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Lymetoo I am so curious, along with Robin123, about the genuine character of the southern ticks.
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that ole chicken crossed the road to get to the hens on the other side....
ya'll should know that...lol
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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?
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more than likely, he didn't know what to do with it either.....
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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
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don't forget that here in texas, we'd hit those puppies and have roadkill stew!!!
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quote:Originally posted by daisyrlb: Yikes, the menagerie was running across the road because
...because they saw a mouse.
A White Footed Mouse.
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Oh yes, it's time for pictures of all our friends involved!
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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.
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...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........
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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.
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I can hear him now,,,de crane de crane. (from the little short one)
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Nothing like a bedtime story to help one sleep. LOL. Good night for now.
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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?
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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...
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You may as well add zombies now...it's turned into a horror story.
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My two cents??
The chicken took TC's advice...If you have a choice of crossing the road or dance.....
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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.
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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....
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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!)
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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
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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,
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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.
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My family loved this thread this evening.
My favorite is
ISDA: There is no real evidence a chicken exists.!!!!!!!!!
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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.....
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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."
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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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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..
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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...
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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
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...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.......
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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
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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.
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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.....
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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.
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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....
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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)
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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?
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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.
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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...
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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.
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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!
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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."
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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...
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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....
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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...
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