Session March 1, 2014

http://thewildsource.com/wild-places-safari.aspx

"Let's not be hasty," he said. "It's not all your fault."
by CC

Johnson Smith had dreamt of this day. Growing up in a Chicago tenement, he had long been possessd by the dream of wide open spaces and a don't fence me in attitude. He wore a cowboy hat and boots to high school, and his girlfriend, Betsy, had a pleasingly bovine disposition. One day they ran away from school and hopped a freight train to Billings, Montana. As they stepped off the train, a wizened, native shaman came up to them, nodding appreciatively at Besty. "That's one fine cow you've got there," he cackled, laughing as he walked away. Betsy was upset and so was Johnson, but the day was too beautiful to stay mad. A great meadow of long grasses, rimmed by majestic mountains, beckoned to them. Hand in hand they walked out into the plain, until Betsy pulled back and started stamping her feet. Suddenly she turned into a bull, snorting and pawing the earth. "Look at what he's done to me," she cried.  "Right," said Johnson. "You're not a cow at all." "I never should have skipped school," she bellowed. "Let's not be hasty," he said. "It's not all your fault.I wanted to go, too. And now we can start our herd!"

http://londoniscool.com/5-very-strange-places-to-take-a-date-in-london

"He had dissected frogs in biology class, but this? It was too much!"
by TNT

It was cold. The piano was made of stone. Whose idea was it to put that stone piano over his grave? He couldn't play it even if he wanted to, which he certainly didn't. Tombstones glittered in the moonlight all around him. Now the grave robbers were digging him up to cut him into pieces, for goodness sake! Was there no peace? He had dissected frogs in biology class, but this? It was too much. Was it his punishment for having died of asphyxiation by carbon monoxide in the garage after his violinist ran away with the tuba player?  Heaven was too far to go and Hell was playing a stone piano for an audience of tombstones.



http://www.nytimes.com/2011/06/25/arts/design/mystery-of-a-nazi-photographer-solved-by-online-readers.html?_r=0

"Marion put her head in her hands and cried." by PV

She saw him off at the train station. There were a lot of people applauding. What if, what if, he had not gone to art school? What if he had ended up at a monastery, just think, Adolph might have gone all the way to Rome. And then the crusades would have been a success. She could even hear the tanks rolling through the Saracen lines. He would have been a leader anywhere. But what if his art work had been successful? Already she could see his universal motif of the happy face - oh, dear, isn't life strange? Marion put her head in her hands and cried.

http://www.greencountryshowcase.com/2013/11/traditional-unusual-restaurants-visit/

"He was suspicious of the intentions of the French."
by BG

Chan was retiring and wanted to move out of the city to someplace more peaceful and scenic. He searched the Internet for hours and hours, and finally decided on a company to assist him in his move. The name of the firm was a bit unusual - "Joie d'Vivre" - but he did think that they would be a good fit for finding the right spot for him. A thinking outside the box type of company! So he explained what he wanted: a compact home, lots of windows, modern amenities and he wanted it located perhaps near the seaside or in the country and above all he must have a view. He wanted to see far and wide from all those windows. So he took the next step, contracted "Joie d'Vivre" and waited. Several months later they notified him that it was almost ready. They sent a car for him, and as they drove up to the house, he gasped. After all that research he had never had second thoughts, and now he found he was suspicious of the intentions of the French.