Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for May 07, 2022

Voles nest underground, so you’ll have to dig them up to bury them.

Letter, big*O* fiddlesticks is cooking w/gas and snow blindness is white out a black ice plus mistakes.

Beatles Brunch and Munch w/creamy Carmel where Clint be Eastwood Mayor Big Mack red tractor and trailer. Trailers for another spaghetti western

She’s mo vole she’s me wife.

The vole was a present from the cat. Hence, the lack of a head. I will fling it into the weeds in a bit, after pausing to show my appreciation, so as not to offend the cat. You don’t want to offend the cat.

We can dialog about brunch

…ugh…

…a ‘to-do’ list…

…yes – in another lifetime ago – I was a treeman…

…and yes – in that lifetime ago – there was such a thing as a two man chain saw…

…this beast actually had a handle on the tip of its bar so that a second pair of hands could guide the bar…

…aah…

…which brings us to ‘fiddlesticks’…

…beating the straws…

…second fiddle…

…think Rodrigo y Gabriela…

…but instead of two separate guitars…

…one fiddler and one beater of the straws…

…nah…

…never saw it neither…

Looks like someone s got a, screw loose after visiting the hairdresser….shear luck, I suppose….

I have to “hand” it to some, they’re always alert, especially after getting the straight and “arrow” plunge through their lame brains.

At first glance, I thought Teresa had lifted that dialogue directly from 3hourtour.

There’s only one thing worse than an unburied dead vole, … and that’s a dead vowel!

Fiddle Faddle …!

These are tiny creatures which are often killed by the animals that they are hunting. So, to bring back enough food, they have to elect a Vole Entier, and hence the name. From this, comes the English word “Volunteer”.

Brunch is either 2nd Breakfast or Elevenses. First Breakfast, Second Breakfast, Elevenses, Luncheon, Tea, Supper, Dinner. Eat throughout the day in smaller portions.

Every vole deserves a decent burial.

On the break room bulletin board at TSA in Washington.

Don’t know about yours, but my voles are self-burying.

And i do not use brunch as a verb. Nope. No way. I can’t even imagine how to use brunch as a verb….

The x on the lower right is in a red box. A red box in Ninette’s spot. A box the signature color of Ninette’s wardrobe. So what, now? I will to be moving with joy to Breaking Cat News, pretend it’s nothing?

To be clear, are we talking about the fiddlesticks that are coated breadsticks or pretzel sticks, or the fiddlesticks that are pecans-chocolate-caramel candies, or the ageless horror known as Fiddlesticks?