"What're you?" I asked.
"I am a mighty Triceratops," was the reply.
"Well, you've obviously just emerged from your pollywog stage, as your legs have not quite completed transition from a tail. And, if you don't mind my noticing, gravity means nothing to you and you're only a quarter-inch long."
He replied, "Yet, we are talking together."
"I've had a similar, somewhat mystical, experience before."
"Yes, yes!" He exclaimed. "It's like ESP!"
"Or OBE?" (please click here).
"Yes, like AAA, LBJ, DDT, STD --it's a bit of your brain inscribed with initials."
"I don't think my automobile club is sexually transmitted."
"Ok," he responded. "I'll ask some hard questions and see if you're worth mindreading."
"Shoot." I said.
"How many stars are in the solar system? Has the sport of skiing gone downhill? Has the perfect hiding place ever been found?"
"What?" I cried. He continued.
"Is the family tree ever trotted out when the dogs are using it? Would you consider pheasants prone to hysteria if you suddenly found out your mother could fly? Do you love all creatures great and small because you're a bad shot and there's nothing else to do?"
"Well, now you're just getting silly. You're a treefrog. Live, and enjoy your life without reading minds of those unfortunate enough to have them."
"Ok, what should I think, now that I have briefly experienced thought?"
"Only this on your way to triceratopsism: I look forward to tomorrow because I get better-looking every day."
"Okeydokey!"
… so cute, friend Geo … and a perfect example that size does not matter … smiles … Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteMy comment disappeared, friend Geo … alrighty then ... now what? Anyway … Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteDear Cat, thank you. Indeed life and hope come in all sizes. I suspect the disappearing comments are really due to the "moderation" setting on this blog --all comments are sent to limbo until I attend to them. Disappearances should be only temporary. Love, Geo.
DeleteYou and your tree frog friends seem to be on the same wavelength....a much safer place to be right now I'm thinking.
ReplyDeleteI think so too, Delores. They're wonderfully playful and exquisite little dinosaurs.
DeleteYour daughter's drawing is amazing; the acorn didn't fall far from the tree, Geo.
ReplyDeleteYour conversation made me smile. All excellent questions and humorous, too - what more could one ask for?
Indeed, Jenny, I've always loved Daughter's drawings. Glad you liked the silly questions --I talk with friendly wild things a lot.
DeleteHe could be one hell of a Zen koan writer.
ReplyDeleteDear Harry, I suspect some of the "Shaseki-shu" was inspired by such creatures.
DeleteYou have the most interesting conversations at the pump house
ReplyDeleteDear Emma, these easily dehydrated creatures are grateful for the little fountain and numerous bugs around the pumphouse. I believe they are glad to share their wisdom in return.
DeleteI enjoyed the return to 2012 and that post.
ReplyDeleteAs for that present tree frog, I fear those thought reading questions would shred by brain if I tarried on them too long. Your pump house sounds like a magical place.
It IS a magical place, Tom. It's stucco on the outside and filthy on the inside and I love tinkering at its workbench. Treefrogs will climb into my hand to be put out and I've only seen one snake in there.
DeleteAnd do you get airsick when you see pigs flying overhead?
ReplyDeleteOnly when I find them in the garden and have to chase them far into the sky.
DeleteSNAKE! Did you say SNAKE! Yikers!
ReplyDeleteNo worries, Bruce. He's just a small garter snake who follows bugs under the door. He's about 16 inches long and very well-behaved in the pumphouse.
DeleteI am leaving little bowls of water under leafy plants to keep my garden triceratops' happy and hydrated. No pump house here. Damp sheds attract rodents, they are not so pampered! Love that doodle, and have never considered a pheasant to be anything but hysterical, now I'm wondering if my mother can fly...
ReplyDeleteThat is wonderful and kind, Lisa. Treefrogs are playing chase under a leaky faucet today. As to mothers, mine flew to Europe or South America each year but I think airplanes were involved --pretty sure.
DeleteYour brain is like Narnia and your blog is the wardrobe door.
ReplyDeleteThankyou. I hope we are all informed by fantasy --without it, we'd miss so much.
DeleteYour imagination and delightful trips into fantasy keep you young. (On the inside... where it counts.) Thanks for taking us with you.
ReplyDelete"In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play." Friedrich Nietzsche
You're a real man, dude.
Dude thanks you! There's so much to be learned by playing, but you know that.
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