don't know what this means....it is kind of too fast for me to figure it out..but it looks fun to me :-)

troutscout and his twin?
or troutcout-tutu?

troutscout...you are moving????

troutscout getting hungry:

troutscout...having some bathing fun:

I am not sure about this one....is it troutscout sleeping or troutscout getting fried?

troutscout in 50 years:

troutscout must be yummie

troutscout on the hook:

troutscout in love:

happy troutscout:

I needed that. I am having neur/panic symptoms today. So, I needed a good laugh.

We were in the dairy business for years. I am alone in the "milk parlor"--really.... the name of the place where the milking is done :-)
I am alone there and our children are off feeding baby calves.

Over all the animal noises and machine noises I hear this tin pounding on tin noise.
Bang, bang, bang, repeating over and over....one after the other.

I am thinking there are machine problems, an animal in trouble or the kids are messing around. So, I start turning things off one by one, shutting everything down slowly to find the problem.

I go out behind the barns, in the barns, in the cooler room, office etc. searching this way and that way for about a half an hour for the source of the noise.

I go out to the front of the building and finally realize its coming from the green dumpster where we dump the paper towels and household garbage. The kind of dumpster with two huge lids on top, one is closed and the other open.

My kids have been lectured to never ever THINK about getting in those dumpsters for any reason.....so I think great now my kids are really gonna get it and all my lecturing has been wasted, not to mention children get killed by those lids falling on them......dumpster diving kids....great.

I open up the closed lid ready to whip some butts, when out pops a CAT, not out but UP, straight UP about 3 feet. The cat falls back into the dumpster, jumps up again, falls, jumps up....you get the picture.
Theres a small soup can on its head!!!!!

Not just on its head, but crammed on its head. In fact when you looked at it, there was only a CAN FOR A HEAD.
Poor thing was pounding this can on itself for all that time. Being unable to catch the poor thing in mid-air, it finally fell to the ground and ran around.

I proceeded to chase the cat in circles until I caught a bit of its tail and was able to gently take the can off. The cat was fine, but of course shaken. Perhaps its hearing was off for at least a while....

Some of the picture sites have moved, (leaving that much more to the imagination I suppose) but the stories are still great

I am not a very sound sleeper and always seem to get up once a night to go to the bathroom, and maybe get a drink of water. When I get up in the middle of the night, I do not turn on any lights so not to wake up any more than necessary so that I can fall right back asleep. On this fateful night I got up to go to the bathroom and sat down in a sleepy stupor on the toilet to take care of business.
Imagine my horror when I felt something scratch me on the butt! Well, I shot up off the toilet what seemed to be five feet into the air. When I came back down to earth I turned on the light and stared down into the toilet to see what had violated my body. As I look down to see what creature was in the toilet, two little beady eyes were staring back on me. There, treading water in the toilet was a little mouse that appeared as stunned as I was. I must have scared him so much that he found the power to thrust himself off the side of the bowl to try get out of the way of his unexpected shower.

I remember that I kept staring at this poor little mouse thinking ``Do mice carry rabies?'' ``Am I going to have to call the doctor in the morning to ask them this question, and will I have the courage to tell them what really happened?'' I could picture the receptionist in the doctor's office saying ``You got scratched where? By what?'' And then having them share the humorous information with the people in the waiting room. This is a small town, I was sure that if I called, it would be all over town by the end of the day. I snapped out of my middle of the night daydream and had to deal with my predicament.

Had I had my wits about me and not been in such a state of shock, I might have flushed the toilet to get rid of it and try to get back to sleep. However, I was not myself, and was afraid that the mouse might clog the toilet, and I did not want to have to deal with that. So instead I decided to close the cover and try to get some sleep. As I lay in bed with my heart still pounding I suddenly realized that my five year old daughter might also get up to go to the bathroom, and I did not want her to be traumatized the way I was. I leaped back up and decided to put something on top of the seat so it couldn't be opened. On the toilet I put the bathroom scale, then a garbage can, but these were not enough. I then replaced the can with a kitchen chair and put the garbage can on top of the chair! You see, I kept adding stuff to the top because I felt that my daughter might just move the light scale and garbage can. Obviously, I was not thinking clearly or I would have been happy with the chair, not adding the garbage can to create this tower. I returned to bed feeling satisfied that we were all safe.

In the morning, my husband was the first to rise. He was quite perplexed as to how and why the Leaning Tower of Pisa appeared on top of his throne. I still chuckle when I imagine my husband scratching his head and wondering what went on during the night.

Although this event took place twenty years ago, I still look first before I use the toilet; and use a nightlight! I also find it very hard to use a port-a-potty or an outhouse for fear that a two-headed reptile like creature will pop up out of hole.

I hoped that I have convinced each one of you that you should not blindly sit on toilet; for fear that you too will be the victim of a very personal assault!

Hmm, I wonder if I could have gotten lyme this way?

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Tabby