STAY IN THE ZONE
“Moose President Doogenhowser issued that war apology on behalf of Moosekind last century, seeking reparation between moose and human after the uprising. We moose still have to forever live with how humanity was once treated by our ancient ancestors: it is our burden and our shame.”
Eh, you mess with the bull moose, you get the antlers.
Yes, very shameful {smirking}
GM Update
Apologies for the delay. I’ll have round six posted sometime tomorrow (Tuesday).
Good morning! It’s Tuesday!
#WAKE UP ALASKA
Oh, you tease.
It isn’t Tuesday for 6 months up in Alaska.
Hot Fudge Sundae falls on Tuesdae this week.
Would this have gone faster without those slug races determining rebranding?
Ahh, but beauty comes in so many forms. Consider my favorite Haiku:
Majestic antlers
rising from the lily pond
-glint from a rifle
— Chee Lan.
Dear Chee,
The world is wider than your targeting sights. Consider Matsuo Basho’s masterpiece:
Furu ike ya
kawazu tobikomu
mizu no oto
–Azdel
An old pond
a frog jumps in
Sound of water
is one translation of many.
Ah, la poésie. I have heard that on portions of Olde Dirt this is “National Poetry Month.” In honor of that, and your contribution, I proffer the following (from here):
the wet cat
skids into her food bowl -
white grass
Sounds derivative of my home planet’sss ancient lay:
Wet skidmarks
On formerly white shorts
Hope they’re grass-stains
