A Pit? A pit!!
To where I ask, to some Middle Earthian glory, to Narnia or the other side of the Moon?
No, not so simple as that; tis a worm hole no doubt, and Pvt. Pooch would do well to run away lest he be sucked there in, and thence to some horrible soul’s damnation.
These are not squirrels dear friends, no mere earth creatures they.
Beware Pvt. Poncho, Beware !
Um yas! The 1165th airborne, I remember those days well.
A surprise night drop and a clean insertion. Those rascals never knew what hit ‘em!
Stand to Pvt. Poncho, your cafe needs you, for at risk is certainly all the good times and camaraderie a pup could ever love.
Music: Underneath the lamp light, by the garden gate……
Sob, Oh Lilly, we hardly knew ye!
A gathering storm and the unsuspecting recruits are ill prepared for the tree rats.
For devious are the minds of squirrels, and all the more devious their evil ways.
Forget the Jabberwocky and Jubb Jubb! its the rabid little tree beasties we must in the end all fear.
(In the distance, Mrs. Tubbsbottl gently cackles.)
To curry favour is to bring pleasure.
To curry Chicken Vindaloo is to bring satisfied smiles.
But -dear friends- To curry a squirrel is to ask for disasters beyond a wild one’s imagination….
Beware fair folk, beware I say!
Uh…. Mrs. Tubbsbottl says aye for that!
Had cat food for dog at lunch.
Stop the insanity, where are the hydrants!?!
Too right, Minwax is indeed the ticket!
In the annals of Plankian glory will your wisdom be celebrated.
(Tried it myself.) - a bit salty though-
Fenyugreek T. lll
“When you’re weary
When tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all”
Oh sweet Plankie, you gave Poncho succor when he was a pup, and strength to fight for what is his!
But this…. a shelf, a mere shelf!
“I’m on your side
When times get rough
And friends just can’t be found
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down”
Sadness surely reigns this day, and blindness, yes blindness to loves’ insistent glory!
How good and fitting for a wee pup to take his plank to the cinema. A day out for doggie and his sweet board. There to sit in darkness and together travel on wisps of dreams and adventure.
Mrs. Tubbsbottl suggests that a soft gentle rub of Murphy’s oil for Plankie and a coke and popcorn would but complete Poncho’s bliss.
I cannot more agree….. sail on, sail on!
Mrs. Tubbsbottl suggests that Orlando might be in need of a good doggy psychologist.
It is mine to believe however that a good whack with a rolled news paper would suffice!
Sally: It look like plankie ok Mama, is Mr. Plankie OK?
Momma: Yes baby, Mr. Plankie he shore is fine now!
Sally: Is Poncho gonna keep his Plankie now Momma, is he?
Momma: Yes my lil’ angel he gonna keep him nice an’ safe for sure.
Sally: Oh Mamma ahm so happy, ahm gonna sleep good, real good tonight.
Mamma: Sweet dreams babygirl, hope you gets to see Mr. Plankie when you dreamin’ too.