Alright. We played along with Bartimius and his darling side kick. Now it’s time for some more fun. Only this time, I get to set the rules. (Mrs. Dub, use your real identity. We like you just the way you are.) Here is the deal. Below, I’m imagining a photo that I snapped while on vacation. The trouble is that I live with the lense cap on. So, let me tell you what I notice and you can create the perfect journal entry for my cute scrap book. (You should see it. Heck, I should see it.)
OK. I hear the sounds of people screaming, babies crying and loud rumbling noises surround me. A seagull screeched too close to my head. My feet stick slightly to the ground and I feel like I’m spinning as I walk. I smell elephant poop and popcorn. The sun is very hot and I need a drink. I hear trickling water off to my right and move toward it. Something or someone tugs on my shirt. I feel something hairy brush against my arm and I scream.
Imagine and compose for future posterity.
Monday, October 29, 2007
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Wow. I'm gonna have to think about this for awhile.
All I know right now is that I'm frightened and it smells funny in here.
Lucy the Seeing Eye Pug tugs on her masters shirt as she takes the last step into the Elephant pit. Then the wafting smell of cotton candy overwhelms her canine nostrils and she lets go. The splash in the Elephant pit is drowned out by the luscious flavor as she bites into the cotton candy. Umm I bet a churo would taste nice now…
"I didn't know elephants like enchiladas."
by the way, i tried to post that as "anonymous," but your blog won't accept anonymous comments.
love,
anonymous
The other day I went to the circus with my family. As we were making our way toward the big top, we got to walk through the minagurie. The combination of the smell of pop corn and the hot sun left me feeling rather thirsty. I could hear the refreshing sound of water trickling close by. It sounded a little faint, like it was behind something large. I decided that I would walk around the obstruction and get a cool drink. I changed directions and immediatly felt a coarse and hairy wall, at the same time I felt something grab at my shirt and smelled the rather strong sent of partialy digested straw. A primal scream bust from my lips at the same time that I began to put all of these sensory imputs into a cohesive idea. As I came to my "escort" needlessly explaind that the source of the drink that I so despratly sought was in fact too high in ammonia content and that I should seek elsewhere. Maybe a BUD.
After reading Dr. M's story I am speechless.
Nice fhp
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