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by TNT
Arthur was a tourist in Florida. He didn't want the tour of the Okefenokee swamp. He merely wanted to see Disney World. But his wife insisted. He followed silently as usual. They had dispensed with the guided tour to go on their own. Far away from the crowd, Arthur's wife told him she was waiting for this opportunity to tell him she wanted a divorce. He was astonished - he had thought she was happy with all the things he paid for and worked hard for. "What is it, dear, that you want to do when you are alone that you can't do with me?" She looked down and saw the alligator approaching them. Arthur's back was turned to the monster with huge open jaws looking hungrily at him. She said, "You remember that I wanted to become a movie star once and was actually on my way up as an actress?" He nodded miserably. "Well, I gave it all up for you. Now I want to go back to the theater." She kept her eyes on the alligator. Suddenly the alligator raised his hand - or paw, or whatever alligators have on their feet, and said "Don't panic, but I overheard your conversation. You're human like anyone else, and I think you would agree that humans have more opportunities and ambition than us alligators. So I'll eat one of you. You decide which one among yourselves and I'll save you the trouble of getting a divorce." It was a kind and thoughtful gesture, she thought to herself.
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by RMAF
In 1888, these two snake oil medicine men came into town selling magical soaked in snake oil rags for .15 each. They said if I'd place their magical rags in my pockets and in different places all over my house and garden, I would begin noticing lots of money. But the only money i noticed was money going out of my purse and into these shysters' pockets! "Maybe you were a little naive, dearies," said her grandma.
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"Benton still used a slide ruler."
by PV
It was the tactile dimensions that concerned Benton as he finally reached the top of the hill. Something had been nagging at him all morning. I was still there and his careful attire and smart business briefcase had paved his way through the exit from the train into a herd of country yokels bound for the city. Yet in his unimaginable haste to leave he had forgotten every electronic appurtenance he had deemed necessary for life. But within a pocket was something. He remembered the cat calls from the office when they spotted his old tool. Some hardly knew what it was for - Benton still used a slide ruler. Yet the touch of this analog ever fine delineation of life had made a mockery of the dancing digits on his missing devices. Sacrificing the possibility of dancing on the head of a pin for the absolute certainty of digital calculation - with a smile, he pocketed the slide rule, aware as he reached the hilltop, that he had begun his escape to a new world.
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http://www.neatorama.com/2012/08/29/Strange-And-Cinematic-Photography-By-Alena-Beljakova/
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"Richard loved Lola from afar."
by BG
Richard loved Lola from afar. he had been tempted to go right up to her and start a conversation in hopes of expressing his feelings to her. But he could not bring himself to give in to the temptation. He could not stride down the path with confidence. He could not appear casual as he wanted to appear when approaching her. He could not let go of all the nervousness that clenched him as if his insides were all sewn together. He wished he could figure out why this was such a difficult step to take. He saw her every day from the bench at the park. He did not think there was any chance that she noticed him, but he had hopes. He would have to work on gaining the confidence he needed to let go of his fright of walking past her eight brothers and sisters to go up and say "Hi, you have such a unique smile!"
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She had never been able to call cattle before
By CC
Rin Tin Tin was skeptical of the new dog on the ranch. His people, Trude and Mack, had brought it back from the shelter yesterday. Rin generally looked down on shelter dogs – sure, they were unfortunates, but a lot of them brought it on themselves. He figured this one had, for sure. He was twitchy as heck, and wouldn’t meet his eyes. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to be much help on the cattle drive tomorrow. Rin was a little offended that they thought he needed any help. He was getting older, but he was still at his peak.
When the day dawned, Rin headed to the pasture where cattle were dispersed across the hills. Rex followed him nervously, tail drooping. Trude and Mack were already there, riding their horses. Mack was their best cattle caller, but today he must have had a sore throat because Trude was throwing her head back and stretching her throat to prepare for the calling. She had never been able to call cattle before, but clearly she was going to give it a shot now.
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http://www.vintag.es/2013/08/strange-and-unusual-vintage-animal.html
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People started Running down the sidewalk
By RC
She came out of nowhere; one moment she was not there, the next moment she was. This was in downtown New York City, not on a farm in Guatemala! A girl and a bird—not just any bird, but a long-legged, long-beaked bird; I think it was some kind of stork or crane. And the girl was also not the kind of girl you would normally see in the city. She looked Hispanic, like many of the residents of New York, but had long, brown, scraggly hair, a shift-like dress made out of cotton with a little lace fringe at the top, and thoroughly wrinkled; and she wore no shoes.
The strangest part of the scene was that she was petting the bird, which seemed very docile. But, that is not what startled all the people there. Both the girl and the bird were making the most raucous noise, which might have passed for singing in Tibet. It was loud enough to be heard over the noisy traffic and all the chattering people who rushed by them.
If that was not enough, their voices reached such a crescendo that the window glass in all the buildings began to crack and fall out, down onto the street and sidewalks. It was insane! People started running down the sidewalk, trying desperately to get away from the glass. Some didn’t make it.
And then, as suddenly as the girl had appeared, she disappeared, along with the bird. Everyone stopped then and stood looking at the spot where they had stood, their mouths agape. Those who had been wounded by the falling glass also stared, while holding onto their torn members. What had just happened? Was this an incidence of time travel, some strange and incomprehensible mass vision, or what? That the window glass had fallen out of the buildings could not be denied.
From my vantage point, inside the third story room across the street, I had taken it all in, and one thing kept repeating in my mind, that old saying: “Truth is stranger than fiction.” Yes indeed; how could anyone make up something this strange?
