read JD's...not able to read the other posts yet...thanks JD ...that was fun
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Oh my gosh, there is definitely some fast-track traveling going on here -
and a lot more state lines being crossed, since that IS one of the goals of our animals and ticks, is to show that crossing state lines can be done, so
that takes care of a few more southern US states, with a wave-off at Kam's, and now they're on their way quickly up to Canada, whose border infected ticks also aren't supposed to be able to cross either -
Our duck tick transporter, Herman Duckville, was much enjoying this adventure as well - he was up for carrying his tick cargo to their next destination. He had heard BC was beautiful and wanted to experience it for himself, along with frequent lake stopovers along the way -
The next question of the day:
How would our menagerie and ticks fare in the cold? I mean, we're talking a rooster and a hen, an armadillo, a raccoon, a possum family with a couple little ones, all of whom have put on a little more weight from their partying in New Orleans,
to say nothing of Moby Tick, Who Dat, Who Me, a couple other tick friends and Herman Duckville, our duck tick transporter -
Plus: Was there going to possibly be a way for our menagerie and ticks to participate in the winter Olympics?
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
'Cause he was still captive on the chicken farm, on a diet and hatching a plan to get out...
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Why didn't the hunter cross the road?
'Cause his balance wasn't very good any more, nor was his eye sight, his hearing was too acute, he was tired, he didn't really care - he thought he'd just stay around the house and see if he could manage to watch some TV, maybe the Olympics - he did like sports -
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
While some chickens were crossing the road,
and other chickens had visions of crossing the road,
and while the hunter didn't have very good vision and didn't feel like crossing the road,
the WHOLE troupe of animals along with their "tick cargo" crossed many roads as they rolled, hiked, and trudged along toward Canada and the Olympics.
They were out of "no man's land" (where they saw kam) and passed the "Middle of midwest" (where they spotted jd). But now they were starting to feel the cold of the crunchy snow, not to mention the time crunch. The Opening Ceremonies were going to be starting soon.
Just then, as luck would have it (they are the luckiest GROUP of party goers ever) they spotted a u-haul rental truck parked in front of an apartment complex. The hen swooned, "There is my hero--Ohhhh, the Bald Eagle flying over beautiful mountains." But on closer look, huh?! what?! Hand made signs on both sides of the u-haul, they couldn't believe their eyes the words read, "Alaska or Bust, via Vancouver".
The WHOLE troupe of animals, along with their tick passengers, jumped up and down with glee, they just knew this was their ticket north.
The back of the u-haul was jam packed with stuff and two guys and a gal were talking while drinking hot chocolate. The GROUP over heard the three, "I just love all this snow we've been getting here this year. This is the push we needed to make that move we've always dreamed of. And in unison they yelled, "Alaska here we come!" Then they said, "Cheers" and clinked their mugs of hot chocolate together--that sealed the deal. As they continued talking a scurry of activity took place.
Some of the ticks quickly jumped off their hosts, including host Herman Duckville, and made a beeline for the three human hosts. Moby Tick led the way. The ticks, although grateful for their past hosts, were ready for a change. Ahhh, nothing like the taste of human blood. They scurried up the sneakers of the unsuspecting humans, made it under the jeans into familiar territory and claimed their spots.
Meanwhile the rooster (who was a little perturbed at the hen's reaction to the Bald Eagle--it was just a painting!), the hen, the armadillo, the raccoon, the possum family, and Herman Duckville...
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Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
...counted state lines until they met the Big One, the cross-country line. They were truckers, not skiers, as they easily cross-countried the Big Line. They were not even noticed as their transport was waved through.
They managed to navigate their way to Vancouver just before the opening ceremony. They had a blast with all the easy food pickins on the cold ground, and cold it was, considering where they had just come from.
Our ticks did not meet their Canadian brethren due to the cold, so they made due with rapid attachment to unsuspecting Olympic visitors.
In fact, they devised their own Olympics sport - to see who could attach, imbibe and then drop off the quickest. So far, with the clock ticking, the fastest time was 18 seconds!!
Our menagerie marveled at the opening ceremony from under their respective seats. They couldn't get enough of just how inventive humans can be!
And how considerate humans were to include their animal friends in their ceremony.
Our group decided to enroll in some animal games.
The raccoon went for Garbage Rummaging. The possoms signed up for Possum Drop. The armadillo liked the idea of Snow Waddling.
Herman Duckville met another duck who told him: "Ahab a cold, but I'm still here to compete." "In what?" asked Herman. "In the Quick Quack competition," answered his new friend.
Herman heard "Ahab, I'm cold" and thinking Ahab was his name, signed them both up for duck quick quack pairs as Herman Duckville and Captain Ahab.
The white-footed mouse qualified for Mouse Dart, a competition between mice to see which mouse could dart the fastest across snow without being seen.
And everyone, well, they were ecstatic, since they had already viewed an aviary champ, Aflac, affectionately known as Afquack, on a snowboard, with a decent time! An inspirational start to the menagerie's high expectations for some Olympic dreams of their own.
They all
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Posted by kam (Member # 3410) on :
LOL That was fun!
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
were having so much fun and LOL for sure. kam.
Watching that miscommunication between Herman Duckville and "Captain Ahab" had its own kind of fun and funny.
The menagerie was laughing so hard that they had tears streaming down their faces. They grabbed their sides as they fell to the ground rolling with laughter.
They were all quacked up as they repeated, one after the other , "Ahab, Ahab, Ahab!"
"A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"
But then, a hush, and a seriousness came across the menagerie. One by one they got up, dusted themselves off and grinned at each other.
The games! The GOLD! A vision of Afquack on that snowboard flashed across their minds. Watching Afquack was one of those once-in-a-life-time-inspirational-experiences and each contenstant in their Olympic Sport, whether it be the
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Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
quote:Originally posted by kam: [QB] LOL That was fun!
WAY too funny, Robin!!
Loved the quack part and this too:
"In fact, they devised their own Olympics sport - to see who could attach, imbibe and then drop off the quickest. So far, with the clock ticking, the fastest time was 18 seconds!!"
daisy..."The GOLD! A vision of Afquack on that snowboard flashed across their minds."
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Thx, all! Glad you're enjoying the winter Olympic chronicling. I'm having almost as much fun reporting on it all.
But, aha! What's this? We have a special day, folks - a very special day! It's Valentick's day at the winter Olympics!!
Our ticks had no problems with their frequent love-at-first-bite experiences. "Be mine", they chanted as they dug in...
Our rooster and hen clucking to one another: I love you, a bushel and a peck...
Our possom couple telling each other they were drop-dead gorgeous.
And there's a lesson here for the value of group support - Mr Possum wants to thank all those here who voted for him having made it across the road,
for if it weren't for Lymenetters' confidence in him, he wouldn't have met the love of his life with her lovely possum posse...
And remember our crane couple back in New Orleans? Ima Crane thought Mr Crane was a saint, and he wasn't about to alter her opinion...
Love/snow/love/snow/love was in the air...
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Posted by lymemomtooo (Member # 5396) on :
Robin, Valentick Day was great..
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Welcome to the story, Amanda!!
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
Robin, you really should write a book. You are very gifted. I am so enjoying your creativity and posts!
Come on, Robin, you're really a published author, right? (Come on "spill the beans".) If not, you should be.
Everyone involved, YOU are making this such a fun read. Can't wait to read what you're gonna write, so I can see what happens next.
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
It was then that, or rather, now, that yours truly realized she missed one of your earlier tags, so there it is...
daisy, the novel is happening here, now, in prime time, with NBC covering all the twists and turns. Special report coming soon!
Hi and welcome to Amanda!
The next morning, which was like now, since who sleeps through the night anyway? our hunter awoke to find a message on his answering machine from his girlfriend who was berating him for not having got in touch with her for Valentine's day.
It was then, or rather, now, that he realizes he doesn't even know the date anymore. "What is happening to me?" he says now. He picks up the phone and leaves a message, saying, "
Posted by just don (Member # 1129) on :
Happy Valenticks Day!
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
We are! The return of our novel adventures in Vancouver!
We have breaking news that some of our menagerie have scored big! For instance,
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
our Mouse scored big in the Mouse Dart - managed to evade all tourists as it scuttled across the snowy Vancouver pathway route, and won...the Golden Cheese!
Our possums have done well too, especially the young ones - they learned quickly how to drop and curl up to look just like little balls of snow.
When adult possum judges could not spot them on the snow, our youngun possums popped up to reveal that indeed they were NOT snow but baby possums, and they were awarded the Olympic Snowpuff!
Our raccoon made an interesting discovery during his Garbage Rummaging trial run - he discovered a kam-corder that still worked, so he began recording the Olympic events of the menagerie.
He wants to thank their sponsor, Kam, for having sent them all to the Vancouver Olympics!
Further footage has now revealed that
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Oh, switching channels here for a sec - the hunter's girlfriend heard the odd statement on her machine - Happy Valentick's Day - ??? -
was something wrong here? Couldn't he talk right anymore? Was he on drugs?
She thought she'd better make a house call to check. When she arrived at his house,
Posted by sk8ter (Member # 8671) on :
The Olympic schedule continues...... a rather petite entry in the female skating event has taken the audience by storm. Russian Suzy Swan,leaving Swan Lake, has skated her first practice session and shocked the other competitors with her talent.
The favorite to win, Canadian Girly Goose, stomped off the ice in a huff because the attention was diverted to Suzy.
All the worldly competitors come complete with traveling companions commonly known as Poli"ticks". They, of course have their own agenda. The IOC ( International Olymp"ticks" Committee ) have their legs full of controversy.
All the Poli"ticks" are in training. Building up their front and back legs while they courageously hold on to their prospective host during practice sessions. They have arrived late in the game due to the weather so they will be beginning their game of influence tonight.
As the menagerie of competitors gears up for competition, the Poli"ticks" move into position to fly,jump, twirl,and attach onto the judges panel . Their sinister agenda....to influence the outcome of the Olympic games in figure skating. More drama to come....
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Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Welcome, Sk8ter and sk8ting drama!! We look forward to the unfolding of sk8ting events, dare we say even some controversy?
InBC announcing today: Another menagerie sporting event occurred suddenly and briefly today - the Mo' Gulls.
It was a Flash event, evidently posted on Gullnet last night, calling for gulls from all over the world to fly into Vancouver today and gather at their respective countries' Olympic sites, with the greatest numbers winning.
Tourists were surprised to see evergrowing groups of gulls arriving by the minute. Mo' gulls and mo' gulls! And mo' gulls!! they cried, not realizing that was indeed the name of the event.
It was evident that Canadian gulls were the most numerous, followed by US gulls, with Siberian gulls taking the bronze.
It did appear to be an event that favored the host's location, but it was just a Flash event and all in fun.
The gulls did manage to drop off a new crop of international ticks in the Olympic landscape.
Posted by kam (Member # 3410) on :
Thanks for putting a smile on my face Robin.
OK we had the valentick day
Olympic Tick
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Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Thx, Kam, our winter Olympics sponsor!
Eight duck pairs have now qualified for the duck Quick Quack pairs event, and they are:
First Nations duck: Squ-a-a-ckmish! Canadian duck: Oh Canaduck qu-a-a-a-ck?!
The Dux: Quax! Quax!
Captain Ahab: Qu-a-a-a-ckachoo! Herman Duckville (announcing he had a Novel Quack, being from New Orleans): Laissez qu-a-a-a-a-ck les bons temps!
Donald Duck: Qu-a-a-a-ckawphooey! Daisy Duck: Qu-a-a-cksadaisy!
Rubber ducky: Qu-a-a-cky! Gary Larson duck: !kc-a-a-a-a-uQ
Hanging duck: Q u - a - a - c k !
Upside-down hanging duck: ! k c - a - a - a - u Q
Posted by just don (Member # 1129) on :
Robin has officially quacked up.
Please send all donations possible for a FULL mental health check up
Or rubber walls!!!
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Posted by kam (Member # 3410) on :
Whewph..they all made it across the road
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
well, Just Don, maybe you'll be relieved to learn that yours truly's mental health was checked out and it was found that plenty of borrelia bacteria had slipped through the quacks and were presently ducking all opportunities to vacate,
prompting this author to exclaim: "Waddle I do?" Given that odd bill of health, yours truly could only wing the rest of this contest,
which, being a Quick Quack contest, favored those duck pairs with the quickest quacks.
The French ducks, the Dux and the rubber ducky/Gary Larson pair advanced to the final duckdown.
The author duly noted the growing size of the duck audience for this showdown, appreciating, as Kam noticed,
that more ducks had indeed made it across the road, many roads in fact, to be in the cheering Vancouver duck audience by the edge of the frozen Olympics duck pond.
Many of them, in fact, were beginning to consider their own quick quack potential and who they might partner with for four years from now...
Our own Lymenet Lymetoo was there too, staying with her husband in a Canadian Holiday Inn, which they found to be as comfortable as the ones south of the border.
Posted by Topaz (Member # 20216) on :
This thread is fun. You guys are awesome story tellers. Posted by map1131 (Member # 2022) on :
Oh Kam, thanks for the visual. They do look happy. Thank goodness I'm not a chicken, I hate cold and winter. I'll just stay in the barn.
Posted by Carol in PA (Member # 5338) on :
quote:Originally posted by Robin123: Oh, switching channels here for a sec - the hunter's girlfriend heard the odd statement on her machine - Happy Valentick's Day - ??? -
was something wrong here? Couldn't he talk right anymore? Was he on drugs?
She thought she'd better make a house call to check. When she arrived at his house,
When she arrived at his house, she knocked at the side door and let herself in.
She walked into the kitchen to find the hunter dishing out some ice cream.
"Hi," he said, "you want some too? You'll never guess what I found in the freezer...my cell phone! And yesterday when I tried to put my socks in the hamper, I lifted the toilet seat and put them in there! I swear, I must be going nuts."
"Hah," said the girlfriend, as she sat down at the table with a small bowl of ice cream, "And here I thought you already were."
"Have you been watching the Olympics?" the hunter asked. "I kept falling asleep and missed most of it. I'm just so tired lately."
"Oh, the new sports are so fun. They....."
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
...are actually featuring some unusual scenes, like the other day tourists noticed enormous numbers of gulls gathering at Olympic sites -
almost like they were having their own Olympic event - wouldn't that be funny if they actually had any concept of an international Olympics event -
oh well, I must be getting as cuckoo as you lately - anyway, maybe watching some of the Olympic achievements will be good for your morale -"
The hunter promised her he would check in with the events from time to time. If he could remember to do so - he seemed so out of it these days. He wondered if
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
And now for the finale of our duck Quick Quack pairs event! Afquack, our TV duck snowboarding star, was the honored judge, along with a few quack-counting assistants.
The Dux, an elegant pair in ducktux and tails, took the gold, followed by the French pair with l'argent, and the rubber ducky/Gary Larson pair took yznorb.
Afquack, recognizing the popularity of this contest, called a special post-event demo by all contestants, as well as tourist ducks. The ensuing duckdin party will never be forgotten in Vancouver menagerie Olympic history:
Then Afquack bestowed a special prize on all contestants: he promised them that he would insure them for life, such that if they ever became unable to fish, that fish would be provided for them.
And off he went on his snowboard down the hill. The ducks partied until the wee hours!
And how were our ticks doing?
Posted by kam (Member # 3410) on :
I don't know about the ticks but the vessel for their bacteria is tickled pink at the creativity and fun of this thread.
Posted by Dekrator48 (Member # 18239) on :
The ticks were feeling a little sluggish in the cold weather, but were managing to function amid the body heat of Olympic-goers.
Moby Tick was so engorged that he thought he would throw up again!
Moby knew that when he threw up into his fleshy human lunch that he would feel better and be able to eat more again.
He taught the smaller, more inexperienced ticks how to make the most of their meals.
They decided to all meet up at one of the Olympic parties being held that evening at a local resort.
They all agreed.....finish lunch by 2 pm so they can detach and drop off of their host.
They would meet at a predetermined place to catch a ride to the party on the Service Dog of a party attendee.
Tonight they would par-teeee!!!!......
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Yes, Moby had discovered the value of bulimia at the Vancouver winter games - the more the merrier...His friends took to teasingly calling him Mobylimic.
So it was on to the party! Some traveled by service dogs, some by nearby royal Canadian mounted police, both on human and horse,
and some enterprising ticks even found a moose to jump onto which was giving moose-mobile rides around town to top-touristy Vancouver sites.
Arriving at the party resort, they found a large number of humans on the plentiful Chesterfield sofas enjoying their 24-beer cases -
"We've come to yet another yummy Olympic site, eh?" And with no sorry apologies, settled in for a good evening's time...
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Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Now we'd like to catch up with another of our menagerie sporting events: the Armadillo Waddle.
It was a first at an Olympic games, the idea that contestants would pick up points for going outside the lines,
which in this case were two parallel blue lines drawn on a gently downhill slope, the object being for the four-footeds to stay within the lines while waddling as far as possible outside of them.
Armadillos from several countries vied for glory, showing off their various waddling styles, including the poky dawdle Waddle, the cute coddle Waddle, the speedy throttle Waddle, the elegant model Waddle,
but for our Armadillo, what he was going to most remember from his Armadillo Waddle experience is that is where he met Ermadillo, who was willing to waddle away with him after the event...
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Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Late night menagerie sports report:
The chicken Hop'NPeck event, the object being to hop as high and far as possible in 20 seconds and then peck at the snow as quickly as possible in the following 20 seconds. If any chicken landed a bug, bonus points would be awarded.
When our ticks heard about this event, they made sure to all be attached to a warm-blooded nonchicken by that time.
Our chicken and rooster did very well in the event and were awarded the Shuster Rooster award, a knock-off of the curlers' Shuster Rooster. Our champs decided for next time they would prepare to ride atop a curling stone instead of hopping.
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
Fun read and LOL!
Ticks are a lot smarter than they,re given credit for. . .
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
quote:Originally posted by Robin123:
Our own Lymenet Lymetoo was there too, staying with her husband in a Canadian Holiday Inn, which they found to be as comfortable as the ones south of the border. [/QB]
I WISH!!!
We went to BC about 20 yrs ago. It was AWESOME!
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Mobylimic..... Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Closing ceremonies at the winter Olympics were underway. Our menagerie decided they wanted to enter in with the human athletes.
All of our menagerie scuttled/rolled/hopped/waddled/shuffled/winged in except for our ticks, who, as daisy noted above, were smart enough to realize they had excellent easy meals awaiting them in the stands.
Our menagerie was very proud of its Olympic champions! Our Mouse led the way with the Golden Cheese, followed by the baby possums with their Olympic Snowpuffs and their proud parents in tow.
Our rooster and chicken had done well in the chicken hop'npeck event and occasionally demonstrated their winning Olympic technique in their stadium entry.
Our duck contingent was quacking each other up with their many Olympic utterances. Herman Duckville was impressed that Canadians knew how to party as well as his friends in New Orleans. Captain Ahab had by now gotten over his cold but still kept his name since it was a good joke.
They had even convinced Afquack to join them. What a honor! Never one to duck an opportunity, Afquack came with his snowboard. He was a true Olympic media hero.
Our armadillo and Ermadillo only had eyes for each other and had to be reminded later by the others what transpired at the closing ceremony. Something about a bunch of singing in Russian.
Did they know any animals in Russia? They'd all realized they enjoyed a good party. They'd all have to start practicing adding sky and skaya at the end of their utterances if they were to consider meeting up at the next Olympics.
Herman Duckville thought he'd try a practice run: Laissez qu-a-a-a-a-ckskaya les bons tempsky!! He might be the first duck ever to quack Frenchian!
Our raccoon brought up the rear guard with his kam-korder which was his finest acquisition during the raccoon garbage rummaging event, and he was making sure to have as much of the closing events rekorded as possible.
He even managed to rekord a few seagulls who flew into the stadium who had participated in the mo'gulls event and decided to stay on for the rest of the Olympics.
...............................................
There was a point at which our hunter decided to turn on the telly for a little bit of the closing Olympic events.
Spotting the animals during the athletes' entrance, he rubbed his tired eyes, then looked again. He could swear that raccoon, that possum, that armadillo there, that chicken - that group! - he could swear he'd seen them before!
His girlfriend had chided him during his confessions of mental confusion, including his viewing of the animals at the superbowl halftime. She had exclaimed to him then: So why don't you go see a hypnotist and get to the source of your crazy visions?!
At this point, he was ready to consider doing just that in the week to come. That, or undergo a mental check-up at a local hospital...
As he continued to watch the closing ceremonies, he thought, well, his crazy visions truly weren't that much different from the giant beavers and giant flying moose and canoes with dancing duos in them or the flying maple leaf lady butterflies - maybe it was time to laugh a little about all the craziness...
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Posted by kam (Member # 3410) on :
That was fun. I was so glad to see that the Chicken was still out and about for March.
The luck of the Irish I guess.
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
I c our story has crossed over to page 3.
The menagerie wants to offer special thanks to Kam, their winter Olympics sponsor, who had the foresight to send them all there.
All are tired right now from all the Vancouver partying. And trying to stay out of the way of all the exuberant human hockey fans. After a few days of rest, they will decide where they wish to go next.
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
Lymetoo, "Mobylimic"--that is too funny on many levels.
Second thought, that's not funny at all
Seriously, Lymetoo and gotta add ours truly Robin123--creative geniuses at work!
--"maybe it was time to laugh a little about all the craziness" was the last thought Mr. Hunter remembered before dozing off, then the dream began.
THAT GROUP was gathered around him chanting,
"Laugh a little, laugh a lot, it will keep you sane in the days, if not years, ahead."
And in that place between fully awake and fully asleep he
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
asked the menagerie, "I really shouldn't tell you who I am and what I do, but how do I know you all?"
The chicken said,
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
"You will have many roads to cross."
And then the hunter woke up. What did THAT mean?
Posted by kam (Member # 3410) on :
Take the road less traveled?? I heard it made all the difference....at least for one chicken.
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
It seemed like a strange saying to wake up to, "Take the road less traveled??? I heard it made all the difference...atleast for one chicken" and Mr. Hunter pondered what it could mean.
Then thought, "Oh, yeah, I remember taking that class a few years back, "Dreams and their interpretations." I got to dig out that book.
Where did I put it anyway? Hmmm. With that he got up and
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
continued mumbling, "You will have many roads to cross." Then thought, "Surely there is some hidden meaning. I don't understand the way I've been feeling lately. It is so bizarre, so strange. I'm just not myself lately.
Now where did I put that book and my notes? My memory seems to be going and I ... "
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
"I think I could use a drink."
The hunter went into the kitchen but couldn't remember where he kept the beer. He stood there, then sat down at the table to munch on an apple there.
He put his head in his hands. Just then the phone rang. Now, where is that phone, he wondered. Locating it in the other room, he grabbed it and said, "Hello, who's calling?"
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
"Who's calling?"
"Hunt, it's me Joe. Glad ya back in town man, missed hanging out. Hey, hey, hey March Madness in the air. Tomorrow night official picks, and I was hoping we could get together Tuesday and watch some BB? What do you think?"
"Joe? Umm, uhh, what did you say, 'Official ticks? Madness?'" Then Hunt thought to himself, "How did he know about this madness I've been going through this month?"
"Hunt you there? You don't sound too good? You ok? Or you got a touch ...
Posted by map1131 (Member # 2022) on :
Now that it's March. Don't you guys think that chicken needs to participate in March Madness and NCAA basketball?
After all it did the olympics.
Pam
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
"Maybe a touch of some strange virus," mumbled Hunt, "but I'd like to join you for a little preview watching. How about not in a bar this year, but my place? It'll be a little quieter."
"Hunt, you don't sound like your old rowdy self. Remember how wild we were last year?" Joe felt concerned about the change in his friend.
................................................
Our menagerie had rested up after their Olympic feats, and had crossed many roads back into the states. They weren't sure where they were exactly; they knew they were somewhere in the northwest.
They all decided they'd like to have their own go of it during March Madness, each in their own way, of course.
The raccoon moseyed out a basketball from a nearby field.
Herman Duckville and Captain Ahab quacked up watching their raccoon friend try to bounce it. "You're not supposed to roll it!" they exclaimed. "Watch us!" as they tossed it back and forth with their bills.
Our chicken and rooster didn't know what to make of such a large object and opted for peck-dribbling of small pebbles, the goal being to get them to the other side of the road they were near. They called it pebbling. It was a new answer to why they were crossing the road this week.
The white-footed mouse was still proudly carting its Olympic Golden Cheese award along - which was shrinking gradually, of course, after each mealtime snacking.
The cheese crumbs were easy to bounce along. It might even be able to challenge the chicken and rooster in their own menagerie March Madness madcap play-off...
Our armadillo and Ermadillo met a new armadillo friend, Pamadillo. She had the latest version of the 1131 Pam-korder with her, so the three of them began to map out an area for recording the antics of their crew.
This was all too much for the possums. They did NOT have this kind of energy. "We're going to be couch potato-possums!" they exclaimed, as they dropped to the ground, demonstrating their best couch potato-possum physique.
And Moby Tick and his friends? They had feasted very well in Vancouver! They reconvened on their favorite US mo'gull which flew them back to be with their friends. They had their own ideas for what to do for March Madness...
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Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
Robin123, Couldn't wait to read your post. You sure have the right name--"Round Robin, Robin123"--ENJOYED YOUR READ TODAY!!!! How fun and funny. I got my endorphin fix. Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Thx, Daisy!! You know, the hunter just overheard you and he doesn't know what to make of it! An astounding auditory hallucination, don't you think? He doesn't know he's a character in a story. What shall we do about this?
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
"Last year was fun, Joe, I look forward to getting together, later man". Hunt hung up the phone.
My dreams sure been weird lately, nothing like I used to dream about (used to enjoy 'em!!). Now it's raccoons, ducks, mice, chickens and roosters, other critters and all those ticks.
Huh? What? I could of swore I heard a voice in my head, something about robins and daisies, get your endorphin fix? Crazy. I'm going crazzzzeee. It IS Madness!!!! And I feel like someone is watching me and writing about my every move. It all started right after that last hunting trip.
Been staying away from my computer as my eyes been bothering me so much; but, maybe "google" can help me out.
Slowly Hunt walked over to his desk and sat down. He rubbed his eyes and thought about what to type. OK, so ummmm...
Hunt didn't know much about the first two - really didn't know what they meant, and a headache's a headache, he thought, but whoa - wait a minute - brain tumor - now THAT sounded scary -
after all, his brain WAS playing tricks on him, what with hearing conversations he wasn't even a part of - maybe he ought to check in with the nearest hospital on that one.
But first, realizing that today was St Pat's day, he thought he'd go meet Joe somewhere on Plum Island and douse his recent troubles in some green beer...
................................................
Our menagerie in the Northwest also thought they'd party a little - after all, they could possibly find some beer spilled by all those humans they'd come to respect for all their impressive partying ways -
Posted by map1131 (Member # 2022) on :
Was that lyme green beer?
Watch out for ticks/vector in Plum Island, the place where our he!! began. IMO
Pam
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Everyone enjoyed their lyme green beer, altho Joe noticed his friend was visibly more tired than he remembered him. Joe agreed with Hunt that he ought to go to the hospital soon and get things checked out, maybe get an MRI done.
Let's put it this way - some drunken humans caught sight of some drunken animals and howled at the sight of the tipsy armadillos and raccoon lurching between some piles of tossed-out extra corned-beef - or was it just THEIR beer? No one could tell for sure -
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
but everyone was happy, VERY HAPPY, for the moment--laughing, hooting and howling it up.
Who would ever guessed that...
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Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
the ticks had arrived on the scene...watch out March Madness - have we got a madness for you in store -
Tick play-offs began - The object was to score the most human bites within the alloted bite time. The most successful tick teams would advance...
Posted by lymemomtooo (Member # 5396) on :
And some of the opossums made it to the East Coast and met up with, of all things some skunk friends. Later, they went in many different directions but most were not successful crossing the roads. May they rest in peace. Perhaps their friends, while celebrating March Madness will have a moment of reflection for them.
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
There were many ticks that did not make it either--much to the delight of posters on Lymenet Flash. No moment of reflection is planned for the ticks.
According to "Know The Enemy" thread started by 17Hens...
"A good way to keep ticks in check is by having guinea hens, ducks, and chickens
(in that order)
as they have a remarkable effect in the reduction of ticks. It's like having a little tick killing army!!"
Furthermore the thread reads:
"Did you know opossums kill about 2000 ticks a day? They swallow them as they groom themselves. And their stomach acid is strong enough to kill even the toughest ticks!"
And that raises the question of--whom is feasting off of whom?
In the meantime, March Madness continues with...
Posted by TxCoord (Member # 9204) on :
What do Cajuns call armadillos?
Possum on the half shell.
How many Cajuns does it take to eat a possum?
Two, one to eat the possum, one to direct traffic around him.
How many marines does it take to change a light bulb?
None. Marines ain't afraid of the dark!
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Daisy has brought up the very reason WHY our ticks do not conduct their March Madness games within sight of the menagery, or any menagery except for small critters, humans and their pets.
And what use did our Cajun friends devise for opossum roadkill? Why, harvesting their stomach acid for killing ticks! One to harvest, the other to direct traffic kind of thing. Thus possums that did not make it became martyrs for a cause, lymemomtoo -
Our ticks were ready for their first go-round: Moby Tick, Who Dat, Who Me, Who Me, Eh? and Who Me? Sorry (those last two were newfound Canadian tick friends) battled with
Bite U, Got U, On U, Infecting U and Poor U
They got a point if the target was close. Two points for middle distance. And three points for far away.
The clock was ticking, and each side did their best to find all the scrumptious creatures they could.
Poor U bit the dust when he got groomed. With one member downed, Moby Tick's team advanced to the regionals. They might need the help of a flying friend again to get there. Or then again, maybe call in the Marines...
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
March Madness Am-in-als report
Our raccoon played against a local raccoon, the object being to dump the basketball into the trash as often as possible, AND to go trashing at the same time.
Our raccoon was a pretty experienced traveler by this time, and had no problem deftly pawing the ball in the trash nor in delighting in the items he found there. So he would advance.
Herman Duckville and Captain Ahab were up for the challenge - after all, they were Olympian quick-quackers! They excelled at giving each other quick quacks about how to pass the ball, and they too fit the bill for ducking successfully around their opponents.
Our rooster and chicken had practiced their newfound sport of pebbling, which consisted of peck-dribbling small pebbles across the road when it wasn't occupied by some gargantuan roaring alien metal machines.
Fowls were called many times on the chickens for bumping into each another while trying to cross the road while pebbling.
But once again, our pair did well since they had benefitted from all their national and international road crossings.
The mouse's Golden Cheese basketball did shrink some more during the tournament, as it leaked crumbs all over the field. The mouse still had enough of it remaining though to continue on.
Our three armadillos pam-korded as many of the events as they could.
The possums, well, they were couch-potato possums and followed the brackets for the various menagery competitions.
"We guessed right!" they exclaimed. "We're all experienced travelers, we know how to make it through any hoops now, and we're all advancing to the regionals!"
And they lay back in delight, contemplating another watchful week...
Meanwhile, Hunt had gotten together with his friend to watch some of the games. But he had a hard time following the speedy action of the ball and remembering which teams were winning.
He asked his friend, "Have you ever had any strange fatigue or difficulty following events at all?"
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Hunt wondered why his friend laughed so hard ( ) when Hunt garbled his words, saying stuff like the doubleA NC and March Madcaps and bracketball - yes, he even said that when he meant to say basketball.
Didn't his friend understand he might have a brain tumor?? Hunt had already gone ahead and made an appointment with a neurologist.
Oh, and just in case any of you remember our cranes, they are still in the New Orleans area, and they too are March Madness fans. They discovered a bar with high sight lines and have been perching so that they crane their necks at just the right angle to catch some of the action.
They especially enjoyed any games with scoring running neck and neck.
They mused about it all a little, thinking that if cranes were to play the game, it would be a slam dunk. Human basketball would not be a challenging crane game. Maybe that's why there were no organized March Crane Madness games.
Ima Crane said to Mr Crane, "Don't you just love these humans for all their wonderful sports?! The SuperBowl, where we met; the winter Olympics, which, granted, we didn't get to but we know the human species enjoyed, and now March Madness. What next with this species?"
Mr Crane replied, "Well, Ima, if we had been able to get to the Olympics, I'm a certain you and I would have outstood any other crane pair there!"
Ima queried, "You mean like any standing leagues for the sport even?"
Mr Crane confirmed her comment. And they went back to craning their necks to catch some more semifinals action.
Posted by Topaz (Member # 20216) on :
You have mad writing skillz, Robin. Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
quote:Originally posted by Topaz: You have mad writing skillz, Robin.
Topaz, you got that right!! I look forward to reading this thread and seeing the brilliance "ours truly Robin123" has up her sleeve to share with us next.
As always, I am delighted and
What an imagination you got Robin. Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Strange voices going through his head, Our hunter 'mongst the daisies(rlb)* - "I keep hearing mumble jumble - Have I got the crazies?
I must be going mad these daise I feel like such a spaz - 'Mad writing skillz, az I wuz sayin' - from someone named Topaz?!"
*daisies(rlb) - tickipedia: to be in the daisies(rlb) is a colloquial phrase for "Real Live Bait"; tick repellent advised.
Posted by Topaz (Member # 20216) on :
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
*daisies(rlb) - tickipedia: to be in the daisies(rlb) is a colloquial phrase for "Real Live Bait";
tick repellent advised
OR Au Natural Musk of Opossum Stowmuk Juus Never leave home without ick!
Topaz is a special, precious gem, The most precious bird is the Robem, (ok, give me a break Robin123 ) The Daisy is very precious on a stem, Also are TxCoord, Lymemomtoo, map1131, and kam...
Hunt heard the words over, and over, again.
My friend, "Help, did you hear what THEY said?" Where are you, please, lead me to my bed. Hello, anyone out there? Where is Fred? What's going on, oh no, this I dread!!
Hunt...
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
heard this next:
Ogden Nashed his teeth a bit - "Tom Lehrer", he said, "You there?" "No, I'm visiting Lewis Carroll, And Alice and her hare.
We're in a hole today, you see, And reading Dr Seuss..." "HELP!!" our hunter cried, "My mind is getting loose!"
Then he...
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
quote:Originally posted by daisyrlb: *daisies(rlb) - tickipedia: to be in the daisies(rlb) is a colloquial phrase for "Real Live Bait";
tick repellent advised
OR Au Natural Musk of Opossum Stowmuk Juus Never leave home without ick!
(ok, give me a break Robin123 )
Ok, Daisyrlb, I'll give you a break! It's just that the hunter ended up in the field.
Daisy(rlb) - tickipedia - to be a daisy(rlb) means to flower with Really Live Banter.
Do you like that, or can you come up with something more to your liking?
You may have just come up with an ad for our new opossum tick repellent - au, au, au!
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Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Then he...
had to wait as one of his chroniclers decided it was time to print the first MOBY TICKIPEDIA,
with an explanation of many of the terms and characters, with appearance courtesies, in what was supposed to be about the chicken crossing the road,
but kinda digressed in an unforeseen manner...(thx, or sorry, Lymetoo!!)
************THE FIRST MOBY TICKIPEDIA*************
ADVENTURES OF MOBY TICK, THE (AMT) - an ongoing online Lymenetters round-robin romp of a tale about a tick named Moby, his many tick friends and animal acquaintances, plus one still clueless infected hunter named Hunt and his human acquaintances.
AM-IN-ALS - Our menagery in this ongoing tale. Courtesy of Just Don!!
AM-IN-ALS' PICS - Images of our various menagery members. Thanks to Carol in PA and Kam!!
AU NATURAL MUSK OF OPOSSUM STOWMOK JUUS (DON'T LEAVE HOME WITHOUT ICK!) - new tick repellent slogan; a really nice way of trying to get folks used to the idea that opossum stomach acid can kill ticks, if anyone wants to pick up on this probably as-yet unexploited tick repellent. Courtesy of sponsor Daisyrlb!!
(However, caution advised: to be procured only from possums that didn't make it across the road, as we will not permit any possums to be intentionally harmed in the making of this product) ..................................................
CHARACTERS (SO FAR) IN THE ADVENTURES OF MOBY TICK:
AFQUACK - winter Olympics snowboarding duck media star. Courtesy of NBC Sports!! And Robin123!!
ARMADILLO - an original member of the animal menagery who learned from the initial chicken how to cross the road. Courtesy of daisyrlb!!
BOB BIRDIN - Chicken, McNugget's chicken friend, who's escaping along with his friend from factory confines to potentially connect with baseball season somewhere... Courtesy of Robin123!! And Chicken thread originator, Bob Burton!!
CANADIAN GIRLY GOOSE - made a brief appearance on the ice at the winter Olympics, but stomped off in a huff and hasn't been heard from since. Courtesy of Sk8ter!!
CAPTAIN AHAB - duck who originally had a cold (Ahab a cold); captain of the duck quick-quacking team, together with Herman Duckville, at the winter Olympics. Courtesy of Robin123!!
CHICKEN - the road-crossing menagery member who started it all. Thx to sponsor Lymetoo!! And our eternal thx to Bob Burton, who road the original chicken sketch!!
CHICKEN MCNUGGET - still waiting to escape from his factory confines so he too can cross the road and go on adventures. Courtesy of Robin123!! (Update 4/14/10: oh wait - he's getting out. Watch for frequent tickipedia editing...)
CHICKEN, THAT OLE - A chicken that realizes its potential mate may be on the other side of the road. Courtesy of Randibear!!
CHICKEN, THAT OLE, take 2 - Any chicken who forgets what all that fuss was about. Courtesy of Just Don!!
DOCTORS - Hunt the hunter's doctors - GP, eye specialist, etc, who can't figure out what's wrong with him. Courtesy of several here!!
ERMADILLO - partner of Armadillo; met at the winter Olympics. Courtesy of Robin123!!
GREGORY PECK - The chickens' idol, who graciously gave them all chicken scratch autographs. Courtesy of Snailhead!!
HERMAN DUCKVILLE - duck, from Texas; transport for our ticks from the Superbowl to the winter Olympics. Olympian quick-quacking champion along with Captain Ahab. Courtesy of Rob
HOOPING CRANES - basketball naturals from Hoopapalooza U; put on a March Madness exhibition game at the Am-in-al Arena in Indianapolis. Courtesy of Robin123!!
HUNT - A still-clueless, infected hunter from Plum Island. Courtesy of Dekrator!! And Daisyrlb!!
HUNT'S GIRLFRIEND - Worried about his deteriorating health. Courtesy of Robin123!!
IMA CRANE - partner of Mr Crane; met at the Superbowl in New Orleans. Courtesy of Sutherngirl!!
JOE: Hunt's friend on Plum Island. Courtesy of daisyrlb!!
KWHAM - A wild turkey, newly arrived in the story. Recuperating here after a rough encounter with glass windows in a General Support post. May need glasses. Courtesy of Maddog!!
MAMA POSSUM - showed up in a pic with her brood, hooked up with Mr Possum. Courtesy of Daisyrlb and Carol in PA!!
MARINES: They won't change a lightbulb because they're not afraid of the dark. Courtesy of TXCoordinator!!
MOBY TICK: Our tick protagonist who escaped from Plum Island to have merry adventures crossing many roads with his many friends. He offers many thanks to his sponsor, Emla999, as well as his initiator, Robin123!!
MOUSE, WHITE-FOOTED - Early menagery companion. Winner of the winter Olympics Golden Cheese. Online photo. Courtesy of Carol in PA!!
MR. CRANE: transport for our ticks to the Superbowl. Courtesy of Sutherngirl!!
MR. POSSUM: original member of the menagery. Received Lymenetters' vote of confidence that he could indeed make it across the road. Otherwise, he'd only have been communicating with all from his iPos. Courtesy of Lymemomtoo!!
OFF-TOPIC/OFF-ROAD - The tale being moved from General Support to Off Topic. Courtesy of 6goofy!! Then Just Don!!
PAMADILLO - Armadillo, possessor of the 1131 Pam-Korder, used for rekording menagery March Madness sporting events. Thx to map1131 (Pam) for sponsoring the menagery's March Madness adventures!! Courtesy of Robin123!!
POLITICKS - Some ticks at the winter Olympics, with an agenda. Courtesy of Sk8ter!!
POSSUMS - Mr Possum, Mama Possum and Baby Possums (with online photo; baby possums are winter Olympics Snowpuff champs, March Madness couch-potato possums and baseball season bases);
also Cajun possums, possum on the half-shell, possums who didn't make it across the road (this entry is made in their memory). Courtesy of several here!!
PEBBLING - The chicken's March Madness sport of peck-dribbling pebbles across the road when safe to do so.
QUICK-QUACK DUCKS - Competitors in the duck quick-quack competition at the winter Olympics. French ducks, Chinese ducks, First Nations Duck, Canadian Duck, The Dux,
Captain Ahab, Herman Duckville, Donald Duck, Daisy Duck, Rubber Ducky, Gary Larson Duck, Hanging Duck, Upside-down Hanging Duck, etc. Courtesy of Robin 123!!
RACCOON - Original menagery member. Courtesy of Robin123!!
ROOSTER - Menagery member. Crosses roads with our Chicken. Courtesy of Just Don!!
ROUND ROBIN 123 - chief initiator of the round robin AMT tale. Couldn't do this without y'all!!
SUZY SWAN (Russian, from Swan Lake) - made a brief entrance at the winter Olympics. Maybe she'll be back in four years... Courtesy of Sk8ter!!
TICKS - Allova the place...
... - the original ticks, comprised of Moby and two tick friends. Courtesy of Robin123!!
U TICKS - defeated tick team in the menagery March Madness first tick play-offs. Bite U, Got U, Infected U, On U and Poor U (may he rest in pieces).
VALENTICK'S DAY - February 14 at the winter Olympics with the ticks (love at first bite) and the rest of the am-in-als.
WAITRESS - tries to befriend Hunt. Courtesy of Dekrator and Daisyrlb!!
WHO ME - tick from New Orleans. Courtesy of Robin123!!
WHO DAT - tick from New Orleans. Courtesy of Sutherngirl!!
WHO ME, EH? - Canadian tick from the winter Olympics. Courtesy of Robin123!!
WHO ME, SORRY - Canadian tick from the winter Olympics. Courtesy of Robin123!!
CROSSING THE ROAD - to travel on foot, paw, footpads, tiny little legs, via wings. And yes, ticks do cross state lines, and sometimes international ones too. Thanks to our sponsor, Lymetoo!! (Little did she know...
Bill Clinton: I did not have anything to do with this group!)
DAISY(RLB) - to flower with Real Live Banter. (Definition might be subject to change. We await a confirmation from our sponsor)(Update: accepted!)
HOLIDAY INN EXPRESS - where Lymetoo and her husband stay sometimes, also where our duck pair enjoyed a swim in their outdoor pool. Courtesy of Lymetoo!!
IXODES AZURICUS - possibly a newly discovered tick species, if no one else has ever reported such; characterized by a blue-colored exoskeleton. Courtesy of Robin123!!
KAM-KORDER - Rekorder of the winter Olympics, courtesy of Kam, the menagery winter Olympics sponsor!!
MENAGERY - an open, free-flowing group of bipeds, 4-footeds, 6-footeds and 8-footeds who cross roads together in The Adventures of Moby Tick.
MOBYLIMIA (also the condition of being Mobylimic) - the practice of tick regurgitation at the winter Olympics in order for the ticks to enjoy as many Olympic visitors as possible.
1131PAMKORDER- Official pamkorder of the menagery March Madness am-in-al hoop-la, in honor of their sponsor, map1131 (Pam)!!
TICK ME OUT TO THE BALL GAME - tick baseball song, with a couple verses. Courtesy of Kam and Robin 123!!
TOO MUCH FUN, HAVING - what Lymenetters partecipating in the AMT round robin tick tale might get accused of. Sometimes accompanied by a
TOPAZ: the practice of substituting z'z for s's at the endz of wordz. Courtesy of Topaz!!
TRIP SPONSORS: Escape from Plum Island (Emla999); trip to the Superbowl (Dekrator); trip to the Vancouver winter Olympics (Kam); March Madness (Daisyrlb and map1131); and now, spring baseball season (lymemomtoo). Thx, all, for taking this tale where no tale has gone before...!!
(NOTE: If there is any Lymenetter participant who would like an entry here regarding their partecipation, or recalls a left-out character or vocabulary phrase, please let this chronicler know!! - Robin123)
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The original question, re-asked in the 100th post, by Just Don, and answered by Lymetoo, the originator of this whole gosh darn thread that is now a whale of a tale:
Q. WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?
A. WHAT CHICKEN?
Good question!! Good answer!! Thanks to sponsor Lymetoo!! Finally, enlightenment!!
And in the 200th post, our thread sponsor Lymetoo let us know that the originator of the chicken thread, Bob Burton, passed away early April 2010 - reminding us to appreciate our humorists for the gift of laughter they continue to give to all -
[ 04-21-2010, 11:26 PM: Message edited by: Robin123 ]
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Finally, Hunt could
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
Robin123 you have out done yourself--and that is really hard to do.
I enjoyed, to the fullest, every chuckle, every hearty laugh as I read the above.
You write, "DAISY(RLB) - to flower with real live banter. (Definition might be subject to change. We await a confirmation from our sponsor)."
Oh, yeah, I like that! Nothing like "REAL" and "LIVE", as for "BANTER" . Anyway, Daisies are subject to change, only because they are very adaptable, they have to be. It is the way God made Daisies to help them adjust readily to the elements.
Finally, Hunt could
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
Finally, Hunt could be alone. In one way Hunt didn't want to be alone, but in another he was glad that Fred, errr, Joe had left. The head noises, those crazeee rymzzzze had calmed down. He decided to go outside.
He walked out back and into the open field, laid down on the grass, and looked up at the night sky. It was beautiful. Suddenly there was a flash of light, he turned just in time to watch a falling star as it made its way to the earth. "Haven't seen a falling star in such a long time."
Hunt continued staring at the sky for a long time. It was a beautiful moonlit night and the stars were twinkling overhead. It was so peaceful. "Peace--that's what I need, that's what I want" and he fell asleep.
Hunt slept all through the night. When he woke he was laying in a field of Daisies. There were Robins everywhere and they were chirping and singing, seemingly, in harmony. The sky was a beautiful blue topaz color.
Hunt wondered if he had died and gone to heaven.
He heard a noise behind him...
Posted by Topaz (Member # 20216) on :
Ooh, the suspense.
*thumbs up*
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
...he looked around and realized he had woken up in a hunting safari field in Kenya full of African daisies, robins and topaz, and there was a monkey in suspenders sitting there with two thumbs up, laughing at him...
You gotta be kiddin' me if you thought I was gonna pass THIS date up!
Our raccoon decided he was tired of garbage rummaging and from now on would order pizza in -
The rooster and hen decided they were tired of pecking at everything in sight. Time for chicken IV drips.
The possums decided they would get up and boogie instead of dropping to the ground, and to prove it, they did the Possum Prance.
The armadillos decided they wanted to skateboard in order to travel a little faster down roads -
The white-footed mouse thought it would be nice to change its foot coloring to something more interesting and chose mauve for its first foray into foot fashion -
Herman Duck Duckville and Captain Ahab decided they wanted to fool chickens into thinking THEY were chickens crossing the road,
so last thing I saw them doing was practicing the chicken strut and quacking up over their attempts to fool a chicken -
Ima Crane and Mr Crane realized they were tired of standing and so joined a sit-down strike called for the day -
Greece made a special salutation for all its chickens that were crossing Rhodes today -
The ticks all kidded one another that they were giving up blood for the time being and water would be good enough.
Well, the pizza delivery never made it, so the famished raccoon ate everyone, but soon experienced a bad case of Mobylimia and regurgitated all, so we're all good to go for tomorrow!!
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Tomorrow has arrived!
Announcing the addition of a new menagery member, a wild turkey named Kwham, courtesy of Maddog, who quickly nursed him back to health after he crashed through the windows of Maddog's A-frame.
Just Don says the turkey crossed the road, so he understands what this site is all about -
just be gentle with Kwham for a few days while he recovers. Thx.
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Well, the menagery took a vote and decided they wanted to go to where the final March Madness action will be, in Indianapolis.
So the ticks boarded their duck friends and a few gulls who had gone to the Mo'Gulls Flash event in Vancouver, and they're on their way.
And being the champions from the Northwest region, they will play in the finals.
Our am-in-als are also enroute as well. They hopped aboard an empty trailer truck headed east. They are in champion brackets too and are practicing their best offense/defense techniques, whatever that means for each species.
Even the possums landed proudly in a bracket - for best couch-potato possums.
Our newest member, Kwham, the wild turkey, is recuperating from his encounter with the windows (still feeling like a basket case) and gobbling up news of past travel history and escapades of his comrades:
from Plum Island to the Superbowl to the Vancouver winter Olympics to the Northwest and now on to Indianapolis for March Madness showdowns.
So now they
Posted by Topaz (Member # 20216) on :
LOL...I just love your play on words.
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
...I'm with you Topaz.
(Robin playing Chopin, Daisy playing Chopsticks. Daisy having fun like a kid)
Laughter does good like medicine. Just had another dose. Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
While enroute to Indianapolis, the menagery happened to hear about a March Madness tale of a different kind across the big sea, in a town near Stratford-On-Avon, called Play-On-Words.
This March Madness copy-cat game was comprised of international word team elimination rounds.
Results for the semi-finals, with Robin (very Brit-ish) playing Chopin (Polish/French team): the Polish/French Chopin team won with their most melodious word improvs.
The second semi-final pair play-off between Daisy (a small rural country team) and Chopsticks (representing China) resulted in a win by Daisy, with all kinds of countryside flower song lyrics.
We await the final match with Daisy playing Chopin! And we hope kids have fun watching, as they are always our next generation...
So, finally arriving in Indianapolis, our Northwestern region menagery champs made their way to the downtown canal area to wash up.
They were surprised to see the water with such a deep blue color! When they re-emerged from their baths, all had a slight blue tinge!
Armadillo, Ermadillo and Pamadillo now sported blue shells.
The white-footed mouse, now blue-footed, scampered around, giggling over its new foot fashion.
The possoms thought it all in fun to look like like light blue puffs for a change. They laughed at the raccoon's face mask, now blue.
Now, there WAS such a thing as blue-colored ducks, but blue CHICKENS? Whoever saw such a thing? Ha!
Kwham the wild turkey had rested up during the midwest truck transport and was starting to strut around a little.
He took a bob in the canal and when he re-emerged, his red wattle had turned purple! The others laughed.
He thought, this is a bit of an odd experience, but for now, I'll hang with this amusing flock. They sure seem to know how to party!
Then the am-in-als saw their first blue bulldog go by, and then their first blue human, with blue horns, and they thought - what another marvelous party city! Indianapobluis, here we come!
As the menagery made its way to the Am-in-al Arena, they gave passing blue bulldogs wide berth, since they had heard a thing or two about bulldogs and weren't about to test their host friendliness out, blue or not.
Now, Moby Tick and his friends, having been graciously transported by the ducks and a few Mo'gulls, blue into town, landing at Lucas Stadium for their prospective game fun.
They were excited by the idea of so many humans so close together again, just like at their previous human sporting events. They LOVED human games!
And Hunt, what had he been up to?
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
Hunt rubbed his eyes in disbelief, is this for real--a monkey staring at me with thumbs up?!
Am I actually in Kenya getting ready to join a hunting safari? I sure hope so!!!!
If this is a dream, I do not want to wake up.
Yahoooooo, ol' Hunt is going on the hunting expedition of a lifetime...
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Our ticks had a wonderful time in the stands, what with all the humans mesmerized by the close scoring that just didn't let up.
Those Bulldogs and Blue Devils are our heros tonite, they exclaimed, wishing that the clock's ticking would go on forever.
Our blue menagery had its fun playing against the other blue-sportin' furred/scaled/feathered opponents, at first, but then
there was a major ruckus - so many fowls were called on the fowls that they all agreed they wouldn't peck apart the scores and just have a free-for-all.
When word got around about the fowl-up, everyone decided they would just have champion fun with one another.
You never saw so many blue raccoons bouncing through garbage, as gleeful as when they were young'uns.
Or so many blue-footed mice passing cheese bits to each other.
Or so many purple-wattled turkeys gobbling up the chance to kick a ball around the court.
Or so many blue ducks assisting each other with their noisy quacking.
Or so many blue armadillos waddling back and forth between offense and defense, and yes, they too could cross the court line and did so many, many times.
Or so many blue opossums keeping score. We're point guards too! they exclaimed happily. Oh they were all such splendid blue couch-potato possums together, dropped on their Hoosier couches.
And to top it off, they had a very special surprise - blue Hooping Cranes from Hoopapalooza U showed up to deliver an exhibition game -
dive-bombing the baskets with small bits of garbage, almost always making the shot
unless there happened to be a mid-air meeting, in which case a most certain fowl was called and they had to remain the rest of the time on the ground, helping the possums.
Unbeknownst to them, a news camera had caught a little of the animal action, and gave it to the late-night news for a little fun. Blue animals indeed!!
................................................
And that's where we pick up our Hunt story, because, as convinced as he was that he was in Kenya on his way to shoot some big game in fields of daisies and topaz and robins,
he also happened to turn on the telly and what did he see, besides the report of the game, but some footage of -- what, THOSE ANIMALS AGAIN? That blue chicken, that blue armadillo, that blue opossum, that blue raccooon cavorting with others?
He could recognize that group anywhere, even with a color makeover. But still he couldn't place where he had seen them originally.
He would make sure to tell the safari tour guide about this and inquire as to whether the tour guide had ever seen such behavior in animals before.
Hunt
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
had to wait as we report in on the rest of March Madness, where huskies outbarked the red cardinals gathered in San Anton,
and ticks from the southern area enjoyed their meals with a little hot sauce thrown in for good measure
And Daisy played Chopin, both with plenty of flowery technique, and declared to be a draw.
Ok, Hunt
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
It blue everyone's minds as they watched and listened to the melodious word improvs. What fun! There were lots of blueppers providing plenty of laughs.
It was obvious that Robin's rendition of Brit-ish Chopin was clearly the winner. Yet, being such a humblue and gracious team player, Robin blue kisses to the Polish/French Chopin team as they were proclaimed the winner.
Surprising, especially to Daisy, was making it to the semi-finals at all, but to defeat the Chopsticks caused Daisy to bluesh.
Robin123 shares in the above post, "And Daisy played Chopin, both with plenty of flowery technique, and declared to be a draw" and this is exactly how it went down:
Daisy wasted no time in preparing for "Chopin in D--aisy" (small rural country style flowery technique) inspired by the statement Robin so appropriately bluerted, "they (children) are always our next generation." Daisy had all the children gather around her and each was given a daisy along with instructions of what to do next.
Daisy pulled one petal off of the daisy she held in her hand and said, "Loves me" then tossed the petal in the air and watched it float to the ground. The children bluetifully followed along.
Daisy pulled the next petal off the daisy, "Loves me biggerest" and tossing the petal even higher, watched it swirl, this way and that, before it fell to the ground. The children did likewise.
Daisy pulled the next petal off the daisy, "Loves me always" tossed it and watched the petal fall and roll on the ground as the wind carried it round and round. The children copied.
Daisy pulled the next petal off the daisy saying, "Loves me forever" tossing the petal like a frisbee it darted a ways before falling to the ground. By this time the children were giggling as they followed along.
Daisy pulled the next petal, "Loves me with an everlasting love" and together Daisy and the children jumped up and down, and with hands high over head, tossed the last petal toward the sky just as a gust of wind carried all of the petals into the wild blue yonder. By this time everyone was giggling, children and adults alike chanting, "Love is the greatest of all" as they watched the daisy petals bluewing in the wind.
OK, Hunt was sure he saw a wild group of blue animals being chased by a blue devil.
"Where is my dog, Duke, and my hunting rifle?" he wondered, "I so want to go on a hunting expedition, granted this is different than I expected but...
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
The man who wrote this passed away last week. Please say a prayer for his family. His name was Bob Burton. He gave me special permission to use this in emails or whatever. ( I didn't know him personally, but he wrote this for a Christian publication that is produced locally. )
Sarah Palin: Before it got to the other side, I shot the chicken, cleaned and dressed it, and had chicken burgers for lunch.
Barack Obama: The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a change! The chicken wanted change!!
John McCain: My friends, that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.
Hillary Clinton: When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure from Day One that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn't about me.
George W. Bush: We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.
Dick Cheney: Where's my gun?
Colin Powell: Now, to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road. (or Gen Schwartzkopf)
Bill Clinton: I did not cross the road with that chicken. What is your definition of chicken?
Al Gore: I invented the chicken.
John Kerry: Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it. It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's intentions. I am not for it now and will remain against it.
Al Sharpton: Why are all of the chickens white? We need some black chickens.
Dr Phil: The problem we have here is that this chicken doesn't realize that he must first deal with the problem on this side of the road before it goes after the problem on the other side of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his current problems before adding new problems.
Oprah: Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross the road so badly. So, instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.
Nancy Grace: That chicken crossed the road because he's guilty!! You can see it in his eyes and in the way he walks.
Pat Buchanan: To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.
Dr. Seuss: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.
Grandpa: In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.
Barbara Walters: In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heart-warming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting and went on to accomplish its lifelong dream of crossing the road.
Aristotle: It is the nature chickens to cross the road.
Bill Gates: I have just released "eChicken2009," which will not only cross roads but will lay eggs,file your important documents and balance your checkbook. Internet Explorer is an integral part of "eChicken2009." This new platform is much more stable and will never crash or need to be rebooted.
Albert Einstein: Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?
Colonel Sanders: Did I miss one?
( the original purpose of this thread! )
May Bob rest in Peace!
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
And now we are all blue because Bob, the originator of this great thread, has gone to be with the big Chicken in the sky.
Thanks Lymetoo for not being chicken about sharing Bob's great sense of humor with us. We will continue to cross roads here in his honor.
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
Bob brought laughter to a world that is in such need of humor. The world was blessed by Bob.
The God of all comfort promises to be near the broken hearted. May Bob's family experience His presence in their time of need.
I know many people are praying, and we serve a faithful God who answers prayer.
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Bob had to have been a very special person!
Carry on, gang!
Posted by lymemomtooo (Member # 5396) on :
My sympathy to anyone that knew Bob. I think he would have enjoyed this story. It has given me smiles.
I haven't had time to enjoy the fun lately due to my daughter's critical symptoms of late but I do think the animals need to check out a new sport. Take me out to the ball game.
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Chicken McNugget had been hatching a plan to escape the confines of his factory farm for quite awhile. He had been doing some kicks and wing-flapping exercises,
and now seemed like the time, with spring baseball season here - he was ready for some action somehow, somewhere in the big wide open world -
He and his friend, Bob Birdin, made plans to be near the factory doors when they next opened and then to scoot out as quickly as they could...
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
...meanwhile
He (Hunt) heard a noise behind him...
as he lay on the hard ground. It was the sound of African drums. He could feel the sun's rays beating, beating, beating against his body (keeping rhythm with the drum beat). Hunt wiped the sweat from his brow. The sun was so bright he couldn't open his eyes, though he tried.
In the time it took to halfway sit up--Hunt had visions of being in Kenya on the hunting expedition of a lifetime, seen a wild group of blue animals (that he was sure he'd seen before). The blue animals were being chased by a blue devil. He wondered where Duke, his dog, had disappeared to and thought about looking for his hunting rifle for the exciting hunting trip he was about to embark on, though he thought, "granted this is different than I expected but"...
before he could fully sit up, he fell back to the ground. He had a splitting headache. He squinted his eyes and raised his head slowly. As his eyes began to focus, instead of daisies and robins which he fully expected to see, there was only dry, brown prairie grass extending all the way to the horizon.
"I have to get up," Hunt told himself. He rolled over to his belly, feeling dizzy and short of breath, and forced himself to his knees. His body ached. He stayed on his knees until he was steadied and felt he had the strength to stand. Slowly, so slowly he stood. The African drums still beating. Finally, he could turn around, toward the sound of the drums.
To Hunt's surprise it wasn't African drums at all, it was his back screen door slamming against the side of the house.
Hunt felt nauseated as he slowly walked toward the place he called home and
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
realized it was time to call the neurologist. But he couldn't remember where he put the phone book.
Then Duke bounded in, ready for chow. Only the odd thing was, Hunt couldn't remember where the dog food was.
What is happening to me, he wondered.
Duke was impatient. Hunt shut Duke in the living room while he hunted for the dog food and the phone book.
He found it ironic that these were the only kinds of items he seemed capable of hunting for these days, and even then, not doing too well at this game either.
Finally, he located the phone book - in the laundry room, next to some clothes - and the dog food, well, it was next to the milk in the refrigerator, but we won't tell anyone, will we, he thought, except maybe for - um - oh yeah, the neurologist -
So Duke got his meal while Hunt tried to remember the name of the doctor Joe had suggested to him.
It'll come to me, he thought -
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
It'll come to me, he thought...
Right now, I know what I want and need. Wonder if Joe is up for a ballgame?!!! Hunt began singing,
"Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd;
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don't care if I never get back.
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win, it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the old ball game."
Hunt was chuckling to himself and looking for his phone...
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Our menagery, rested up from all the March madness fun, decided to check out a local baseball field, since they knew this is what humans would celebrate next
and of course they were going to be a part of all such human sports party gatherings whenever and wherever they occurred.
Still blue from their bath in the blue-dyed canal in Indianapolis, they were now beginning to grow out new hair/scales/feathers, so starting to appear blue-edge tinged, a new fashion style for their respective species.
The main question was, did they know what to do with a baseball and a bat?
The raccoon enjoyed rolling said items around on the ground.
The chickens pecked at everything in sight.
The blue-and-white-footed mouse volunteered for scampering around the bases after the ball managed to get hit by
the armadillos, who used their tough hides against the softball bounced to them by our erstwhile duck team, Herman Duckville and Captain Ahab.
Some of the menagery decided they were better at being bases. This included the possums. All they had to do was drop into place.
"We just drop into base" they exclaimed, which quacked up the ducks.
Kwham the purple-wattled turkey was still grounded, since he was in recovery. He strutted about in the stands, taking in the sights of the human children's baseball field they had all discovered.
And Moby Tick and his tick pals? Some of them were now a shade of blue as well, having picked up blue dye from some of their celebrating March madness sports fans.
Could that qualify them as a new tick species? They pondered what a blue tick species might be called.
They spread out in the vastness of the grassy field to await whatever was to come along...
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
There they found that Great Bird in the Heavens, Bob. Bob has found this thread to be a funny one... and is glad he "started it all!"
You see, Bob was a devoted Christian.. so for sure he is reading this and laughing along with us!
( I did find out this morning that Bob died of cancer.... no more pain for him! )
So.. back to the blue ticks... of course, that is why those hounds are called Blue Tick hounds. Those blue ticks LOVE them because of their tasty blood.
AAAAOOOOOUUUUUUUU!!!! Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
It so happened that one of the blue ticks met up with a local blue tick hound frolicking in the field. Blue Hound's owner pulled Blue Tick out before it had fully embedded.
She took it in to her local vector control folks who took a look at it and scratched their heads over it, wondering if this was indeed a new tick species.
And if so, what would they call it? They thought about Ixodes Azuricus. Had a nice ring to it. But first they needed to find out if anyone else had ever reported a blue tick.
If they really had found a new tick species, they would be ready to party, along with Blue Hound and owner. AAAAOOOOOUUUUUUUU!!!!
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Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
Hunt thinks to himself, "To me it'll always be the great American past time!"
With that Hunt got a surge of energy and began dancing around the house, still looking for his phone, singing at the top of his lungs,
"Take me out to the ballgame"
AAAAOOOOOUUUUUUUU!!!! Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Azuricus..? I like that! Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
Are we having fun yet? Uhhhhh, yeah!!!!! Posted by kam (Member # 3410) on :
Take me out to the ball game
Take me out to the crowd
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks
(Feed me some pitchers and baseball jocks)
I don't care if I ever go back
For it is root root root for the home team
(For it is suck suck suck on the home team)
If they don't win it is a shame
For it is one two three strikes your out
(For it is one, two three ticks and your out)
At the old ball game
OK I know this is lame but couldn't seem to get my mind off of the song
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Very nice, Kam - not lame at all - wait - we're supposed to be lame if we have Lyme -
Moby Tick and friends could also sing:
Tick me out to the ball game, Tick me out with the crowd By me, some peanuts and crackerjack Yes I care that I ever come back
For it's root, root, root in the home team If they don't show, it's a shame, For it's one, two, three bites you're out At the ole ball game.
from the circus azuricus -
Daisy asks are we having fun yet? The ticks say Ohhhh yeah!
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
Hunt is dancing around, "No I'm not lame" and having a blast singing,
"Tick me out to the ball game... For it's one, two, three ticks you're out..."
then pauses..."Where did that come from?"
I'm having so much fun yet...TICKle my innards Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Kam... that was GREAT!! Posted by Carol in PA (Member # 5338) on :
Posted by Carol in PA (Member # 5338) on :
And where do blue ticks live?
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Carol - you outdid yourself today!!! I am still laughing - how do they get anyone to live in their properties?!
Blue Tick is big, too! and it looks like it glows in the dark - I bet it does - provides extra nightlight so you can see your way when stumbling through the house or out traipsing through the yard in the middle of the night -
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
I sure wouldn't put the word "tick" in any company I was associated with!!! Dumb!!
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
Robin, there is a method to Blue Tick Properties madness, no one would ever guess the truth.
Blue Tick Properties on Plum Island, operating under the guise of a real estate company (and with the approval of the United States government--although from the beginning it was made clear no paper trail would ever lead back to the government) top secret experiments that had begun during WWII continued.
Developing biological warfare weapons was a top priority as government officials realized the significance that biological warfare would play, if, there ever was a WWIII.
Wanting to get a head of other countries, the laboratory was opened under ground in secret chambers of the Blue Tick Property offices, unsuspecting to all visitors who came to the property. And with a name like Blue Tick Properties no one would ever guess. It was the perfect cover.
The experiments that took place were called the "Tick Borne Conspiracy". But something had gone terribly wrong. One of the Blue Ticks that had mutated through the years, and was now the size of a rat, had mysteriously disappeared from its cage.
Thanks to Carol a picture of the missing Blue Tick was distributed among those with top secret clearance. Lymetoo was not excited at all of being in the company of this mutated tick that had become a "wild animal" and donned her biological protective suit.
This large Blue Tick carried all kinds of dangerous and devastating diseases, ideal for biological warfare, that would greatly alter the lives of every person it came in contact with.
The professor, who oversaw the whole "Tick Borne Conspiracy", was informed of the escaped tick, he ordered an immediate lock down of the facilities.
The professor, along with the other scientists quickly...
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
spread the word that no one was ever to mention the escaped giant blue tick, except through hand signals, the B of Blue to be made by two cupped hand motions, and the T by crossing one hand's fingers with the other hand. A three-step hand motion, if you will.
The Blue Tick generated many blue ticks that spread throughout the land. Some glowed in the dark, like little ground blue fireflies.
No one ever knew that Blue Tick Properties was actually a secret chronicler of the locations of discovered blue ticks.
Sometimes blue ticks were located when guinea fowl began to glow blue, indicating their diet consisted of such ticks.
Blue Tick Properties was of course very interested in the fact that one had shown up in the Indiana baseball field.
The am-in-als, of course, were completely oblivious that they were in blue tick terrain...
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
daisy... you almost had me sucked in!! Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Didn't she sound good, L2? Daisy, the Blue Tick Chronicler - who knew?
Ah, the adventure of Blue Tick and company has crossed to off-topic pg 4 -
just to let you all know, there is a mutated giant Blue Tick on the loose, about the size of a rat, somewhere in a baseball field in Indiana...see its photo (courtesy of Carol in PA) on pg 3 for identification...
methinks they oughta be using their infrablue ticknology to locate it when it's glowing at night...
what should make it easier to locate is that any animal it bites also begins to glow an eerie translucent blue...
and also there are some Blue Tick real estate properties nearby - someone should check on their current activities -
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Joann the Blue Tick realtor was speaking to a group of prospective owners.
She noticed they had kids and held up one of their coffee table books, entitled "One Tick, Two Tick, Red Tick, Blue Tick".
She assured them that all Blue Tick properties came with complimentary reading like this story for kids,
and for adults, biz jokes and cartoons about being currently ticked off at blue chip stocks not performing as well as usual.
She offered guided tours of Blue Tick properties, explaining that the kids could go on blue tick treasure hunts while she was showing the property.
"Actually," she said, "we don't call it showing the property, but more like 'glowing the property' - just think of it as like having your own fireflies, but they're glowing on the ground - kids love it. Makes for a great glow-and-tell at school."
Posted by daisyrlb (Member # 15686) on :
Robin, great "Chopin" play on words. I love it!!! Been too busy, I'll be back playing "chopsticks style" soon!!!
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Daisy - don't know if you've noticed this, but the ticks have: chopsticks can = chops ticks - ticks with chops - a tick band - and if they play the blues, they're a blues tick band - a blue tick band - perfect for our story -
Ah was blue as I could be, out in that field - blue as I could be, out in that field, oh ah was blue as I could be, out in that field, a-dyeing, blue-dyeing for a new blood chops yield...
Posted by 2roads (Member # 4409) on :
IDSA-No, the chicken clearly didn't have lyme, it was run over!
John Edwards-..... the chicken crossed the road so I could sleep with it.
Sorry, just a few more...couldn't resist.........
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
IDSA - however, we have just issued our revised report and there is no road kill out there - everything is just fine -
John Edwards - the chicken crossed the road so I could have offspring with it...sorry - couldn't resist...
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
So did you all know that some of our erstwhile ticks made it on the backs of summer-travelling birds to S Africa for the World Cup play-offs?
They're just loving meeting all the international ticks and comparing borrelial strains. Even into trading strains, for the novelty of it.
"Let's go dutch" is the usual greeting when two ticks meet up on an unsuspecting tourist.
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Is it possible that our intrepid band has made it to the London 2012 Olymp-ticks for a reunion and a little sport of their own?
They have been spotted in various venues - Harrods shooing out our raccoon, the mice taking in a London show under the stage, the chickens enjoying a feed in the London countryside,
the ducks taking a swim in the Thames, and yes, they did spot the Olymp-tick torch speedboat as it raced to the stadium,
where unbeknownst to all the human international travelers, ticks from around the world had managed to congregate, most flown in by the world's flyway birds, many landing on the constructed Glastonbury Hill for all the world's flags,
some not making into the stadium due to their transport landing on the London Tower Bridge, where they still had a fairly decent view of the opening nite's proceedings,
and now the ticks and our various aminal friends are gearing up for their own Olymp-tick exploits in the next couple weeks, competing for various Olymp-Tick awards and just general aminal mayhem...
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Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
And now for Day 1's nitely Olymp-ticks news, brought to you by the NBC crew - the Nitely Bitely Critters crew - with news you will not hear in mainstream reporting -
What was not reported in last nite's opening was that famous spy tick James Bite was also in that helicopter with the queen and 007 and he fell out in one of the parachutes and his whereabouts have not been yet ascertained - stay tuned -
Also unreported was the pre-Olymp-ticks tick training - about where to be and not to be during the festivities -
maps were provided about where fireworks would be, and ticks made sure to be far from those venues, and likewise, instruction about how to be safe around cyclists, swimmers and rowers on Day 1.
Perhaps the safest sports for the ticks on the first day of the Olymp-ticks have been soccer and archery, as they can hang out in the field and await their unsuspecting victims.
If anyone else has learned anything else about how ticks are faring so far at the London Olymp-ticks, let us know, as well as any plans by our aminals for some sporting of their own...
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Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
LOVED the first two paragraphs, Robin!! Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Lymetoo, have you heard any news about the whereabouts of infamous spy tick James Bite? Recently declassified classified information: he's capable of creating quite a Bond with his victims.
Day 2 of our Nitely Bitely Critters news reporting: tick games are well underway, with some old and some new Olymp-ticks tick sports:
Tick Questing: the aim is to transfer from area veg to a live target as quickly as possible. Kazakhstani ticks won the first round, with their extensive native experience in horse racing transfers.
Gymnasticks: inventive attachments and detachments, with special focus on speed of attachment, and exits without being noticed. An especially good sport for young ticks.
Tick Crawling: for fastest crawl times.
With a fun bonus thrown in: a Tick Scavenger Hunt, starting from the London Tower - snag the first human or animal seated nearby, draw blood, detach and return to the tower.
Half of participants were able to return; the other half were launched on London journey adventures as their targets walked off.
If anyone knows of any other Olymp-tick tick games, be sure to report in here to Nitely Bitely Critters news.
Feature of the Day: we have noticed that British cockney ticks don't pronounce their t's, as in overheard to brag about how many they have bi--en in Bri--ain while si--in'.
We caught up with one Bri-ish tick chap who enjoys the Bri-ish stiff upper lip as a choice bi-ing location and who has created an Olymp-tick product, Bri-ish chaps'tick for ticks who go for the stiff upper lip.
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Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Day 3 reporting -
We'll start once again with an Olymp-tick tick update report on our Nitely Bitely Critters news -
We were able to ascertain that spy tick James Bite was summoned to Scotland Yard. Excited about the idea of finding a yard to settle in, he instantly hitched a ride on a northbound raven, landed in Scotland,
where to his chagrin, learned that Scotland Yard was not in Scotland but back in England and there was no yard there. He caught the closest raven back to England and will be reporting in soon for classified tick spying operations,
which, being classified, we may not be able to report on, but might be able to report on ultimate results...
We're able to report tonite that there was also a one-legged Tick Quest attachment game - not as popular a game for tick athletes, as they prefer more instant gratification from their two-legged questing expertise.
We saw on opening nite of the London Olymp-ticks the agrarian age move into the industrial age which has moved into the current digital age, better known among ticks as the digitick age.
With their new ticknology, they are also able to instant text message not though Twitter but Twicker, sending instant twicks from wherever they happened to land,
as well as stunning digitick photickraphy, from...the top of the London Tower...the top of Buckingham Palace...and yes, the top of the Olymp-tick Stadium -
with a tick's eye view of all the amazing target specimens who have managed to make it to London, unsuspecting of all the ticknology surrounding them...
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Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Day 4 reporting on our Nitely Bitely Critters news - our aminals from previous events have finally made it to London, by bird, by Fed Ex plane stowaways, etc. They are currently meeting in the back of a popular London pub,
catching one another up on their various exploits since visiting during March Madness basketball in the US.
Our chickens, ducks, possom, raccoon, cranes, mice, etc decide to embark on a London Olymp-tick scavenger hunt, to find as many Olymp-tick souvenirs as they can and return to the pub in two days' time...
And there have been some London aminal races already - the ducks' white water Splish-splash race coincided with the humans' white water kayaking,
with the ducks, basically unnoticed by humans, each jumping in at the top of the white water run to splash their way down the course, with a requirement that they at least make contact with each gate.
Pythons from around the world showed up to conduct an unusual race - each had to swallow and then regurgitate a facsimile of the Olymp-tick torch. The gold went to the python who was actually able to handle a lighted torch in its mouth.
Our pythons from England were goof-offs, showing up full of coconuts, each proclaiming themself a Monty, for all their holy grail fans. Those Monty Pythons...
Spy tick James Bite made his way to London's Scotland Yard, where he met up with other top spy ticks, Sherlock Tick and Agatha Tick. They were informed of a recent accident in which their services would be needed -
it appears that the Queen, in jumping out of the helicopter with 007 on the opening night, lost a rare jewel from her hat, and she wanted it back, but where it was, no one knew, and James Bite, Sherlock and Agatha now had an Olymp-tick mystery to solve...
Brits love their literature, and for ticks, that attachment is no less great. Sherlock Tick's proud heritage is his namesake, Sherlock Holmes; Agatha TIck's is the Agatha Christie mysteries.
In fact, British ticks usually refer to their favorite literature as biterature, with loud pronouncements of their favorite Tickspearean passages by Ticklet - "Alas, poor Yorick, I bit him well,"
and another one of their favorites being Lady McTick with her "Out, out, damn tick," which she never could remove, much to ticks' delight.
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Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Love it!! You're so creative!
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Thx, Lymetoo, and the ticks thank you too for your support of all their an-ticks at the London Olymp-ticks!
As well as the aminals, who upon hearing of your cheering them on, began yelling LYMETOO! LYMETOO! sniff, scuttle, whoosh, LYMETOO! scamper! plop!
In fact, our top diving pair of ducks inquacked tonite if you are one or two humans, due to the double tutus dropping...
On Day 5 of our Nitely Bitely Critters news report, our ducks are having a great time at the Olymp-ticks, with today's diving event featuring them in dives for Olymp-tick souvenirs.
The River Thames has even proved a fertile diving ground, since over-excited humans are often dropping items from the overhanging tram ride.
But there is one item that has not shown up: the Queen's special jewel that fell out over the stadium during her historic jump with 007.
James Bite, Sherlock Tick and Agatha Tick made several tours of the stadium area while hanging on to mice that scurried back and forth in the arena. No jewel to be found.
So they put out a call to the entire aminal world to be on the lookout for a most precious glowing royal jewel...
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Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
I'm so happy they've been hearing my cheers!! I love the Olympics!!
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Yes, Lymetoo, the aminals are debating right now which ones of them may want to come and interview you for your support here. They are especially taken with the dropping drawers and want to know how you happened to choose that sport, and how you found your partner for the dropping drawers pairs.
Day 6 of our Nitely Bitely Critters news from the London Olymp-ticks - our aminal scavengers have had a jolly time running/scampering/strutting/waddling/fkying all over East London gathering up Olymp-ticks souvenirs and they're back again outside their favorite London pub sporting and playing with them.
Our raccoon actually arrived earlier and was present for Michelle Obama's Olymp-ticks memorabilia toss off the balcony where she was standing, and he was able to dash for a falling Olymp-tick jersey, which he is proudly wearing.
Ima Crane was able to catch a number of Olymp-ticks caps thrown up in the air in victory celebrations that just never happened to come down again...
Our mice nibbled through many an Olymp-tick ticket found on the ground and brought back remains.
Our ducks found all kinds of items used by humans in the white water Splish-splash event that spilled over the sides of tipped kayaks. They are quacking up over seeing one another wearing human goggles.
Our otter made a pool dive and found the missing swim cap at the bottom of the pool that it thinks belonged to American Gold medalist Missy Franklin?
Which brings us to our Otter Water Olymp-ticks events tonite, starring our otters, who held their version of the Olymp-ticks after-hours:
1) their race to determine how many otters could swim the entire race at the bottom of the pool, as in how many laps could they swim before having to emerge.
2) how many otters could race in the pool while snagging a fish during each lap.
3) synchronized otter routines, creating dazzling whizzing patterns on top of the water, diving into the water and on the bottom of the pool. The Russian otters were especially elegant, with their underwater ballet experience, performing their routine to Saint-Saens' Carnival of the Aminals.
But still, no Queen's jewel reported found yet. All stadium critters scoured the floor and under all seats and no hint of the opening nite's crown jewel.
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Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Friday nite, Day 7 of our Nitely Bitely Critters News, and finally the eponymous race happened today - Why did the chicken cross the road? Well, either to strut their chicken stuff and win the road race or to goof off, depending on the physical and mental state of the chickens.
Keep in mind that road driving directions in England look reversed, for the American chickens, so having to watch for those lorries and other English vehicles coming from the opposite lane took a little getting used to, and thus the race was closely monitored by the Brit chicks.
When the road was clear, it was any chicken's option to cross.
Our original chicken, Gregory Peck, was used to crossing roads, did it in style and won Chicken Crossing Gold. He considered himself the Chicken Olymp-ticks equivalent of Michael Phelps, and began referring to himself as Chicken Phelps.
Henny Penny's attempts were many, and any were good, with no falling sky in sight.
The Little Red Hen had a most flamboyant feather color stylist, and was the most easily seen by passing motorists who stopped short and did double-takes at the sight of a flaming red chicken on the road.
Chicken Little made small attempts and never really made it all the way across.
But Team Little was there - Chicken Middle made it to the middle of the road and played chicken with oncoming vehicles. Chicken Riddle squawked incessantly: why did the chicken cross the road?
Chicken Griddle boasted close escapes from human cooking set-ups. And Chicken Fiddle kept their chicken spirits high with hot peck&roll tunes!
Chicken McNugget also boasted survival instincts of the finest, as in having successfully escaped the chicken factory farm to remain being an intact chicken able to pull off road-crossing.
He has since scratched out an autobiography and is available for autoscratches.
C-o-c-k-a-D-o-o-d-l-e-Do preferred to do doodling in the road.
And Coq Au Vin, well, he arrived along with his favorite French wines, and basically staggered back and forth across the road. He was frequently ushered/pecked back by our watchful Brit chick monitors.
The event ended with an all-chick Olymp-chick strutters party thrown by Ole McDonald's chicks, with a chick, chick here and a chick, chick there - here a chick, there a chick, everywhere a chick, chick!!
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Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Super Saturday, Day 8 of the Nitely Bitely Critters Olymp-ticks news report - 25 gold medals were given out, and sometimes the medals were much larger than the winners.
Take, for example, the Olymp-ticks Insects Long Jump event, participated in by our fleas and grasshoppers who jumped over all kinds of grass and other terrain hurdles to be present at the London games.
Their games were played right on the medal stand (in between humans claiming theirs) so they wouldn't have far to go to claim their medals. Any medals won were akin to furniture for these small Olymp-tick critters.
There was also an adjunct Water Skeeters Long Kick event in one of the larger puddles left by recent rains. Won by Skee, a local Bri-ish wa-er skee-er, the Sa-urday ni-e skee-er crowd wen- wild with a pond skee-er par-y!
The Olymp-tick Rings Fly-through was a real high for our feathered friends. Hanging below the Tower Bridge, birds dove from the top of the bridge, through each ring and back to the top of the bridge.
A few still carried international ticks on their backs, who experienced the whiz ride of their little lives.
Who Dat, our tick from our previous adventures enjoying these London games, was riding on one of the competing birds, when he noticed a strange glowing object in the talons of a hawk participant.
Recalling the call put out for the Queen's missing jewel, Who Dat thought he'd better get a closer look and quested his way over to the hawk...
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Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Day 9 of our Nitely Bitely Critters London 2012 Olymp-ticks report: Scotland Yard was all abuzz with the report that the Queen's jewel may have been located, as reported in by one intrepid Who Dat tick to the tick detective team.
But James Bite thought it amazing that a bird would have been fast enough to catch a fast-falling gem, and sent out a query through the aminal grapevine,
from which it appears that there was additional help, that the jewel had first been caught by a bat, who mistook it for an extremely colorful insect,
but upon discovering it was not the insect it thought it was, released it, and that's when our hawk caught it in its talons.
The Queen, upon hearing that the jewel is somewhere in the vicinity of the London Tower Bridge, has made a request to find the bat that caught her jewel,
so that she can reward the bat, as well as call for a Royal Jewel Toss&Catch Exhibition For Bats to be held, for the amazement of all. The aminals are now trying to locate the bat.
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Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
When are you going to write a book, Robin?
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Well, Lymetoo, that project will have to wait until after the London 2012 Olymp-ticks, as Day 10's Nitely Bitely Critters news report is in, and it features...the world's fastest aminal sprinters and...the world's slowest Olymp-ticks gamesters!
In the sprint lanes tonite:
Lane 1, Kanga Roo, Australia's great hope for a jump start at Olymp-ticks gold...
Lane 2, Chesteh, the speediest rat from London Tower.
Lane 3, Penfield, the London bobbies' fastest horse.
Lane 4, TC's Lyme car, known popularly as Nas Car - nice car, get it? Huh? a car in the aminals sprint race? Well, yes, since driven by no less than Butthead, the speedy American mouse who always knows how to get to the cheese and get away...
Lane 5, Hawkins, the hawk which caught the Queen's jewel in mid-air over the stadium as it got released by the bat. In the lane with blinders on, so as not to be able to view the rodents in the event.
Lane 6, ShellyAnnFraserPryceUsainBolt the 2nd, none other than a morphed new Star Trek aminal creation -
Lane 7, YouCan'tBeataThis Cheetah, representing Kenya, which always sends some of the fastest in the world to the aminals' sprint event -
Get set - Go!!
Wow, look at them all go! But where are they all going????
Oh no!!! Looks like Hawkins the hawk took off after Chesteh the London Tower rat, who, taking one look at the oncoming Hawkins, has sprinted off in the opposite direction, we think dashing under arena seating, so both are definitely disqualified!
Penfield the horse has gotten startled by Butthead's Nas Car's starting vrrroooomm and is rearing up around in circles currently!
And we have a situation, folks!! YouCan'tBeataThis Cheeta has crossed all lanes to pursue Kanga Roo, who is currently jumping away faster in her life than she has ever done, but neither are in their proper lanes, so are obviously disqualified!!
Which leaves...ShellyAnnFraserPryceUsainBolt the 2nd bolting down the track at warp speed, but look at, look at, folks!!
'Cause here comes Butthead's Nas Car, inching ahead of SAFPUB the 2nd, vrroooom, wrrrooom,
with goingwherenomorphedtwofastestsprintershavegonebefore straining to keep pace,
but looks like the vvvrrooooom, vrrrrooom Butthead Nas Car has made it, still in its Lane 4, no less, to the finish line in 9.1329573673586 seconds!!!!!! Wow, an Olymp-ticks first!!
And look at that! Isn't that cute - gold-winning Olymp-ticks mouse sprinter Butthead scampering out of Nas Car to sniff at ShellyAnnFraserPryceUsainBolt the 2nd, who, being a morph, get to win both the silver and bronze medals in this seminal event!!
Whew! Everyone needs to unwind from this dramatic Olymp-ticks event! Including the aminal staff, who have managed to successfully locate and usher
Kanga Roo, YouCan'tBeataThis Cheetah, Penfield the horse and Hawkins the hawk out of the arena, but Chesteh the London Tower rat is long gone, folks, long gone...
Ok, we promised to follow up with a report on the slowest Olymp-tics event, which happened also in this same day...
It was the Possoms Drop And Freeze event. Our possums from the Vancouver Olymp-ticks have entered, along with possums from many countries.
They are competing in individual, pairs and team Drop And Freeze events. The goal is to start in place, drop immediately to the ground, and freeze for a couple minutes.
Aminal judges judge on the speed of drop and then they mosey around the possums, judging just how quiet and still the possums appear. Extra points are given if possums' breathing is imperceptible.
In general, each variation of the sport has its challenges. Each individual possum has to strike a unique freeze pose in order to distinguish itself from other dropped possum individuals.
Pairs of dropping possums have to do so in perfect sync, and then to quietly breathe in sync as well.
And teams, well, they are to drop in all kinds of patterns, even overlapping one another, and still remain as still as possible.
First-time possums can get disqualified for opening an eye to see where the judges are. This happened to individual contenders Senorita Possa from Possaguay and Poss, um, from Possland. Poss-ibilia from Italy won the event.
Pairs Posso and Possu from Postugal won in that event.
Possum teams from Possistan and the Philipposs were disqualified for uncontrolled giggling. ItTakesAPackO'Possums from Possagonia won the team event.
All agreed the event fully allowed them to demonstrate their many poss-abilities and they all went out for possta afterwards.
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We begin tonite's Day 11 of the Nitely Bitely Critters newscast with a recap of last nite's medal ceremony drama of the American mouse, Butthead, our gold medal winner of the aminals sprint race,
and the adjacent morph, ShellyAnnFraserPryceUsainBolt the 2nd, winner of both the silver and bronze medals in that race, and being a morph, they will share the two medals...
So now we will hear the Yankees' national anthem, in celebration of American mouse Butthead's successful quick vvvrrrroooming of his Nas Car vehicle to become the fastest mouse-driven car in the history of the Olymp-ticks!
"OH SAY CAN YOU SEE" - (sound track: screeeeeeeeeeeeeech, squeeeeal)
"BY THE DAWN'S EARLY LIGHT" - (sound track: vroom, vrrrooom, vrroooooooooooooom!)
"WHAT SO PROUDLY WE HAILED," "Eeeeeeeeeeeeek - it's a mouse - it's a mouse!"
"AT THE TWILIGHT'S LAST GLEAMING." "and look how solidly he perches on the platform!"
"WHOSE BROAD STRIPES AND BRIGHT -" (sound track: eeeeeeeerrrkkk%^$*&!!!, vrrrrrrrrrrooom)
"- STARS, THROUGH THE PERILOUS NIGHT," "Look how the mouse is glancing at the morph up there next to him..."
"O'ER THE RAMPARTS WE WATCHED," "So do you think they're going to make it through this, George?"
"WERE SO GALLANTLY STREAMING." "I dunno, I've never seen a morph up on the platform before"
"AND THE ROCKET'S RED GLARE," "Look, the morph is starting to sprint back and forth between the silver and bronze platforms!!"
"THE BOMBS BURSTING IN AIR," "It's making the mouse dizzy, look!!"
"GAVE PROOF THROUGH THE NIGHT" "He's a bit distracted, don't you think?"
"THAT OUR FLAG WAS STILL THERE." "Look, the mouse just sprinted off the platform!!"
"OH SAY DOES THAT STAR-SPANGLED -" "Poor thing, the morph whizzing between both platforms was just too much for the mouse"
"- BANNER STILL WAVE," "But look, the Olymp-tick organizers have just run up and placed some cheese on Butthead's platform!!"
"O'ER THE LAND OF THE -" "In between the whizzing morph, and that's no mean feat!"
"- FREE," "And Butthead is now returning to his gold platform!"
"AND THE HOME -" "The morph is slowing down in sharing both silver and bronze"
"- OF THE BRAVE?" "Nothing to it, was it, Sally? Glad we came to watch the medal ceremony!"
"Meanwhile, we've had quite a scene at Trafalgar Square today, haven't we, Raj?
"True, we've not seen anything like it during the previous days of this London Olymp-ticks - the entire square filled - with horses, no less, and signs amongst them protesting the startling of Penfield the horse in last nite's aminal 100-meter sprint - let's listen in:"
"At Trafalgar Square, the statue of the horse and Admiral Lord Nelson is surrounded by a ruckus of an equestrian chorus:"
"You know, I do think this may be some kind of horse Occupy protest! Can anyone translate for us?
(Pause)
"Yes, we have found E Questrian here who's bilingual in both human and horse talk! Can you tell us what's going on?!"
"Yes, Raj, horses from all over London have made their way to Trafalgar Square to let their displeasure be known regarding the interference with Penfield's ability to carry out his sprint race yesterday. They would like some resolution of the affair."
"Ok, folks, we'll be back with the outcome of this equine grievance meeting soon." .................................................
"Ok, we're back - the Olymp-ticks decision is, that since we can't bring all the sprint participants back to the sprint track,
that instead, the Olymp-ticks will offer a London mare-thon race, in which we'll also allow our stallions a chance to run as well - through the streets of London, tomorrow!
So all horses are getting a good hay feed tonite and a good bedding down in preparation for tomorrow's race.
London's bobbies are fully co-operating. After all, many of the horse participants are mounts they ride and they are proud of them!"
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Day 12 of the Nitely Bitely Critters news - the Mare-thon was held today, with mares and stallions both galloping through the streets of London,
with human crowds lining the way in amazement at the collective action of so many horses! Bobbies consented to being two-legged today as their mounts took part in this historic romp.
The race pretty much followed the route of the human marathons, traversing areas along the Thames, going through Trafalgar Square where last nite's horse Occupy had occurred,
waterchasing the Victoria Fountain next to Buckingham Palace - ie. each leaping in and out of the fountain,
going all the way to the Tower Bridge and back.
Winning horses proudly beat human times, with one of Penfield's best horse friends, Equestagelana, winning the gold in just under an hour!
Upon hearing of this race, the human female marathon winner, Gelana of Ethiopia, requested to have her picture taken with Equestagelana.
In tribute to the mare-thon through the streets of London, there were several Olymp-ticks events held along the route.
There was the Big Ben Clock Climb, by all the mice in the area, who had prepared at clock climbing gyms.
To the strains of "Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock, the clock struck one"
- that was the signal each time for one of the mice to ride the second hand, which then completed the rhyme - "the mouse dropped down" (in seconds), hickory dickory dock."
Hickory Mouse had the fastest climb time, followed by Dickory Mouse, with Doc Mouse a close third. He doctored up any bruised mouse, advising no clock climbing gym work-outs for a couple weeks.
Birds that had participated in the Tower Bridge Olymp-tick Ring Fly-through reconvened to do a fly-off between the fastest birds. Even Ima Crane took part, just because "I'm a crane."
Events also took place in the River Thames in honor of the nearby mare-thon. Mussels showed off their bivalve strength. Clams resisted any pressure put on them to open. Fish and chips did synchronized swimming routines.
Even Buckingham Square saw some action today, as the day's Tick and Field event, with the "Charging of the Guard" by no less than dozens of ticks eager to get a bite out of the action -
perched atop the tall black guard hats, they quested themselves onto the new guard change.
And at the nearby Victoria Fountain, wa-er skee-ers participated in QuickKick routines,
And lest we forget, today was the last day of the seals' beach volleyfish tournaments, with American seals Kerri Seal and Misty Seal our winners,
able to toss any fish about in the waves longer than any other seal pairs. Winning goldfish, they ate them.
[ 08-13-2012, 06:22 AM: Message edited by: Robin123 ]
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Day 13 of the Nitely Bitely Critters Olymp-ticks report - today was Diving Day, of all kinds throughout the city.
Birds dove for fish and brought them back up to their high perches atop London bridges, columns, towers, etc.
They also dove for crumbs of crumpets, scones, pasties, bangers - whatever they could find at pubs and tea houses, returning to trees overhead to show off their spoils.
Once in awhile they got clotted cream all over themselves and spent the rest of the day preening.
They dove for Olymp-ticks souvenirs wherever they could find them, planning to save them for their nests and inspire their offspring.
Perhaps the most unusual diving event occurred off-hours at the Olymp-ticks pool - a bit different than all the elegant diving of the human Olymp-ticks contests - it was a contest to see who could make the biggest splash.
It was a sight to see large pigs, warthogs, even an agile cow ascend the diving board for their respective plops.
And once again, thanks to Kam for her recording of an Olymp-tick event, this time the dives, via Dive-Kam, allowing slow playbacks of the height of the water displaced by each aminal's pool drop.
Some of the divers were water pros, such as large seals and rotund walruses. Many aminals found it pretty amusing to watch a falling hippo.
The splash-displacement winner tonight was the elephant, L Font of Tanzania, braving the ladder up to the diving board, turning around, then falling backwards, tail first, into the water,
water splashing up everywhere, soaking the aminal spectators, and then the elephant rising to trumpet its water displacement prowess with a huge trunk squirt over everyone in proximity.
Kam's dive-Kam pictures of the event were transmitted to aminals watching everywhere, with many of them deciding to go to local dives and celebrate...
After all, the London Olymp-ticks was drawing to a close soon, and partying could begin...
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Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
What can I say to top that???
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
What can I say to top that??? WHAT CAN I SAY TO TOP THAT??? repeated all our aminals at a Lymenet late night Occupy!
Tell us how you would party in London!!! TELL US HOW YOU WOULD PARTY IN LONDON!!! Robin123, the chronicler of the London 2012 Olymp-tics, repeating the aminals' response loudly enough for Yankee Lymetoo to hear...
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So. what's left to report on Day 14 of our Nitely Bitely Critters news as our Olymp-ticks draw soon to a close?
Perhaps the big news of the day was the Olymp-ticks soccer game - and this was not your usual soccer game, folks - this one was distinguished by various team species rather than by nationalities.
Take, for instance, the English sheepdogs - the ball for them was a woolly sheep toy, which they all relentless drove down the field for several successful goals, so they qualified to move on to the quarterfinals.
The mastiffs, on the other hand, were more interested in loudly growling as they caught the ball in their jowls, vigorously shaking it, so they did not advance.
The lionesses, given a ball shaped like a lion cub, carefully and determinedly carried it in their mouth until they dropped it inside the goal area, so they advanced.
English terriers had a jolly time of it, pouncing on the ball, rolling around with it, joyfully tossing it to and fro amongst their team. It took a while for them all to get it to the goal area, but they did, and advanced.
Foxhounds smelled it as a chase - they were on it so fast that they had to be tossed several balls in order to advance them to the goal area, which they did, so they advanced.
The possums, well, in a word, no. They emulated the ball sitting there on the field. "We can be balls too!" squealed the little ones as they curled up in the shape of a ball. No advancement for the possums, who we're not even sure understood what they were supposed to do.
The gophers - ha - they deserve a lot of credit for their strategy - they went UNDER the field, digging quick tunnels, and sending the ball through and UP into the goal area. They definitely advanced, and got a special commendation for their skillfulness.
The seals, now, they were naturals, and tossed the ball down the field and into the net, and advanced. They were favored to win the tournament.
The bears were hungry and ate the ball. No advancement for them.
The elephants too easily stomped on the ball. Can't work too easily with a flattened item, so they did not advance.
London's cats, well, they did wonderfully well with their ball, as it had a mouse tail on it - they loved that - they batted it down the field and easily chased it inside the goal where they settled down to continue to chew on it, so they advanced.
Irish pointers went straight to the goal area mark every time, and were also favored to win the contest.
The mice didn't fare so well with their little ball, since they tried to take it back to their nests repeatedly, so they did not advance.
Hawks pounced on their ball, picked it up in their beak and flew it into the goal area and dropped it. Heavily favored to win the tournament.
Kangaroos managed to bounce the ball into a kangaroo's pouch, hop down the field with it, and bump it into the goal area, so they advanced.
The chipmunks were real cute with their little balls - into their cheeks the balls went, they ran down the field with them and deposited them in the goal area, so they advanced.
So, the quarterfinals included the sheepdogs, lionesses, English terriers, foxhounds, gophers, seals, cats, Irish pointers, hawks, kangaroos and chipmunks.
Any species forgotten here? Oh, yes, the pythons, who quickly swallowed the ball, regurgitated it, repeated that process, and finally regurgitated the ball into the goal area. A bit cumbersome, but they made it, so they qualified.
So add in the pythons. 12 species in the quarterfinals. And how did they fare?
Well, it mattered who was matched up with who. No one consented to play with the lionesses or the pythons, so they were given honorable mentions for having played.
The hawks were matched up with the chipmunks, of all species, who promptly ran away. Hawks advanced.
Cats weren't too keen about playing with the Irish pointers and they scattered, leaving the pointers to advance.
The foxhounds, matched with the gophers, were actually outwitted by the same gopher winning strategy, so the gophers advanced.
The kangaroos simply jumped faster than the English terriers, who were just too playful on the field, so the roos advanced.
The sheepdog-seal match was an exciting one, as both could keep the ball in play. The aminal crowd roared as they watched the quick action, back and forth, back and forth, down the field! Finally, it was the seals that simply were able to bounce the ball out of the reach of the sheepdogs and score. So the seals advanced.
The semifinals saw the hawks too distracted by all the mice and chipmunks in the arena, and had to be disbarred from the tournament.
The gophers once again defeated their adversaries, the Irish pointers, who once again, could not find their opponents until the gophers popped up in the goal area.
The seal-kangaroo contest was also lively, since both were strong in their abilities to get the ball down the field. In the end, it came down to the seals' ability to actually, well, play the game - they could bounce the ball around - they were naturals. So they triumphed.
So our Olymp-ticks aminals soccer match final saw a play-off between the seals and the gophers. It was a game of now you see it, now you don't. And when you didn't see it, those gophers were busy tunnelling the ball down the field and up into the goal area. Even if the defending seal tried to sit on a known hole, the gophers dug another one quickly.
The gold medal for the aminals' soccer game went to the gophers, who each stood beside a hole they had dug - "Aren't they cute?" aminal spectators exclaimed, as each gopher was awarded its gold medal, which they promptly buried in the field such that no one knew where they were. The soccer field from then on became known as Go-Pher the Gold Field.
The seals were awarded silver medals. Natural soccer players, they were expected to bring the medals back with them and inspire a whole new generation of young seal soccer players.
And bronze medals went to the kangaroos, who had skillfully hopped over any Irish setter in their path during their play-off. They named their bronze medals Joeys, saying that they brought great jo(e)y to them all.
And that, females and males of all species, wraps up our late night aminals soccer match, as we soon close out these historic aminal games.
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Well, with the Olymp-ticks coming to a close tomorrow, the aminals decided the thing to do was to have an Exhibition tonite, or Exhi-bit-ion, as the ticks termed it.
Our ticks started it off with a gymnas-ticks show, with Who Dat showing off his diving powers - he leapt off a high perch in the arena, did a total of, not 3 somersaults, not 6, not 10, not 20, but 26 somersaults, folks, before he landed on field turf - that's a world tick somersault record!!!
And tick questing - oh my - so many aminals leapt out into the field, and ticks were to quest and attach to as many as possible. Our ticks were so quick and attached to moving target aminals in record time!
Tick suck speeds were also amazing - upon attachment, the world record of 10 seconds was broken tonite, with a 6-second new world record!
Then the field became filled with a drop of zillions of bars, and...out came the monkeys, who dazzled with their drops and leaps and spins and spectacular landings!
Then it was the flying squirrels' turn - flying through the air, briefly landing on another bar before taking off again for mid-air flips. They called themselves the Gabbies, in honor of American gymnast Gabby Douglass, nicknamed "the flying squirrel."
Then the gazelles, who had arrived late to the games, and were simply ready to show off their sprint and running speeds - it was hard to keep up with them as they raced around the track a gazellion times...
We didn't really cover the basketball tournament this time around, as basketball playing was covered in our earlier March madness report, but in honor of the US women's basketball team winning their 5th gold today, the Exhi-bit-ion decided to have some hoops playing.
But in aminal style, folks - we're talking all kinds of critters climbing up the pole to the hoop and jumping in it, themselves - the squirrels, the chipmunks, the monkeys, even a spider or two took its turn -
And of course, the Royal family was present, as they had been through much of the games. The aminals loved having taking their pictures with the Royals - Kate, William, Harry, the Queen, her husband and also the Queen's granddaughter who participated in the equestrian contests - her horse was royally feted by the other horses -
And all were waiting for the evening's chief event, which was the entrance into the stadium of the bat who had caught the queen's jewel as it fell out of her hat as she skydived into the stadium with 007 on the opening night of the games -
The bat had been located, finally, by a mole, no less, who found the bat asleep in a hole in the ground near the stadium.
Upon being informed by the mole of the queen's search for the missing bat, the bat consented to swoop in for its ceremony honoring its amazing initial jewel catch,
which, by the way, had then dropped out of its clutches into the beak of a passing hawk, who left the Olymp-ticks after the drama of the aminals' sprint event.
Upon the bat's flying, swooping entrance into the arena, the aminals were up cheering on their paws, claws, etc, and the Queen, standing up, pronounced:
"I now recognize this historic London Olymp-ticks event as the London 2012 Olymp-ticks Exhi-bat-ion and award this bat,
which initially caught a jewel I almost lost, a facsimile jewel engraved with 'London 2012 Olymp-ticks' to take back to its perch for a special eternal glow,"
as she raised her hand with the replicated jewel and the bat swooped down and made off with it - everyone cheered.
But the queen had one more trick up her sleeve - she suddenly threw a great number of facsimile jewels high into the air, which were...caught in mid-toss by no less than dozens of bats waiting their chance to show off their species' amazing catch prowess.
"I now pronounce the Queen's Royal Jewels Bat Toss&Catch Exhi-bat-ion a royal success!!"
The Queen then declared the London 2012 Olymp-ticks Exhi-bat-ion ended, as she got into a hot air balloon with the other royals and ascended out of the stadium into the clear night air for her trip back to Buckingham Palace.
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Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
The last nite of our Nitely Bitely Critters report - the closing ceremony at the London 2012 Olymp-ticks went off, with lots of hitches, as ticks got a last chance to hitch onto whomever was nearby.
All the London icons were shown on the Olymp-ticks floor, with both ticks and aminals already feeling nostalgick for all their many London Olymp-ticks adventures -
Bri-ish authors were given recognition again, with Tickspeare's Tempest pronouncements given central stage,
a vigorous rendition of the Bri-ish group, Stomp, then ensued, with aminals like the elephants, and elephant star L Font, starring in the garbage can stomp routine.
All the athletes then entered the arena, but this time, many of our aminals joined them too, especially our medaling aminals,
our Kam-era catching multi-decorated Chicken Phelps (aka Gregory Peck of yesteryore), Misty Seal and Kerri Seal entering while tossing a fish around;
the winner of the horse Mare-thon, Equestagelana, horsing around; Hickory Mouse, the winner of the Big Ben Clock Climb, was spotted entering on a giant slice of cheese;
and who could forget gold-winning sprinter Butthead once again driving his Nas Car around the arena, throwing out cheesebits to the waving athletes -
And then the performers - reunions of aminal groups like the Monkeys and the Byrds, an appearance by Annie Lemur from the YouBri-icks,
The Who (What, How, When, Where and Why also showing up to provide some back-up), the crowd singing along with 1986 footage of Freddy Heavy Metal Mercury,
the stadium singing and whistling along with "Always Look On The Bite Side Of Life," and "Let It Bee", with bees buzzing throughout the arena, and "Imagine All The Ticks," an arachnid sentimental favorite.
And then the passage of the flag to Rio's mayor, with a taste of what was to come in 2016's Rio's Olymp-tics - ticks agreed that such fancy carnivale costumes and floats would be easy to hide in.
So, we hope that our Nitely Bitely Critters report was enough of a wild ride for you, Just Don, and thanks again to Kam for the use of her Dive-Kam equipment,
and to LymeToo for popping in here from time to time, and we hope she gets to go to London at some point to visit all the locations of our aminal Olymp-ticks exploits.
And one more reflection on the meaning of the games - the Olymp-tick flame is central to these games, as we all know, it being carried 1000s of miles from Greece to the site of the Olymp-ticks.
Well, very fittingly, London's original name was actually (and I kid you not!) Lughdunum, meaning place of Lugh. And who was Lugh? He was the old god of fire.
So even today, people, aminals and ticks still gather around a central hearth fire for communitick events, and we look forward to that next happening in Rio in 2016!
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Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
But before Rio happens, we have a very current event continuing the flame tradition - Burning Man is about to occur, in two weeks time, in a Nevada desert setting called Black Rock, known to ticks as Black Tick Rock,
and aminals who are planning to go are already starting to land at local ticknology centers to create their gigantick creations -
the rumor is that instead of a man, that there will be a giant tick installed for the week before its effigy is burned on Labor Day, as the Man is every year.
Ticks and aminals appreciate the creativity of humans every year as they arrive by the thousands to set up theme camps, and this year will see some interesting ones set up by our intrepid traveling ticks and aminals,
some fresh from the London Olymp-ticks, the rest from, well, wherever they come from for a week of imaginatick camp events...
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Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Oh, and we've had one more report come in from the London Olymp-ticks, about a rowing race with an actual team of Bri-ish Lymies -
we're told the race was different than the usual rowing races in that it involved a number of S-curves, making it a bit S-curvy for the participants,
who, upon finishing the race, were feeling dizzy, and declared themselves, "Well, I'm..." and collapsed next to the course.
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Well, our aminals and ticks have had a little time to rest up from all their Olymp-ticks somersaulting and swooping and divebombing
and are now arriving at the Nevada Black Tick Rock site for the annual create-community-for-thousands-in-one-week-then leave-and-leave-no-trace collectick experience.
The Burning Man experience usually creates an effigy of a large man, which then burns at the end of the week, just before Labor Day. Everyone comes and creates theme camps in a grid laid out in a large semi-circle.
Started in 1986, with an effigy burned at Baker Beach in San Francisco, which this writer happened to witness, not realizing creative history was being made,
the tradition continued each year, and had to be moved to a Nevada desert site to accommodate the growing number of people who wanted to participate in the artistic experience. A theme was called for each year's creativity.
This year's theme is fertility, since the idea of Burning Man has spread around the world, with many local theme camps occurring.
Or, in our case, the theme is fertilitick, and instead of a giant man, there is a giant tick that will go up in flames at the end of the week.
Participants are invited to come to Black Tick Rock and create theme camps here this week and describe them to us...
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
I would love to burn a large tick!!
I'm glad this group "leaves no trace".. seems pretty difficult to do, however.
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Ok, you can help with the pyrotechnics on Sunday!
Btw, if you have anything to say about the giant tick now looming over Burning Tick, go ahead...
Yes, isn't it amazing - a city for over 50,000 people and after it's over, "no trace" of it in the desert, or so they say...
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Ok, folks, we have our first Burning Tick theme camp set up at the Black Tick Rock Nevada site tonite, and anyone is welcome to add to it - it is...
A large circle of FIR sauna tents form its outer border. Anyone visiting the camp can start with a session in any of the available tents.
May I say, this camp has a good capacity electric generator for all of its electrical needs.
Scattered throughout the camp are some of the larger equipment, like a walk-in hyperbaric oxygen chamber, a large FIR cedar cabinet that can fit a couple occupants, and a small pool for some gentle stretching. There is still room for some more larger pieces.
There are pumps and towels by every couple sauna tents for folks to water down after sweats.
There is a med tent, a green cross tent, for anyone who would like to try treatments, including stem cell injections, etc, and there are medical staff available to provide such services.
There are two nutritious drink and eats areas. One is in an enclosed tent with soft colors, subdued lighting and gentle music playing.
The other area is open to the elements such that folks can eat and imbibe and watch the ongoing Burning Tick show cavorting around them.
The menu is most enjoyable, if anyone would care to describe it...
Both are open to inclusion of the Lyme tea party, and once in awhile, one of our aminals, the White Rabbit, hops through, exclaiming, "I'm late, I'm late, for a very important fate" before he hops into one of the FIR sauna tents for a little while.
Smaller items are also found in the circle, like lie-down FIR bags and biomats. Visitors are also encouraged to come to the Lyme/co TLC camp with any of their equipment.
There is also an activities area for art therapy with lots of art materials, for music therapy with lots of instruments to play, a movement area for gentle yoga, tai chi, dance movement, etc.
There is also a place for visiting ticks to go, to feast on recent roadkill so they don't have to go biting live camp visitors.
Lizards are given special consideration as well, as they tolerate ticks well, cancelling any infections in them. They spend the time in the Lizard Lounge, which is full of lizard perches made by the good folks in Bolinas, CA, who make them to actually invite lizards to sun in their yards.
So, anyone is invited to add to this camp! Welcome, Lyme/co TLC camp!!!
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
VERY COOL!!!
Posted by AuntyLynn (Member # 35938) on :
Joining you in the fir sauna... and droppin' my towel. Mmmmm evergreen and steam ...
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Saying hello to our newly-arrived Black Tick Rockers Lymetoo and AuntyLynn!!
Glad you're feeling cool in the desert, Lymetoo - must be that little pool you're splashing around in, with the green spirulina and flaxseed shakes handed to you as desired from the nutritious healthshake bar -
And AuntyLynn, so relaxing to be visiting with you in the large sauna tent...do you have a favorite refresher drink? It can be provided, you know -
Our cedar sauna does have glass windows, so we can enjoy the sights of others as well who have made their way to our various treatments, including lots of heads sticking up out of the portable sauna tent ring.
Some have been brought to the Lyme/co TLC camp by our LymeMobile, a small white car with a lyme-green cross on it, with a license plate saying: GO ASK ALICE!
And indeed, it IS Alice from Alice in WanderLyme, driving the little car around, with folks asking, as she drives by, "Alice, Alice, who the h**l is Alice?"
But we know, and we smile - she makes for a very interesting tour guide, with her pet White Rabbit, who knows better than to get any ticks on him...
And that giant tick in the distance - nice to know it will burn, baby, burn, come Sunday eve - some camp visitors are making preparations even now for that occurrence...
But not before we get a few more camps set up, as the aminals arrive...
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Ok, Black Tick Rock is in full swing, with many species encampments -
let's see, we have the jackrabbits gathering hoppening, and the talk there is of the exotic nature of the visiting White Rabbit, who seems to always be in a hurry, as he whisks through -
The sidewinder snake gathering is besides itself with all the flurry of species camping out near them - they're trying to put it all aside, but, a snake's a snake -
The rattlesnakes are a noisier crew, with their rattling going day and night, and they too are trying to behave...
so that the rats and the mice and all small critters can come to the camp for the week and remain present...
the coyotes are also trying to behave themselves, asking howl we all ever get along here for a week? so far, so good, as they have not yet et the other camps' residents -
Our desert tortoises are indulging one another, painting their shells with fluorescent paints, ending up looking very much like slow-moving intricate rug or pottery patterns -
The scorpions have arrived from the surrounding area, all telling stinging tails of their desert journeys -
And our ticks - can't forget them here - they have also been crawling around, telling tall tick tales,
bragging about how many critters they managed to bite on the way to Black Tick Rock, the longest they have managed to hang on in the past to any creature, etc.
There is also Camp Garrapata, for all the hablo-espanol ticks from the Southern US, Mexico and further south.
Some adventuresome ticks have elected to leave the tick encampment for more camp touring - known as Ticks on Bikes, they have discovered this really fun way to get around and bite all there is to bite at Black Tick Rock.
Of course, tick bikes are pretty small, and might not be noticeable unless you are a tick, which suits them fine.
Their alternative bike mode is on the humans' bikes, and many get around that way too, and do lunch at the same time...
And we haven't yet reported on the nature of the Giant Tick's arrival - each body part was cast separately at a Ticknology Center in the LA area and brought collectively bundled on a semi to the desert, where it was assembled,
with four giant tick legs anchored in the desert sand, with two more dangling and then the top two reaching up in the desert sky, atop a large round dark center.
The body is completely hollow and will be the carrier for the fireworks and explosive fiery materials to burn come Sunday eve.
Anyone tick-bitten has been invited to write their stories about how they were bitten and to post it on the body of the Tick.
Also anyone bringing any dead ticks they had tested can deposit them in the Tick's body for the Sunday burn.
Already the Tick is full of attached stories and dead ticks and is a popular destination at Black Tick Rock.
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
Looking forward to the tick burning!!!!
ALICE? Who's Alice? Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
WOW - thx, Lymetoo, for the slideshow tour of what's been going on there this year!!!
If any of you think I'm nuts here, you should take a look at the real thing!!
I liked #10 - a person keeping cool in a fishbowl helmet - and they're wearing a fishbowl half full of water! The other half is air, so they can breathe...
#15 El Pulpo Mecanico - burning - it kinda looks like a burning tick!
#17 a flaming tuba, bass-ically...
#19 an aerial view of the camp laid out in a semi-circle grid
#20 "a man is captured and tagged by members of Animal Control during the Billion Bunny March" - remember, the theme this year is fertility, hence the billion bunnies. Very clever.
#21 Billion bunny women. Now I think Burning Tick feels right at home - we probably could have made it an actual camp there, and nobody would have raised an eyebrow...
#34 the Man...
#38 Very artsy: a large structure with cut-out circles in its walls, from top to bottom: from vertically long ones at the top, to round ones in the middle, to horizontal ones at the lower end - very attractive, I think - nice way to look out at the world...
Folks, this is sheer adult play on the playa! Also, I see it as people being tribal together, in modern ways.
So, having seen all that, I think Burning Tick is feeling quite at home tonite!
And what a nite it is, 'cause it's...
****** **** ***SATURDAY BITE FEVER PARTY NITE!!***** *** ******
At the discotick!! With "Disco, disco tick!" strains ringing out across the ticks' camp -
with ticks crawling around on two legs, some with no less than 6 legs up waving around, singing: Oh, oh, oh, oh, staying attached, staying attached!!
And, "O-oh, O-oh, you got the best of my bite!"
Sylvestick (Stallone) was quite a dancin' tick hit there tonite!
And then there were also some refrains of "My Bite," sung by the well-known tick group, All-Kinds-O'-Temptations:
"I guess you'd say What could make me feel this way? My bite! (my bite! my bite!) Singin' 'bout my bite! (my bite!)
If anyone heard anymore tick party songs here tonite, let us know...
Anyway, a little report here - we're getting word that the jackrabbits really dug the billion bunny march - they fit right in -
and their party is really hoppin' tonite -
Oddly enough, their party is next to the frogs''ntoads' party - they thought it would be a good mix, with the adjacent sounds of "ribbit, ribbit" - could be saying rabbit. And "Froggie went a-courting" certainly fit right in with the fertilitick theme.
The desert bighorn sheep were delighted with the humans' unicorn stampede, as shown in #37 of the above slideshow - now all the humans need is a duo-corn and the sheep will fit right in...
the sheep also enjoyed seeing and hearing any human horn players -
and the rattlesnakes were heard rattlin' looooonnng into the nite (with the scorpions stingin' along...)
[ 09-02-2012, 02:45 AM: Message edited by: Robin123 ]
Posted by Lymetoo (Member # 743) on :
I'll tell you one thing, I would not enjoy such a place as the Burning Man. Not even in my younger days!!!
This is like a new Woodstock. The music would not be as awesome though! Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
So where would you prefer to go? To a great music concert?
Posted by Robin123 (Member # 9197) on :
Well, we had one here last nite! "What a life, what a bite, what a Saturday nite!" This could also be known as Tickstock, come to think of it.
And now all wacky desert events must come to an end, unless you happen to be a tarantula or scorpion or desert jack-rabbit or a Nevada desert bighorn sheep, etc, then you will watch as everyone else leaves your playa, maybe wondering where DO they all go...
Forgot to mention that some of our London Olymp-tick participants did make it over to this side of the pond, where they set up a recap Olymp-ticks site, for anyone here who was a fan of theirs, and also just for curious onlookers -
our chickens had fun crossing the many playa roads, dodging art bikes and giant flannel tick catchers. Chicken Phelps (formerly Gregory Peck) pecked up as many ticks as he could find as he crossed.
Many of our London contestants had fun racing the jackrabbits and all the playa bikes, the riders often doing a double-take as they saw - what, Kanga Roo jumping along next to them (the desert trip being a stop-off on the way back to Kanga's home continent),
oh, and Butthead the mouse driving his Nas Car had a blast, and this time, even Penfield the horse got a second chance to show his galloping stuff alongside the careening car, as the mouse-car team still vrrooooommmmeeed wildly around the outskirts of Burning Tick.
Desert mice could hardly believe their little eyes and ears as they took in the exploits of this dynamic duo. The story became a legend passed on to many generations of mice progeny. That was fertilitick in action for ya...
Hickory, Dickory and Doc Mouse, of Big Ben Clock Climb fame, also made it over, and THEY decided they were going to climb Burning Tick,
just because they could, and also, they had a little mouse feeling in them about getting back at all the ticks that had ever bitten them, for once, when usually the opposite was the case, that ticks climbed THEM.
The three mice had fun, starting with any planted leg, racing up the body and down the other side. They clocked their runs, for fun, calling their clocking Tick Tock.
This easy activity continued until just about now, as the call is going out that Burning Tick is about to become one with the wide universe...
A call has gone out for all those who have ever been bitten by ticks to come on over and form a line to hold the long green lines, coming from four directions, like a green cross, that each lead to one of the four Burning Tick legs planted on the Playa.
Some of the assembled have written the stories attached all over the Tick's body about how they were tick-bitten. Some have brought dead ticks that they deposited in the Tick's body.
And now the hour is upon us - Alice from the Alice in WanderLyme camp drives up in the white-and-green LymeMobile, remember, the one with the license plate, GO ASK ALICE.
"ALICE! ALICE! WHO THE H**L IS ALICE?" cries the crowd. Alice shrugs, since she has a passenger, who jumps out, shrieking,
"I AM NOT ALICE! I AM THE QUEEN OF HARTS!" and indeed, a Hart Queen has just arrived, who hoppens to be a distant cousin of the Queen of England who declared open and then closed the London Olymp-ticks.
The Queen of Harts finds herself now encircled by a curious group of jack-rabbits, eager to sniff out this strange new rabbit visitor,
who has SUCH a strange accent, pronouncing her name something like the "Queen of Hots," (yes, it is warm out here, the rabbits agree)
and, "I'm a Royal Robbit, I'll have you know!" she exclaimed, and then pronounces, loudly enough for all present species to hear: "I now declare Burning Tick officially almost ovah! Off with its head!"
At this point, the mystery bearer of the London flame showed up, and it was...the honored bat from the London Olymp-ticks who had initially caught the Queen's falling jewel,
who, along with Hawkins the hawk (who had caught the jewel when it fell out of the bat's clutches) had managed to swoop and soar and toss the flame all the way from London to the Nevada desert,
and so finally our bat landed, who by the way, had had bestowed on him a royal name, Sir BatCan, by the English Queen,
who was so impressed with the bat's ability to have caught her falling jewel as she parachuted out of that helicopter with the spy tick James Bite into the opening nite of the London Olymp-ticks -
- we interrupt this narrative to let you know that, yes, James Bite has been here, for several days, and his biggest job has been to locate all ticks at this site
and get them safely out of the way of this coming tickmageddon, and he has done exactly that, and is pleased that his job is done, so back to the fiery festivities -
So, as I was saying, our Bat That Can landed with the Olymp-tick torch at the end of one of the long green lines being held by all the species that ran to one of the Tick's legs.
Then, Hawkins the hawk swooped in and flew it to another leg line.
Then the September Hare - it had been the March Hare, but it is now September, so it is six months older - jumped in and hopped it over to the third leg's long line, and lit the end,
then finally, Alice, who was in on this plot, as the honored final flamebearer, drove up, picked up the torch, drove around to the end of the line leading to the fourth leg,
and having lit the line, exclaimed, "Now you won't be asking who I am anymore - I am the honorable last flamebearer at Burning Tick - remember that!"
as she proudly rose up and appeared almost ten feet tall, at least to the jackrabbits, and maybe even like 100 feet tall to the nearby scorpions,
but to distant flying hawks, she looked rather small - it all depends on what looking glass you're looking through, does it not?
anyway, all stood back as the flames reached the four implanted Tick legs, shot up into the body and out the other two dangling legs and then out the two legs questing upwards into the desert nite sky.
"Aaahhhh," exclaimed everyone, "the Tick finally burns!" They watched as the large dark body of the Tick began to turn a subtle orange glow.
They thought about all the times they had been bitten. They thought about all the times they wanted there to be no more infected ticks in the world. That was the collective wish at Burning Tick, that one day there would be no more infected ticks in the world.
"Imagine all the ticks gone, it's easy if you try," someone started softly singing, as everyone joined in.
Except for the ticks, of course, that spy tick James Bite had successfully made sure were at the other end of the camp. THEY knew everyone would be leaving soon, but THEY would still be around...
Glowing and glowing and glowing and glowing, that Tick body, into the night.
Y'all reading here can take a nap now, if you want, 'cause it takes awhile to burn down a Really Big Burning Tick.
Go ahead, refresh yourselves, have a bite to eat and something to drink. Break time here. Maybe be a little inspired by the Lyme tea party on the Playa, and actually, back on Lymenet as well,
in Medical Questions, no less, if you search for it, for the Medical Question is, how much tea can you drink at these Lyme tea parties, and the answer is, as much as you want!
Ok, finally the Tick leg pieces are falling --&((*&%$#, &*))#%^*^$#@%, )(*&^%$^%$)(*&, - what a sound a falling Burning Tick makes! - )(&^*$%#, %*&&$%$
and now the body is going, with another *%&&&^%$#@(*&^&^$&#&%#&^%$^)(*&%$*&$)(* and another *&^%#%$#)*&^$&^, (*&&*%, (*&^%#^$@, and *&^%#$@)(*^(&%&$, (*&*&$&%# - ok, that just about does it! - )*&*^%$ -
smoldering bits of Tick part pieces are now lying about on the desert sand. (*&%*%$(*&%^%$
They will cool by the morning, when everyone starts leaving Burning Tick, and many will pick up a piece or two as souvenirs of their week here.
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able to read JD's...not able to read the other posts yet...thanks JD ...that was fun
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