You have to zoom in really big to actually see those things on the roof. At first they looked like Canada geese to me, but after zooming in, I could see them better and they are definitely skinny black things wearing clogs..Kind of reminds me of a poem my dad used to tell us when I was a kid:.LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIEby JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY.INSCRIBED WITH ALL FAITH AND AFFECTIONTo all the little children: – The happy ones; and sad ones;The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;The good ones – Yes, the good ones, too; and all the lovely bad ones..Little Orphant Annie’s come to our house to stay,An’ wash the cups an’ saucers up, an’ brush the crumbs away,An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep,An’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board-an-keep;An’ all us other childern, when the supper-things is done,We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest fun,A-listenin’ to the witch-tales ‘at Annie tells about,An’ the Gobble-uns ‘at gits youEf youDon’tWatchOut!.Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn’t say his prayers, -An’ when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,His Mammy heerd him holler, an’ his Daddy heerd him bawl,An’ when they turn’t the kivvers down, he wuzn’t there at all!An’ they seeked him in the rafter-room, an’ cubby-hole, an’ press,An seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an’ ever’-wheres, I guess;But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an’ roundabout: -An’ the Gobble-uns ‘ll git youEf youDon’tWatchOut!.An’ one time a little girl ‘ud allus laugh an’ grin,An’ make fun of ever’ one, an’ all her blood-an’-kin;An’ wunst, when they was “company,” an’ ole folks wuz there,She mocked ‘em an’ shocked ‘em, an’ said she didn’t care!An’ thist as she kicked her heels, an’ turn’t to run an’ hide,They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin’ by her side,An’ they snatched her through the ceilin’ ‘for she knowed what she’s about!An’ the Gobble-uns ‘ll git youEf youDon’tWatchOut!.An’ little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,An’ the lamp-wick sputters, an’ the wind goes woo-oo!An’ you hear the crickets quit, an’ the moon is gray,An’ the lightnin’bugs in dew is all squenched away, -You better mind yer parunts, an’ yer teachurs fond an’ dear,An’ cherish them ‘at loves you, an’ dry the orphant’s tear,An’ he’p the pore an’ needy ones ‘at clusters all about,Er the Gobble-uns ’ll git youEf youDon’tWatchOut!
Ida No almost 10 years ago
Cloggers. Why’d it have to be cloggers?Fay in ballerina slippers we can cope with. Why cloggers?
James Hopkins almost 10 years ago
I zoomed in and I still can’t see what’s in the last panel.
ajr58 almost 10 years ago
Feed’em Pizza and they’ll do anything for you.
SallyLin almost 10 years ago
I don’t get it. What’s a troupe of fay?
CatStaff Premium Member almost 10 years ago
What a great image for those heavy summer rains! Thank you.
pschearer Premium Member almost 10 years ago
If I did not know the name of the obscure Wagner opera “Die Feen” (“The Fairies”) I would not have recognized the word ‘fay’ at all.
Tricia A. almost 10 years ago
I’m used to seeing the word spelled “fey”, but I did get the reference.
1148559 almost 10 years ago
You have to zoom in really big to actually see those things on the roof. At first they looked like Canada geese to me, but after zooming in, I could see them better and they are definitely skinny black things wearing clogs..Kind of reminds me of a poem my dad used to tell us when I was a kid:.LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIEby JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY.INSCRIBED WITH ALL FAITH AND AFFECTIONTo all the little children: – The happy ones; and sad ones;The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;The good ones – Yes, the good ones, too; and all the lovely bad ones..Little Orphant Annie’s come to our house to stay,An’ wash the cups an’ saucers up, an’ brush the crumbs away,An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep,An’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board-an-keep;An’ all us other childern, when the supper-things is done,We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest fun,A-listenin’ to the witch-tales ‘at Annie tells about,An’ the Gobble-uns ‘at gits youEf youDon’tWatchOut!.Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn’t say his prayers, -An’ when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,His Mammy heerd him holler, an’ his Daddy heerd him bawl,An’ when they turn’t the kivvers down, he wuzn’t there at all!An’ they seeked him in the rafter-room, an’ cubby-hole, an’ press,An seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an’ ever’-wheres, I guess;But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an’ roundabout: -An’ the Gobble-uns ‘ll git youEf youDon’tWatchOut!.An’ one time a little girl ‘ud allus laugh an’ grin,An’ make fun of ever’ one, an’ all her blood-an’-kin;An’ wunst, when they was “company,” an’ ole folks wuz there,She mocked ‘em an’ shocked ‘em, an’ said she didn’t care!An’ thist as she kicked her heels, an’ turn’t to run an’ hide,They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin’ by her side,An’ they snatched her through the ceilin’ ‘for she knowed what she’s about!An’ the Gobble-uns ‘ll git youEf youDon’tWatchOut!.An’ little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,An’ the lamp-wick sputters, an’ the wind goes woo-oo!An’ you hear the crickets quit, an’ the moon is gray,An’ the lightnin’bugs in dew is all squenched away, -You better mind yer parunts, an’ yer teachurs fond an’ dear,An’ cherish them ‘at loves you, an’ dry the orphant’s tear,An’ he’p the pore an’ needy ones ‘at clusters all about,Er the Gobble-uns ’ll git youEf youDon’tWatchOut!
SallyLin almost 10 years ago
Thank you, friends! And thank you, Maizing. I read that aloud to myself in my best Irish Nanny voice and vowed to be a better little girl in future!