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Date:Mon, 2 Feb 1998 14:54:07 -0500
From: Cristina Forbes
Subject: How to trash the SO
To: Multiple recipients of list PETBUNNY <PETBUNNY@LSV.UKY.EDU>
Hi EveryBunny!
BINKY, BINKY, BINKY. There is nothing better than bunnies to make you
smile. Well, except for a bunny story which depicts the dumb SO being
outsmarted by a bunny. HAR-HAR. So, here goes ...
There is a trash can supporting a babygate fence to prevent my brother and
I from getting into "off-limit" (HaRUMPH!) places. The fence divides the
area where Mommy, Daddy, the girls and we live from the rest of the house.
So Mom and Dad have to jump the fence everyday, several times a day, to go
to the kitchen, bathroom, bring food, come to bed, etc. Very practical
indeed. HAR-HAR.
I, Charky, am always trying to move the fence by tossing the trash can down
the stairs - all the junk ends up on the floor. HAR-HAR. That's my way of
catching Mommy's attention. Wherever she is, she hears me pawing at it. She
knows it's me and starts screaming "No Chark, no Chark!" then finally, when
she gets within a few feet of me, the trash can falls.
::THRUMP-THRUMP-THRUMP:: She then looks at me and I look at her, with my
most golden angel bunny halo glowing, then she pets me and says "Ok, I know
you want attention, my poor little Chark". But lately she is getting fed up
with my game. Her face is getting redder and redder - she reminds me of a
Scarlet Macaw. -Squawk!- HAR-HAR.
You know, that dumb SO is extremely clumsy, always bumping into things. A
couple of days ago, Mom heard a big ::THRUMP:: She came from the living
room all angry "I am getting tired of this, Chark, enough is enough!" and
opens the door but it's not *me*. There is the dumb SO sprawled out on the
floor, the contents of the trash can spilled on the floor and all over
himself. Indoor roadkill. Get a shovel! HAR-HAR-HAR-HAR-HAR.
Mom was like "OOPS it's not the Chark, it's the SO. Sorry, Charky, will you
forgive me?" Then she started complaining to the prostrate SO how tired she
was of the trash can, the house, the mess, everything, and why doesn't he
look where he steps, etc., etc. HAR-HAR-HAR-HAR. I was watching them above,
from the top of the stairs like a furry gargoyle, laughing silently.
So the poor SO sheepishly put all the contents of the trash can back into
the trash can, while Mom kept yelling. Then he limped sneakily somewhere
into the back room, like the Pink Panther, growling -GRRRR-. Then Mom
looked at me and started petting me and kissing me and telling me how cute
I looked. HAR-HAR-HAR.
I toss the trash can everyday and the most Mom says to me is "No Chark!".
The SO does that ONE time and he gets an earful. HAR-HAR-HAR. The SO is the
big loser around here one more time.
SCOREBOARD
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Jr. Tough Buns : 2,999,999
Bigtime Loser SO: goose-egg
The Chark
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