Here's the genius part:
However, the sausage stayed out so long that the other two feared that something bad had happened. The bird flew off to see if he could find her. A short distance away he came upon a dog that had seized the sausage as free booty and was making off with her. The bird complained bitterly to the dog about this brazen abduction, but he claimed that he had discovered forged letters on the sausage, and that she would thus have to forfeit her life to him.
If I had a sausage company it would certainly have to be named The Forged Letters Sausage Co.
Gw'on with your wishful thinking, Hec.
::shrugs::
Everybody has wishful thoughts about Ple's rack.
I love folktales that end with the grisly deaths of everyone involved. Awesome.
Hi all. I've skipped madly, without even the levening of skimming to make up for it. But then, I've been without internet access since last Wednesday, so there was rather a lot.
In news of happiness, I met Heather while I was at my conference last week. She is, as one would expect, exceedingly foamy and fun. And she gave a Friday evening over to entertaining this wandering Buffista, which was splendid of her.
In other news of happiness, I got to pet a live penguin while at the conference. So soft! So cute! I was an exhibitor at the National Science Teachers Association meeting, and my booth was right next to one promoting field trips to Australia, so I got to flirt with a cutiehead Australian fella, too. (No, he's not the one who brought the penguin.) Now I'm sleep deprived, behind at work, and very happy about life.
Heather, penguins and flirting? Very possibly a perfect day.
puts monkeys in a poppy field where they sleep and sleep and sleep
Heather, penguins and flirting? Very possibly a perfect day.
Pretty durned close. Also, there was a Great Horned Owl that I carefully did not pet, but admired greatly. Really, science teacher conventions have some nifty exhibitors.
My, what are these?? Are these tickets to WICKED????
Why yes, they are!
I'm sure it'll be great.
THE ORIGINAL CAST CERTAINLY WAS!!!!!!
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However, the sausage stayed out so long that the other two feared that something bad had happened. The bird flew off to see if he could find her. A short distance away he came upon a dog that had seized the sausage as free booty and was making off with her. The bird complained bitterly to the dog about this brazen abduction, but he claimed that he had discovered forged letters on the sausage, and that she would thus have to forfeit her life to him.
If I had a sausage company it would certainly have to be named The Forged Letters Sausage Co.
I'm partial to Free Booty, myself.
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And I like the versatility of "Free Booty." It could be a descriptor, like "Getchyer free booty here!" Or it could be an exhortation, like Free Nelson Mandela, only without the political overtones.
I'm partial to Free Booty, myself.
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