His flute was capable of other wonderful sounds, even whole orchestras of lovely sound. But whatever the sheet music told him and wand-waver orchestrated, Ole Clive always managed to make sure C6-very-sharp was one of the sounds his flute managed to tweet.
The Timelessness of Having Time
On Monday the wind blew from the North On Friday the wind blows from the South. Both are cold winds. I feel the chill taint of October or perhaps November.
A Fabulist Dies for Lent
Billy Onnisdale started talking, and of course, because I was in need of entertainment and not being sober enough to stop him, I let him go at it. “I don't know if you remember old Dick Oslinfar. Quite a guy until he gave up lying. Which is why you probably don't remember him. Only thing … Continue reading A Fabulist Dies for Lent
A Cattle Week and Weekend
The cows do not know Fridays without the fine chew of cudding, and Wednesdays are good as Fridays, as are Thursdays, for cudding; Tuesdays are for cudding too. Wednesdays and Saturdays are to chew; Thursdays are to chew too. Like every Friday, Monday is just like last Sunday, which just like, Tuesday is a great … Continue reading A Cattle Week and Weekend
Vinny Wins a Zymurgy.
Vin Smitt had been toking on the dictionary again. This is not a pleasant thing for those of us who are victim to the sequela of his toke. When Vinny dipped into his Webster’s International you could pretty much depend on a whole new species of malapropist propaganda. And winter is not a good time. … Continue reading Vinny Wins a Zymurgy.
On a Trip To Out There
O, the Olly-Prill Fusses, their kiddles and a couple of offset marmosets were going to go places, so they packed up the freeze-dried and pink lemonade. They loaded up camp stoves, whimsical gas, and marmalade baugettes. The tossed in a fridge, a dishwasher, and a rifle—so unafraid. O, a couple of offset marmosets, the Olly-Prill … Continue reading On a Trip To Out There