I called her Frondescence, because she was always seemed to find new ways of leaving me and I doubt that she’ll ever come back. If only we could have only met later on in life when I was more mature. She was special to me and I am the one who is culpable for our relationship falling apart. She warned me from the beginning that she would not stand for me showing interest in anybody but her, but when I saw this tall blonde hitchhiking in the rain, I stopped to offer succor, because I saw she was in distress. When I got back to our apartment, I told her about the girl that I picked up in the rain, and she flipped out saying, “You can have her if you want her, as I am leaving.”
I said, “Honey, it is not like that, nothing happened and all I want is you. I would never sink to the level of cheating on you, so you have no reason to be jealous of this girl that I will most likely never see again. I would not have even told you about her, if I thought that you were going to go off on a virtual tirade like this. I want our love to soar, but if you already have your mind made up, I did get that girl’s phone number.” She threw a shoe at me and left.
Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompts – Succor, for the Daily Spur prompt – Sink, for FOWC with Fandango – Culpable, for Jibber Jabber by Sue – Soar, for July Monthly Writing Prompts – If only we could, for Ragtag Community – Frondescence, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Offer Tall Special and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Virtual.
I had enough toilet paper to last me till Thanksgiving and I was not worried when all the shelves were empty at the store, but yesterday when I went out, I saw that they had toilet paper available on the shelves again, and I bought more. It is taking up the whole bottom space in my pantry and I can barely close the door and I figure that now I will be good through Easter and my pantry could be called the cupboard of abundance. I certainly don’t want to run out of toilet paper and it looks like we have a long way to go with this Covid-19 pandemic, as it doesn’t seem to be going quietly away. I wonder if I was stocking up, or have I become a hoarder.
It seems simple enough, wash your hands, avoid touching your face and when you are out in public, wear a mask and practice social distancing. Trump came up with a deeply flawed argument, dismissing the severity of the pandemic, downplaying the effect of the disease even as infections continue to spread across the US. He falsely claimed that 99% of the virus cases are totally harmless and I heard on the news that 4% of the people who get Covid-19 in the US, end up dead. Almost 130,000 people have already died here from this so-called “harmless” virus and at about 2.9 million people have tested positive for the infection, so a simple observation along with some easy math says that it is closer to 4.5% of the people that contract this virus will end up dead. These statistics don’t even account for the thousands of people who have spent weeks in the hospital or weeks at home with mild to moderate symptoms that caused debilitating health problems.
In Florida where many people are aging, test results showed that by July 3, that there has been a total of 190,052 positive COVID-19 cases with 3,702 of these resulting in death from the virus. Since July 3rd, 18 more Florida residents have died from this pandemic. It is not just the older populations and those with underlying health conditions that are at risk, as Covid-19 is having a severe impact on young people now. In Florida, the median age of positive Covid-19 cases in March was 65 years old, but within the last week, it has dropped to 35 years old. Florida has reopened and maybe this was done by Governor Ron DeSantis to oblige the Republican president, but if that is the case, this was done in bad taste.
A significant portion of Covid-19 patients are asymptomatic, so that means that there are a lot of people who are walking around with the virus, but since they are unaware of having it, but they are passing this infection on to others, so the transmission is still spreading. The Novel Covid-19 is a silent killer and you may not know that you are infected, until it is too late. The world is different now, especially in the stillness that was created by social distancing, quarantine, and isolation. Many people feel loneliness and this is apparent in those who wear their heart on their sleeve, but everyone copes differently and you can’t tell a book by its cover. It is not like we can put on a pair of ruby slippers and tap our heels together like Dorothy did in The Wizard of Oz and have everything go back to normal again, as the genie is not getting back in the bottle.
Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompts – Oblige, for the Daily Spur prompt – Loneliness, for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Observation, for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 142 prompt – The genie is not getting back in the bottle, for FOWC with Fandango – Taste, for Midwest Fantasy Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge – to write a poem or piece of prose around the words “in the stillness”, for Jibber Jabber by Sue – Quietly, for July Monthly Writing Prompts – The cupboard of abundance, for Ragtag Community – Ruby, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Available Book Sleeve, for Linda G. Hill Life in progress What Day is it Anyway? July 7th, 2020 and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Aging.
By opening a book, you afford yourself with the potential to gain knowledge. The lips of the wise spread knowledge, but the hearts of fools still believe in Trump, loving him like he is the second coming of God. No matter what he says, or does, Republicans are sticking with him, even when he defends Putin. Press Secretary Kayleigh McEnany said during Tuesday’s White House briefing that President Trump has been briefed on intelligence that found a Russian military unit offered and paid bounties to militants for killing United States soldiers in Afghanistan, but the thing is that he does not like to read reports, so if it does not have pictures, or a video to accompany it, he most likely ignores it. Records show that Trump was briefed on this and he failed to act, wtf.
Trump’s indifference to the printed word has been apparent for some time and White House staffers have said they can’t get Trump to read briefing papers unless they are one page or less, with lots of graphs and pictures, and with Trump’s name must be mentioned in every paragraph and for this reason the National Security Council members were instructed to keep policy papers to a single page and to include lots of graphics and maps. Trump needs the pictures so he can get in the zone to read anything that is printed. How would you feel if you lost a loved one in Afghanistan, because Trump was unwilling to read the security briefings? Trump said reports of Russia paying bounties to Taliban-linked fighters to kill U.S. troops and coalition forces in Afghanistan is a hoax.
On the other hand, Trump seems to be quite fond of reading newspaper and magazine articles about himself, or at least skimming them and looking at the pictures and headlines. McEnany said that the president does read and that he is the most informed person on planet. It was reported that President Trump ignored more than a dozen intelligence briefings in January and February that warned him of the coronavirus, which were in his Daily Brief. When Trump drops the ball on various issues, he comes up with his standby excuse of saying, “I didn’t read it”. What could be more important for a president than keeping the country safe from a pandemic, or threats from foreign governments? It seems like the only thing that is important to Trump is appealing to his base, so that he can get reelected. How can someone lead a country, when they knowingly allow people to die, because they are too lazy to read a report?
No one is able to read all the novels that were ever written and published and it can’t be easy being the president. He wanted the job, which is one that allows no respite for sickness or holidays, but he does get time off to play golf. Trump is very comfortable holding a Bible for a photo opportunity and he doesn’t have a problem gassing peaceful protestors so he can be in front of the cameras. Trump was shown holding the Bible backwards and seemingly upside down, as if he’d never held one before. He has said that nothing beats the Bible and it is even better than his own book, The Art of the Deal. Despite calling it his favorite book, he does admit that he does not know it all that well and he won’t say whether or not he likes the Old Testament better than the New Testament, however he does admit that he is fond of the saying, “An eye for an eye”. This is certainly not the page where the heart speaks words in the scriptures, but maybe his heart is gelid. Trump exhibits impulsive behavior unpredictably lashing out at employees before he fires them. There is a lot more that I could say about Trump, but my hope is that he won’t be around that much longer, so we can finally have a sane person in the White House.
If you want to be an Arachnologist, you may only earn a pittance, but insects are fascinating because they are resilient, and it is fun to observe anything that oozes slime. You will find that where there is one, there will probably be hundreds or even thousands of them. Arthropods which includes such familiar forms as lobsters, crabs, spiders, mites, insects, centipedes, and millipedes make up about 75% of all animals on Earth and by mounting the comb on one external body part and the sharp edge on the other, they can stridulate by rubbing the two hard parts together producing a shrill, grating sound. A sharp edge or “scraper” is located on the upper surface of the lower wing and is rubbed against a row of bumps known as the “file” on the underside of the upper wing. Some insects like fireflies are silent dismal disappointments, as they never make a sound. Insects can be colorful and Hernándo Cortés learned that the vibrant hue of scarlet in Aztec fabrics was made from the crushed-up cochineal insect.
On a summer day, while a soft breeze rustles quietly through the trees, you can hear the high-pitched hum of crickets, katydids, grasshoppers, and cicadas filling the air. Bumblebees will buzz through flower gardens, while grasshoppers bounce and crickets chirp. Summertime brings all of nature’s musically inclined creatures out to play a symphony every day. The best time to hear late summer insects is after dark, when katydids (large green grasshoppers) take center stage. These wonderful musicians chirp, click, zip, rattle, and lisp from nature, and sometimes they find their way inside our homes. It is a joy to behold these choruses of males, serenading the females of their own species with their purposeful buzzing, whirring, chirping, and sawing. Insect noises also transmit information about species identity, sex, and location. You may not think of the buzz and whine of insects as musical, but in Aesop’s fable, a grasshopper plays the fiddle in the summer while the ant works.
Insects have the ability to produce sounds, but they don’t have ears, however they are sensitive to vibrations. Classical music greats like Beethoven, Handel, Chopin, and Schubert have included insects in their works. ‘Flight of the Bumblebee’ by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov is perhaps the most recognizable of these classical works. Probably the most notable musical group to have taken an insect name is the Beatles and they took this name because they idolized Buddy Holly and the Crickets. A few of the more popular artists that have recorded insect songs are AC/DC ‘Fly on the Wall’, Aerosmith ‘Joanie’s Butterfly’, Alice Cooper ‘Halo of Flies’, the Bee Gees ‘Butterfly’, Blondie ‘Dragonfly’, Bob Dylan ‘Day of the Locusts’, Cher ‘Elusive Butterfly’, the Cure ‘Caterpillar’, the Dave Matthews Band ‘Ants Marching’, the Doobie Brothers ‘Beehive State’, the Doors ‘The Wasp [Texas Radio and the Big Beat]’, Genesis ‘Cuckoo Cocoon’, Heart ‘Dog and Butterfly’, the Hollies ‘Butterfly’, James Brown ‘I Got Ants in My Pants’, Jethro Tull ‘Moths’, Jimi Hendrix ‘Hornet’s Nest’, Kansas ‘Gnat Attack’, the Kinks ‘Cricket’, Mariah Carey ‘Butterfly’, Paul McCartney ‘Little Lamb Dragonfly’, Pearl Jam ‘Red Mosquito’, the Rolling Stones ‘King Bee’, Smashing Pumpkins ‘Bullet with Butterfly Wings’, Sound Garden ‘Drawing Flies’, Stevie Ray Vaughan ‘Honey Bee’, and Van Halen ‘Spanish Fly’.
A careful listener could match the buzz of a fly to a key on the piano. That is exactly what Robert Hooke, the natural philosopher did in the 17th century, as he was able to tell how many strokes a fly makes with her wings (those flies that hum in their flying) by the note that it answers to in music during their flying. Hooke designed and built a wheel with regular teeth marks around its edge. As the wheel spun, the teeth struck a card, making a noise. The faster the speed of the wheel, the higher the frequency of the teeth hitting the card. Every time a fly beats its wings, it makes a sound. But, if it beats its wings many times a second, those combined beats turn into a hum. The faster the wings are beaten, the higher the hum. If Robert Hooke’s wheel made the same note as the hum of a fly, then the frequency of the fly’s wings could be deduced.
The Beatles song ‘Sun King’ is a beautiful melody that illustrates nocturnal peace and the newly born day begins with the chirping sound of a cricket. In 1992, Tom Waits was listening to a celestial, eerie recording of crickets that was radically slowed down and he thought it sounded like the Vienna Boys Choir. The song was called ‘Ballad of the Twisted Hair’, off of the album Medicine Songs by David Carson & the Little Wolf Band. Jim Wilson recorded crickets in his back yard, and he brought it into the studio and went ahead and lowered the pitch and lowered the pitch and lowered the pitch, until they sounded like a well-trained church choir. Opera singer Bonnie Jo Hunt was approached by Robbie Robertson and Jim Wilson to attach some human accompaniment to the stunning chorus Wilson had discovered, but the original composition only had crickets and it was called ‘God’s Chorus’.
The Chinese kept crickets in a box as pets for more than 3,200 years. Cricket fighting was started by Tang Dynasty emperors more than 1,000 years ago. One would think that depression would set in from being cooped up all the time, that is if crickets do have feelings. Master Fang thought that cricket fighting was a spiritual activity and he felt that it was the cricket trainer could only cultivate virtue in the insects by showing them love and affection. Only the males fight, but before the fight they are given the company of a girl cricket to spend the night with, which helps them relax. The fighting lasts just a few seconds and winner and losers are determined by the cricket who starts to run away or moves backwards from the battle, or their downfall is determined if they stop chirping.
The Wet Tropics of Queensland in Australia is the home of the King Crickets which roam the forest floor at night feeding on scraps of decaying matter and killing small creatures with their powerful jaws. They mostly hide during the day from predators who can detect their smell. In Southeast Asia, deep-fried crickets are a common snack food and deep-fried grasshoppers are a favorite in Nigeria when spiced with powdered chili, but you might need something to wash them down with. In Cambodia and Laos cricket farming is the informal food sector for wild caught crickets and this becomes a market for edible insects. This has become a very long post and I got zilch left, which is probably a good thing.
Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Pittance, for the Daily Spur prompt – Depression, for FOWC with Fandango – Slime, for June Writing Prompts – Dismal disappointments, for Ragtag Community – Zilch, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Human Vibrant Company, for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Newly and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #194 hosted by Yves – Wet Downfall Beautiful Smell Girl Wash Resilient Stridulate Virtue Informal Attach Backwards.
I’ve fallen and I can’t get up, please stop the world and let me off. I just dreamt about you, but my dreams were shattered, because I played the game of love and lost. There is nothing more important to me than having the right clothes to fit my frame. There is no reason to impugn the vast expenditure of time and effort that I put into this post and I am not asking for a continuance, or a reprieve, but if you feel that it is your duty to protest, then go for it. If you think that this is the worst post that I have ever written, please let me know in the comment section below.
In the early 1960s big-band swing dances declined and gave way to rock ‘n’ roll, as the large size of these groups made touring very expensive and complex, compared to small, 3-5 member groups that came later. Teenagers were still listening to music that was sweet and soulless, manufactured pop with a beat for crooners such as Bobby Vinton and Bobby Vee. In 1958, Link Wray’s ‘Rumble’ was banned from the airwaves because it was a whole new sound and people did not like stuff that was different. The same year, Bobby Darin, was relaxin’ in the tub and he found out that there was a party goin’ on. The older hollow-body electric/upright bass eventually began to slink away into obscurity, as the curious new Fender bass guitar was first seen in the hands of Lionel Hampton’s bassist Roy Johnson who waxed on its ease of playing and transporting as well as its tonal presence on stage.
Pop music was blended with country when Lynn Anderson had a big hit with Joe South’s ‘Rose Garden’. Jimmy Buffett never blew out his flip flop because he needed some new Summer footwear, as he stepped on a pop top, which can be dangerous when you are drinking one Margarita after the other, and having trouble finding the salt. In 1967, the 1910 Fruitgum Company had their most successful chart hit with a song based on a children’s game ‘Simon Says’.
Music would be changed forever with the advent of Jimi Hendrix. The Spanish Castle Ballroom which was constructed in 1931 and located outside Seattle had served as a popular venue for young aspiring musicians and other men of mystery since its inception. The club started changing during the time when a young Seattle musician named Jimi Hendrix started frequenting this place along with his Gibson amplifier. Jimi always had his amplifier in his car and when a band that was playing at this club had a problem with theirs, the skinny black kid went to his car, to snag his amp, and loan it to the group, if they would give him permission so that he could play on stage along with the band. Lots of bands blew their amps in those days, so many would let him play with them as long as he loaned them his amp. Hendrix’s lingering fondness for Seattle’s music scene is indicated by the fact that years after he left the Northwest he penned ‘Spanish Castle Magic’ in tribute to his days hanging out at the old roadhouse. The club was demolished in April of 1968, roughly a year after the release of this nostalgic tune.
It’s very far away
It takes about a half a day to get there
If we travel by my, dragonfly
No it’s not in Spain
But all the same you know, it’s a groovy name
And the wind’s just right
Hey!
Hang on my darling
Hang on if you want to go
Hear it’s a really groovy place
It’s uh, just a little bit of uh, said uh
Spanish Castle Magic
The clouds are really low
And they overflow with cotton candy
And battlegrounds red and brown
But it’s all in your mind
Don’t think your time on bad things
Just float your little mind around
Look out! Ooh
Hang on my darling, yeah
Hang on if you want to go
It’s a ha, as you can see
A really groovy place
It’s just a little bit of
Spanish Castle Magic
Yeah baby, listen
Yeah, It’s all in your mind babe
Ow! Yeah
Hang on my darling, hey
Hang on, hang on if you want to go
Oh girl, that’s right baby
It’s a, a little bit of
Spanish Castle Magic, hey
Little bit of
Spanish Castle Magic
Hey, I can’t sing this song
Yeah baby
Get on baby, yeah
It’s all in your mind
Little bit of daydream here and there
Oh, yeah, oh, hey!
Everything’s going to be alright
Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Slink, for the Daily Spur prompt – Fruit, for FOWC with Fandango – Tub, for May Writing Prompts – Men of mystery, for Ragtag Community – Snag, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Problem Ease Whole, for GC The Main Aisle and Sue W Nan’s Farm Weekly Prompt – Summer footwear and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Rose.
‘Twas the day before Easter, she laid in her bed
Thoughts of bunnies swirled around in her head
No dreams of dragon scales, just eggs, candy and toys
She was listening to a tune by the Back Street Boys
The egg hunt was soon and eggs she would gather
She could go on for hours with all of her blather
The bunny ears were a subtle innuendo that she was ready
Her excitement kept building up till she felt unsteady
She got up from her bed and walked around her room
She looked out her window and the lilies started to bloom
She loved this holiday and she was known to hem and haw
She saved a carrot for the Easter Bunny and yes it was raw
Today she would watch the film Easter Parade
Help her mom color eggs and drink lemon aide
The whole day long, she felt fine
She coughed at bedtime, was this a sign
She got sick that night and never got her basket
Covid-19 entered her bosom and she is in a casket
I miss you
Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Blather, for the Daily Spur prompt – Tune, for FOWC with Fandango – Innuendo, for Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda’s Go Dog Go Café Midwest Fantasy Tuesday Writing Prompt – I miss you, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Nekneeraj’s Photo Challenge #317, for May Writing Prompts – Dragon scales, for Ragtag Community – Bloom, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Raw Film Sign and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Bosom.
Jim said to Charlotte, “You don’t need a weatherman to tell which way the wind blows and although the clouds are constantly changing, there are clear images inside of all of this chaos that seems to be pointing to our destruction. It is a fine day, so let’s grab a blanket and find a quiet spot outside where we can relax while we examine the sky above for clues. We can explore the shapes of the clouds to gain a special meaning from them, and see if they will reveal something special just for us.” Charlotte said, “Are you still tripping on that acid that you dropped last night, or have you decided to take up the lost divination skill of aeromancy? You are right though, as we should get outside today, because I am tired of being cooped up and listening to that windbag president spewing out his meretricious words that only cause me frustration. Give me a minute to change into my running shoes and then I will be ready to check out the foliage, as the landscape from our front window has changed from dull browns and drab tans to swirls of pink, yellow and green in a matter of the past few days.”
Jim said, “OK babe, I will feed the hamster and then I will wait outside for you while I check on the birch tree to see how it is doing after I pruned it earlier this year. Today is Memorial Day and the beaches have opened, but with nearly 50,000 cases of Covid-19 across Florida, I don’t think that we should risk it yet.” Charlotte said, “Oh yea, it is Memorial Day, as I often forget what day it is since this pandemic struck. I try in earnest to stay awake concerning this situation, but then I get lost in a sea of statistics and as I begin to hesitate, all I want to do is get more sleep. We should go to the park and watch the parade and I could put together a picnic basket, but only if you agree to heft it around.”
Jim said, “You know that I hate parades, the marching bands and everything that goes with them and it probably stems from that first job that I had, where I was required to scoop up all the horse poop after the parade was over and that was pure misery for me. People are so messy and they often say don’t cry when life hands you lemons, but they never consider the lemony liabilities. Let’s just go out in the back yard where we won’t need to wear our masks and it will be quiet enough for us to hear the sounds of the wind passing through leaves on the trees, or it is possible that even the grass may carry some sort of message. I’ll grab a joint for us to smoke and you could put on that gossamer blouse that looks so pretty on you.”
Just then, the sun turned to darkness, and the moon to blood, and Charlotte said, “We won’t be getting any signs from the sky today, or at least I won’t, as I am not going out there” and then the heavens opened up and it began raining. Those poor people that are having their parade rained on, I feel so sad for them. I guess the good news is that we didn’t get our blanket wet.” Jim turned the TV back on and he saw that Trump was tweeting sexist taunts and personal insults against prominent female Democrats, including Hillary Clinton and House Speaker Nancy Pelosi and Jim said, “Speaking of wet blankets, that orange dude is up to his old antics again, I really think that the hydroxychloroquine that he is taking has messed up his mind.” Charlotte said, “You are being too kind, as he is nothing more than a shortcut to disaster and his brain is the equivalent of what a child has.”
Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Heft, for the Daily Spur prompt – Equivalent, for FOWC with Fandango – Shortcut, for May Writing Prompts – Lemony liabilities, for Ragtag Community – Gossamer, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Misery Kind Frustration, for Linda G. Hill Life in progress What Day is it Anyway?, for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Acid and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #191 hosted by Yves – Earnest Awake Foliage Aeromancy Meretricious Shoes Running Birch Hamster Smoke Sleep Hesitate.
Someday, this will be over– only remembered like some half-felt and fading nightmare. We should have never been messing around with this deadly stuff in the first place. We were working with bats, collecting and testing samples from wild bats and eventually identifying them as the source of the pathogen. I can’t count how many dark caves I was in, but it was a lot as my co-workers had given me the title of “Bat Woman”. I was searching for a SARS-like virus in bats that had the potential to jump directly to humans and resisted treatments used against SARS. My brother was bit on the neck by one of those nasty blood sucking bats and I wanted to save his life and I was way more than knee deep into this and I wasn’t going to settle for anything less than a cure.
My brother was very sick within a day after being bit, but he was cooperative and he let us draw all the blood that we needed from him for testing purposes. Our lab was set up for containment and we had all the necessary Personal Protective Equipment that we needed to block anything from escaping, or at least we thought that we did. With all of the lab workers hidden under gowns, gloves and masks, it looked like we were getting ready to pull off a heist. Someone dropped a vial of infected blood on the floor and we were under the assumption, that if we cleaned up the spill and disinfected the area, that we would all be safe. We were wrong as the infected blood seeped into the air ventilation system like a tidal wave and everything was infected and we were all going to die. My brother could no longer talk but he was able to scribble down some words on a scrap of paper which read, “This is a punishment from nature, for us acting without using our noggin”.
Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Heist, for the Daily Spur prompt – Assumption, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan, for FOWC with Fandango – Block, for May Writing Prompts – Knee deep, for Ragtag Community – Settle, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Scribble Draw Scrap, for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write – Title and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Noggin.
You only need to know a few folding tricks in order to make your own vessel to navigate the water’s currents. I wanted to watch my paper boat which I painted green, as it made its way out to sea, that is if it didn’t get stuck in those waterlilies. I opened up a bottle of Yoo-Hoo, because I wasn’t able to get hold of my dad’s rum and I poured some of the contents onto the bow to christen my boat Sea Biscuit, but I was not sure if would sink or float. I launched it in the creek just under the bridge and since my favorite toy was Gumby and I knew how much he enjoyed going on adventures, I put him in my boat.
Gumby was flexible enough to pilot Sea Biscuit past the waterlilies and he looked like a champion as he steered past the rocks that were jutting up, making a classic move around them that showed his skill. The rocks created turbulent zones, but Gumby maintained control as he went past a frog that just grabbed an insect with his long tongue. I ran through the field alongside of the creek and I almost stepped on a snake which made me fumble my candy bar, which I got from the market. That sneaky snake was a master at deception, but I was sipping on subterfuge as I knew his camouflage was no match for me.
The water started flowing more rapidly and I could hear the water falls ahead and I wanted to have a good spot to watch Gumby plunge over the falls. Gumby was my favorite toy, but I had grown tired of him and besides that my friends made fun of me for having a stupid toy that didn’t ever do anything cool. Well this would be a cool end for him and it would make me happy to see him bash his rubber head and drown. I would not miss him, or get the Blues from him not being in my life, but on the other hand we were friends for many years and he would not be forgotten. I wondered if Gumby might be eaten by a lobster after he sunk with the boat.
