Under the cover of pelting sleet, someone absconded with our monument, aka, "rabbit on a fence." Narra had been poking around the area where rabbit hung, but the human--standing in the doorway (he has been very sick this week)--didn't know why (yet again). She must have been the first to notice that something was amiss. Can our existential question be resolved so simply, so brutally? Is that the answer?
17 March 2007
Where is our art?
Under the cover of pelting sleet, someone absconded with our monument, aka, "rabbit on a fence." Narra had been poking around the area where rabbit hung, but the human--standing in the doorway (he has been very sick this week)--didn't know why (yet again). She must have been the first to notice that something was amiss. Can our existential question be resolved so simply, so brutally? Is that the answer?
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You shouldn't have posted its coordinates online.
Burp.
wally.
Oohee, Wally! We could smell that burp all the way out here! Thanks for taking care of the leftovers, dude. :)
BJN
It was strange. Someone put the rabbit in silver can. That said Evo. Odd. I got another can of it (didn't know you caught another one) but then we discovered that canned Evo is manufactured by.....Menu foods! So, no more canned Evo for awhile (even though it has none of the killer wheat gluten). It STINKS. Will you catch a rabbit and bring it over au naturale?
wally.
Sorry, Wally, but we're strictly forbidden to... ahem... take care of our own dinner. We would like to see the human chase down a wabbit, though. :)
BJN
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