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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Saturday, November 21, 2020

Guinea Pig Nightmare

What to write about today?
My attempt at a humorous fictitious story about the moon landing went over like a lead balloon yesterday.
I was hoping for some comments
or people arguing about my thesis because they missed the joke at the end of the story.
What I was really hoping for was readers telling their friends to read
because it was funny.
I can dream can't I?
Talking about dreaming.
Yesterday,
I was invited over to my good friend's house to drink some
and eat some homemade
Yes,
we were six feet apart from one another.
After awhile we started talking about pets we have owned over the years.
Then,
to tease me about a story I told him a couple of years ago,
he brought up the fact that I let go of the family's pet guinea pig out into the wilderness when my kids were young.
Guinea pigs are not the kind of pets that the humane society
or pet stores want back.
They ask you to put them down,
as they say,
because they do not want to take the time
or spend the money to do so.
Well,
being the considerate father that I am,
with my kids in tow,
I took our guinea pig out to the wilderness
and let him go free.
Telling my kids that now he can be with others of his kind.
Sweet story right?
Do you know the life expectancy of a domesticated rodent is?
Where there are large snakes,
mountain lions,
coyotes,
falcons,
and hawks living in the area?
Hours,
maybe days.
But my kids didn't know that.
So here is my neighbor,
laughing at me as being an animal killer.
I thought nothing of it.
My subconscious certainly did.
Last night I had this dream where a giant guinea pig is chasing me around the the woods!
After all these years,
now I feel guilty?
 
This is,
Stop Saying They Are So Cute
Jim Hauenstein
 
And,
 
“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened.”
- Anatole France -
 
 That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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