An Inspirational Message from Hope
See! Just when all looks desolate and bleak, and it appears that you may be miserable forever more, you may, like Ray, find a forked carrot.
Excuse me Hope. Are you done?
Why yes Rayetta. I believe I am, done.
Good. I, Rayetta need to spell. Now sit over there and be quiet. Or better yet, go look for shrews and take my idiot brother with you.
Hmmmm! All righty then. I, Rayetta, the LDR in point of fact, have been, due to my naturally inquisitive and playful nature, gulled into participating in all this telescope tomfoolery, even to the extent of actually abiding and abetting the telescope rubber shoe fiasco. Tomorrow, at dawn's early light, I shall reveal the extent of that disaster to the world. Just to show that even I, the LDR, am not infallible. Who would have thought that Canola oil wouldn't keep 'em separated?
But now these knuckleheads have enthused themselves on to a new danger, and even the normally paranoid Crumby has succumbed, utterly. I am referring to their designs for looking upon Ogma Sunface through the medium of a telescope. Truly at least one of the Druidry in these parts may soon require a patch to conceal a burned out eye socket. Hopefully, when the first one of them gets zapped, the rest will desist. But with this bunch even one of them hollering, "I have indeed burnt my eye out" might not necesarily dissuade the rest of them from taking a quick peek.
Sigh! Goddess help a poor Druidess worn out in your service.
Well. And taking a cue from the remorselessly optimistic Hope, Druidic powers have been known to increase exponentially in Druids blinded in one eye, especially if the eye that remains is the one the Druid employs for second sight. So, some good could result from this Ogma peeping even if an "accident" should transpire, maybe.
Excuse me Hope. Are you done?
Why yes Rayetta. I believe I am, done.
Good. I, Rayetta need to spell. Now sit over there and be quiet. Or better yet, go look for shrews and take my idiot brother with you.
Hmmmm! All righty then. I, Rayetta, the LDR in point of fact, have been, due to my naturally inquisitive and playful nature, gulled into participating in all this telescope tomfoolery, even to the extent of actually abiding and abetting the telescope rubber shoe fiasco. Tomorrow, at dawn's early light, I shall reveal the extent of that disaster to the world. Just to show that even I, the LDR, am not infallible. Who would have thought that Canola oil wouldn't keep 'em separated?
But now these knuckleheads have enthused themselves on to a new danger, and even the normally paranoid Crumby has succumbed, utterly. I am referring to their designs for looking upon Ogma Sunface through the medium of a telescope. Truly at least one of the Druidry in these parts may soon require a patch to conceal a burned out eye socket. Hopefully, when the first one of them gets zapped, the rest will desist. But with this bunch even one of them hollering, "I have indeed burnt my eye out" might not necesarily dissuade the rest of them from taking a quick peek.
Sigh! Goddess help a poor Druidess worn out in your service.
Well. And taking a cue from the remorselessly optimistic Hope, Druidic powers have been known to increase exponentially in Druids blinded in one eye, especially if the eye that remains is the one the Druid employs for second sight. So, some good could result from this Ogma peeping even if an "accident" should transpire, maybe.
posted by ray pistrum at Wednesday, January 11, 2006
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