Too much cooking in the warm weather; my brain’s overheated. Result: puns. Beware.
I. E.g. caught Fergus chewing a piece of stick on the balcony. She took it away and scolded him, saying, “Why must you always be eating things that upset your tummy?”
I replied, “He’s just making sure to keep up the splat-us quo.”
II. Things I reflect on while washing the dishes:
- What denomination would snakes be?
- Probably Pentecostal: they speak in tongues.
- Why, then, would a snake smile as a hawk flew away with him?
- Because he was caught up in the raptor.
III. Goodbear posted a nature quiz the other day. Her readers were to try and guess the bird from a photo showing mainly its right foot, with a little of its underbelly and wing feathers. I correctly identified it as a Great Horned Owl. When I found out this morning, I bounded upstairs to E.g. singing out, “Guess what! I won the talon contest!”
All right now, get back to your more sensible blogfriends.