Sunday, June 22

Mild Suburban Amusements, Vol. XVI

THIS morning just after seven there's a pounding on the back door which can mean only one thing:  I've forgotten to latch the gate again, and Parker, the praeternaturally garrulous five-year-old from next door has gotten into the yard like a gulp of magpies.  

PG5:  Keats (the neighbor's cat) is under your car and she (he, actually) won't come out!

DR: Parker, would you poke a hibernating bear with a stick? *

PG5: No.

DR:  Well, you are.

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* Exchange shortened for comic effect; it's necessary to repeat any question put to him six times at increasing volume levels just to get him to stop talking long enough to hear you.

7 comments:

map106 said...

You weren't, perhaps, born in July, were you? I would love to be your neighbor.

Kathy said...

You're very own Dennis the Menace! Cute! My daughter's cat can tell her school bus from the other 3 busses that stop in front of our house (which was a selling point!), and walks casually to the front door to greet her...til he hears the voice of one particular friend of hers, and races to stay under the bed. Well, I guess you'd have to be there.

map106 said...

Well, I thought I'd try to outsmart you and ask if a gulp of magpies was one of those collectives of which I was unfamiliar. What fool I.

Considering my personal favorite is a murder of crows (how pedestrian--no wait!--it's an ostentation of peacocks), I realize yet again (I'm a slow learner) I am in over my head.

As ever, master, I bow in awe at your breadth of knowledge. Forgive me, I'm originally from Illinois.

map106 said...

I think I meant impress rather than outsmart.

I really should give it up.

KathyR said...

You need a clowder of cats. That should take care of your magpie infestation.

forked tongue said...

I hope Keats got out from under the car OK.

Anonymous said...

Or is he now hangig out on a grecian urn?

His (groan) apology

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