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These days visitors to the state forest are not as plentiful. People still travel the two hours up from town to have a look but not nearly as many as before. Last summer, Sarah was still driving Uncle Ebert up there early every morning. His daily routine was what attracted so many folks' attention. He spent all day, every day up there, methodically accomplishing his all of his procedures. Sarah would arrive for him just before dark. The visitors would disperse. Children would come up on school buses from summer camp and day school. Of course, there were all sorts of families and summer vacationers coming in cars and motorhomes and Harleys. The adult groups though, were amazing. They would actually rent out big tour buses and arrive in twos and threes. The Chamber of Commerce put together tour packages. All sorts of church groups came.The Rotary and the Kiwanas and the Elks came. The VFW ran multiple excursions to accommodate members that made the trip in from all their different chapters around the state and many neighboring ones. I'll never forget the huge caravan that came when the Japanese visitors bureau got wind of our anomaly. There were hundreds of Japanese camera bugs here all at once. They ooo'd and ah'd evert time Uncle Ebert made a move. Uncle was never particularly perturbed by any the goings on. He never usually even reacted when they made a fuss. Most of the time, he went about his business and did not acknowledge they were there. No questions answered. No poses for the camera. He would not even crack a smile when they tried to coax him to cooperate with their snapshots or short videos.
The only major concern he had was when folks closed in too close. As the area is state land, he didn't have authority to rope off the area to keep people at distance, so he spent time growling at them when his comfort zone was encroached upon. Unfortunately, this made him infinitely more entertaning to him.By the time the media from down in the city finally decided we had a newsworthy situation, it was over.
One morning in the early fall, just before the temperatures dipped and the leaves started turning, Sarah and Uncle Ebert pulled off the road into their usual spot in the clearing, and Sarah let out a gasp! There were shards all over. It had happened overnight.....
It had hatched!
And it had flown away.
And, no one saw...... Not even Uncle Ebert.
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By RMAF
There were signs of trouble when the two little pupplies Devillio and Angellia, fell off the old wooden cart in Mexico in front of the taco stand. They were so hungry they followed the scent of cooking meat and ran behind the counter, where they scarfed up the morsels of dropped meat. The cook backed up and tripped over the two little puppies, and grabbed onto the hot pot. The pot tipped over and the taco fixings fell all over the cook and the pupplies. The cook was screaming from the hot sauce all over him. The puppies were yipping from the hot sauce also and ran away yipping. The potential customer said "Eyeyiya, maldita perra,
No hay tacos para mí hoy."
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"What I've always wanted."
by TT
I keep a Kraken in a jar. He can't get out but if he did he'd grow into a giant squid and take over the apartment, then the whole building, then the whole block, and the gas station. He'd devour the large supermarket. Pretty soon, the whole town. So I keep him in a small jar behind the door. He can't get out. But if my brother found him - he'd be curious and open the lid. The Kraken would jump out and gobble him up. Then crawl across the floor to the sofa and sit there waiting, watching TV re-runs of "It Came from Outer Space," until the rest of my family came home. He'd gobble them up quick. I'd be horrified of course but it's what I always wanted - a pet Kraken to take over the world. I'd still be his friend.
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"It wasn't really stealing."
By CC
It wasn't really stealing. But Roger didn't care. The man was ready for any slimy, weasel-bellied thief that might come his way. Every day he suited up and practiced menacing stances in front of the mirror. One day little Teddie Williams came into Rogers's yard. Teddy was a daydreamer, and everyone in the neighborhood knew he was a little slow. He saw a flowering bush near Roger's porch and went over to pick a blossom, which he held blissfully to his nose. Suddenly Roger charged through the door, brandishing his cudgel and rope, while the bomb dispensing unit ticked on his belt. Timmy jumped backwards and cried, I wasn't really stealing! Roger flung the rope towards him but Timmy dodged it and ran. Roger fired his spear gun into the fence as Timmy raced through the gate, clutching the purloined blossom.
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"I knew how it felt to be an outsider."
by PV
What was below the fog was anybody's guess. At the lower building levels it was thick, miasmic jelly that quivered with thumping sounds. As I quietly floated from one building to another, a jellyfish of mythical origins, I was watched by scores of faces, almost frightening in their immobility. What did they see? Did I represent some long-forgotten childhood excursion to an unclammy world? Even though the sun poured through my pellucid fleshy envelopes - warming my soul - I still hoped for breakages in their features. I knew how it felt to be an outsider amongst towers of petrified ghosts.
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