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    MUSKRAT SALLY

    By Richard Day on Fri, 12/07/2012 - 6:52pm |

     

    I commented on Mr. Smith's blog.

    http://dagblog.com/arts/friday-afternoon-birthday-party-haikulodeon-15615

    Mr. Smith writes Haikus.

    Anyway, I am worried about omens.

    So I reproduce my comment here so that I might be heard by more Dagbloggers.

    I am selfish!

    But I like people and such.

    Do not get me wrong.

    And we all must say happy birthday to Mr. Smith!

    ANYWAY

    Oh good, you showed up.

    I actually have a story.

    OH AND HAPPY FRICKIN BIRTHDAY SMITH! HA

    Anyway....I went to the grocers and when I came back there was this rather tall and old (I mean old compared to me which is really old) all covered in winter clothing with a scarf! I mean it was 21 degrees F and I had my eskimo outfit on) woman and she always screams at me. I mean she is most probably hard of hearing. hahahaha

    So I always stop to greet her and she tells me something that is not 'reognizable' ha.

    We exchange pleasantries anyway cause I always pretend to understand what in the hell she is talking about. hhahahaha

    I take another walk later on and here she comes. She is 'disabled' and she has been walking around the entire pond evidently. And she uses this 'walker' with wheels.

    It is kind of a neat contraption because is also serves as a chair if and when she becomes tired.

    Anyway...She calls me over once again and she whispers in my ear:

    YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT I FOUND!

    Oh well that is interesting, I responded!

    And she lifts up the 'seat' which is able to contain an object or two.

    I FOUND A DEAD MUSKRAT!

    And sure enough, she picks up the seat and there is a frozen baby muskrat.

    What she is going to do with that frozen baby muskrat...well I really do not wish to know.

    BUT...

    There are omens in this universe. At least that is what I have been taught through tomes thousands of years older than me.

    So my question to my favorite poet is....

    WHAT THE HELL DOES A DEAD FROZEN BABY MUSKRAT HAVE to do with me?

    hahahahahah


    So I recalled an old song:

     

    I ASK DAGBLOGGERS ALL OVER THE WORLD:

    WHAT THE HELL DOES THIS OMEN MEAN?

    Am I to die soon?

    What will be my legacy?

    I feel like my entire life is tied to this muskrat Sally!

    the end
     

    Comments

    I did some research for you, Dick. Apparently, frozen muskrat sightings have been associated with the decline of Rome, the outbreak of WWI, and the retreat of John Boehner's hairline. I don't know what this means, but I trust you to figure it out.

    PS Happy birthday, Smith.


    by Michael Wolraich on Fri, 12/07/2012 - 7:58pm

    Correction. An avalanche of reader mail has informed me that I mistranslated the Latin. Apparently, the frozen rodent that heralded the fall of Rome was actually a vole. Also, there is some debate over whether Boehner's muskrat was frozen or fried.


    by Michael Wolraich on Fri, 12/07/2012 - 8:00pm

    hahahhahahaahahah

    Research is always best!

    haahahahahha

    Well...thank God Almighty it was not a goddman vole.

    hahahaha


    by Richard Day on Fri, 12/07/2012 - 8:05pm

    I am old and a couple years mean nothing.

    But this comment from two years ago (almost) has to mean something.

    I hereby render upon Mike W the Dayly Line of the Year 2012, the Dayly Line of the Year 2012, given to all of you from all of me.

    I mean, this  is funny stuff. Of course accepting that this was the funniest blog of the Year 2012.

    hahahahaha

    I forgot all about this blog, but I would not have had you not recorded it!

    the end


    by Richard Day on Mon, 10/27/2014 - 6:31pm

    I'm not even going to try to compete with you, Richard.  You are just so hilarious.

    But I do want to thank you for reminding us all that the haiku-master, Mr. Smith1 (to differentiate, I'm guessing, from Mr. Smith2) is having a birthday today.  I went over and wished him the best but I just wanted to tell you that I'm forgetting about my Michigan getting screwed in the collective bargaining department for a few seconds while I come over here and talk to you.

    So now I have to go back to weeping.  See you later.


    by Ramona on Fri, 12/07/2012 - 8:30pm

    We are so lucky in Minnesota.

    When the conservative wave hit us in 2010 both State Houses went repub.

    But Dayton won in a squeaker and he is a genius governor!

    I thought he was a good Senator; but damn he really ran rings around the repubs for two years and the repubs were proposing the same damn legislation we found in your state and in Ohio and in Wisconsin...

    Well, this year the Dems won it all.

    So our worst fears have been abated.

    So I really do feel your pain!


    by Richard Day on Sat, 12/08/2012 - 2:59am

    Dick. Give your head a shake. Muskats are a symbol of one thing and one thing ONLY. 

    That's right, big boy.... love. MUSKRAT LOVE!

     

     


    by Q (not verified) on Fri, 12/07/2012 - 9:13pm

    Ya know Q, those damn muskrats reproduce like rabbits and illegals.

    hahahahahah


    by Richard Day on Sat, 12/08/2012 - 6:37pm

    Thank you for promoting my haikus, DD. And thanks for encouraging the happy birthday wishes.  One can never get enough happy birthday wishes. 

    Now.   Seriously.  About the dead frozen Muskrat ... Here's the scoop.  As you suspected, you have been given a sign.  The muskrat is considered a deity amongst certain Native American peoples, such as the Algonquins.  Long before they had their round table stolen by  the likes Alexander Woolcott and Robert Benchley, the Algonquins believed the muskrat helped to found the human race:

    And so, you must look at this as a sign of your imminent re-birth.  It signals a renewal of your creative powers and a new beginning for all that you hold dear.

     

    Now stop talking about it being a harbinger of death.  You're scaring the old people. 

     


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 12/07/2012 - 11:18pm

    Re-birth huh?

    Well I feel better now!

    As Dylan put it:

    If you are not busy being born, you're busy dyin'.


    by Richard Day on Sat, 12/08/2012 - 3:02am

    Maybe it is Muskrat Love around the icy winter's pond.

    I am a romantic and would not think about a omen.

    Anyways, I tried to embed Captain and Tennille "Muskrat Love." 

     

     


    by trkingmomoe on Sat, 12/08/2012 - 8:24am

    Well you embedded just fine!


    by Richard Day on Sat, 12/08/2012 - 11:25am