Well done on the comment catch-up! I think I'd quite like to meet your colleague with the ideas about armoured and armed drones, he/she sounds like they could be good conversation!
I'm back in Malta, which is much the same as when I left, and I have a lovely jellyfish sting 'scar' on one arm. If you ignore that it was painful when it happened, it's pretty good in that you can clearly see where the head and the tail struck me -- on the bicep and side of my armpit respectively -- and you can see from the (tiny) blisters where the stingers mostly were. It's quite interesting now that it's all over :)
A brief break from Fabian today as something else came to mind....
A record It was unusual to see police in Hundred Acre Wood; less unusual than it had been because there had been several search parties over the last three years for missing people, but unusual enough nonetheless that Kanga and Tigger were leaning against the tree where Owl lived and watching the police cars come and go with interest.
"They're knocking on Piglet's door again," said Tigger, pointing with his tail. "It's like they think they're going to get an answer this time. I bet he's hiding under the bed, terrified." "He's dead," said Kanga flatly. "You don't know that!" "It's a pretty good guess," said Kanga. "You know that Pooh had that barbecue and then got all cagey about it." "The burgers were amazing," said Tigger, his eyes unfocussing as he remembered the luscious tender pork, "and the pork chops were out of this world." "They were Piglet." "Pooh swore that they weren't! Owl interrogated him about it for hours." "Yeah, and Pooh lied for hours. That bear's dangerous, that's all I'm saying." They fell silent as a blue-uniformed police officer approached their tree. Cold eyes regarded them both as though they were criminals, and then the officer half-smiled and spoke to them. "Do either of you have a criminal record?" "No, Sir," said Kanga, cringing just a little. "No-one in Hundred Acre Woods has a criminal record." "Now," said the police officer. "That's interesting to hear. Can you prove it?" "What?" said Tigger. "How does one prove a negative?" "What do you mean?" asked Kanga at the same time. "No-one has a record now?" The officer glared at Tigger and sighed at Kanga. "Eeyore," he said. Tigger and Kanga looked at each other, both shocked. "Eeyore was a drug mule--" "He was a donkey!" interrupted Kanga, sounding horrified. "A depressed donkey," added Tigger. "He was a well-known drug mule," said the police officer. "We've arrested him several times, but it's always been hard to make the charges stick." "He vanished though," said Kanga, who also harboured suspicions about Pooh with regard to that. "Convenient, huh?" said the Police officer with that same half-smile. "Just when we were finally getting some hard evidence. Right, what can you tell me about the pig?" "Piglet?" asked Tigger, but Kanga was already shaking her head wearily. "Missing," she said. "Since a barbecue. Have you asked Pooh about it at all?" "Mr. Bear is helping us with our inquiries," said the Police Officer. "We'll be putting him in the witness protection programme soon." Kanga fell over backwards in startlement.
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Well done on the comment catch-up! I think I'd quite like to meet your colleague with the ideas about armoured and armed drones, he/she sounds like they could be good conversation!
I'm back in Malta, which is much the same as when I left, and I have a lovely jellyfish sting 'scar' on one arm. If you ignore that it was painful when it happened, it's pretty good in that you can clearly see where the head and the tail struck me -- on the bicep and side of my armpit respectively -- and you can see from the (tiny) blisters where the stingers mostly were. It's quite interesting now that it's all over :)
A brief break from Fabian today as something else came to mind....
A record
It was unusual to see police in Hundred Acre Wood; less unusual than it had been because there had been several search parties over the last three years for missing people, but unusual enough nonetheless that Kanga and Tigger were leaning against the tree where Owl lived and watching the police cars come and go with interest.
"They're knocking on Piglet's door again," said Tigger, pointing with his tail. "It's like they think they're going to get an answer this time. I bet he's hiding under the bed, terrified."
"He's dead," said Kanga flatly.
"You don't know that!"
"It's a pretty good guess," said Kanga. "You know that Pooh had that barbecue and then got all cagey about it."
"The burgers were amazing," said Tigger, his eyes unfocussing as he remembered the luscious tender pork, "and the pork chops were out of this world."
"They were Piglet."
"Pooh swore that they weren't! Owl interrogated him about it for hours."
"Yeah, and Pooh lied for hours. That bear's dangerous, that's all I'm saying."
They fell silent as a blue-uniformed police officer approached their tree. Cold eyes regarded them both as though they were criminals, and then the officer half-smiled and spoke to them.
"Do either of you have a criminal record?"
"No, Sir," said Kanga, cringing just a little. "No-one in Hundred Acre Woods has a criminal record."
"Now," said the police officer. "That's interesting to hear. Can you prove it?"
"What?" said Tigger. "How does one prove a negative?"
"What do you mean?" asked Kanga at the same time. "No-one has a record now?"
The officer glared at Tigger and sighed at Kanga.
"Eeyore," he said. Tigger and Kanga looked at each other, both shocked. "Eeyore was a drug mule--"
"He was a donkey!" interrupted Kanga, sounding horrified.
"A depressed donkey," added Tigger.
"He was a well-known drug mule," said the police officer. "We've arrested him several times, but it's always been hard to make the charges stick."
"He vanished though," said Kanga, who also harboured suspicions about Pooh with regard to that.
"Convenient, huh?" said the Police officer with that same half-smile. "Just when we were finally getting some hard evidence. Right, what can you tell me about the pig?"
"Piglet?" asked Tigger, but Kanga was already shaking her head wearily.
"Missing," she said. "Since a barbecue. Have you asked Pooh about it at all?"
"Mr. Bear is helping us with our inquiries," said the Police Officer. "We'll be putting him in the witness protection programme soon."
Kanga fell over backwards in startlement.
Greg - holy jeeze, that doesn't sound like it was much fun. How long will it take to heal?
Ah, yes, your take on the not so wonderful world of Pooh Bear. Not something to share with the boys quite yet, but I certainly enjoy them :D
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