Alison’s Friday posting that included Michelle shrieking about a bunch of spiders reminded me of a time when I was a teenager. The family had rented a cabin up at the Russian River resort area for the summer. This particular cabin had an interesting layout in that it consisted of a long screened porch that connected to each of the rooms -- bedrooms, bathroom (singular), and the kitchen. My bedroom was clear at one end of the cabin, the furthest from the kitchen, which was at the other end.
One morning I had barely gotten out of bed when my two sisters came running out of the kitchen shrieking at the tops of their lungs. “Get that, that -- thing -- out of there,” they hollered at me. What thing, I wondered. Mind you, one sister was 10 years older than I, and the other 16 years older. It wasn’t as if they were a couple of itty bitty youngsters.
Anyway, I went down to the kitchen, and they slammed the door behind me. And there, under the stove, was this poor little frog. I’ve no idea how it had gotten in, but I picked up the broom, and nudged it out the back door. I expect the shrieks scared the bejabbers out of the poor thing. “All clear!” I hollered. All that yelling made me hungry! Now they could fix breakfast.
A farmer boasted to his neighbor, “I’ve got the biggest sheep farm in the state”. “How many do you have?” “I dunno. Every time I try to count them, I fall asleep”.
A nursery school teacher was delivering a station wagon full of kids home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the fire truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children started discussing the dog's duties. "They use him to keep crowds back," said one youngster. "No," said another, "he's just for good luck." A third child brought the argument to a close: "No, they use the dogs to find the fire hydrant."