There's a mule in the apple tree, and other minor musings ...

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Mike Mule was hanging out in the orchard when he noticed some apples high over his head. He stood on his back legs for as long as he could manage, but he couldn't quite reach an apple. He bumped the tree with his forehead ... once ... but no apples fell, and he was smart enough to stop then. He tried to climb the tree, and he almost got all four feet off the ground when the branch under his front hooves snapped.

Then the old boy stood there in deep thought for a long time. He gazed up at the apple he wanted. He looked at the branch the apple was hanging on. He backed up, way up, and then he jumped high up in the air. He snapped at the apple, and for a split second he had that apple ... but it was slippery and he lost it. He was left licking the wonderful essence of apple off his lips. He was starting to get unhappy.

He thought about it again for a long, long time. He never moved from his spot under that apple. He didn't notice the hen who was taking a nap on his back nor the baby goat who curled up in his shade.

After a good long while, he gently nudged the sleeping baby goat awake. He delicately shook until the hen hopped off. He stamped all four hooves, one by one. He looked up at the apple and judged the distance once more.

He rose up on his back legs and just stood there like some weird charicature of a Lippizan stallion on display. He looked up at the apple ... it was his apple, dammit ... and judged the distance one last time.

He jumped straight up in the air and got his apple. The pure joy on his mulish face would have lit up a church, were a congregation inclined to let him in the door.

Space for other musings is free, just below!

-- helen (this_a_real_address@yahoo.com), July 11, 2003

Answers

So it's YOUR turn, folks!

-- helen (farmer@in.the.dell), July 11, 2003.

Yippee!! MORE MORE MORE MORE!!!!!!

I kinda know how poor Mike felt bangin the ol noggin on a tree. I did the same thing when I was just a little Rob, 'cept I hit the tree several times---but it didn't affect me none, no not at all. I turned out just fine, with no signs of any ill, no signs of any ill, no signs of any ill, no signs of, uh, what was I saying?

poopie

-- (sonofdust@getting.inspired), July 12, 2003.


Unlike all my Southern friends, we've had summer for less than a month. Try to imagine my dismay to see that the trees on the boulevard are already beginning to turn yellow. Not that it's been that cold, it's just that some of the trees are light sensitive and start to turn as soon as the days begin to shorten again. My emotions are light sensitive, too... sigh :-(

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Hot summer morning

Flowers smile at the bright sun

Yellow leaves smile too.

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-- Tricia the Canuck (jayles@telusplanet.net), July 13, 2003.


Tricia, I'm moving up there ...

-- helen (so@very.hot.here), July 14, 2003.

You'd be very welcome, Helen!

Of course, I won't be here - I'm going to Washington (state of) to meet Aunt Bee. And eat some fudge. Any pictures of all the green (with envy) faces of my fellow FRLians? ;-)

Just one other note - we pay for our wonderful summers with our Januaries. Sigh.

-- Tricia the Canuck (jayles@telusplanet.net), July 17, 2003.



Yeah, Tricia! Is that cool or what?

I can hardly wait to *see* you friend~

Happy Trails!

And Helen, rest asured, I will be passing that ice cream message along before long! ;))

As fer the rest of ya, you'll have to put up with me fer a little longer-LOL!!

-- Aunt Bee (Aunt__Bee@hotmail.com), July 18, 2003.


Aunt Bee's fudge ... drooling

-- helen (wishing@for.winter), July 18, 2003.

رنزلاكم اسفاك

-- -- Karrisa (xxx@msn.com) (Karrisa (xxx@msn.com)), July 21, 2003.

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