Last night:
Horace the Hoarse Horse. The eponymous horse (female) took to singing in the meadow during naptime, infuriating all the other animals. One Koala bear named Giddly climbed down from his eucalyptus tree and put pepper in the water of her watering hole, which upon drinking caused Horace to lose her voice. She was so sad about not being able to sing any more she began to cry. Giddly took pity and told her the antidote was to go to the magic melon patch, find the most golden melon during the day, wait til nightfall and under the moon eat that melon while lying on her back and let the golden juice run down her throat along with the moonlight. Which she did and was cured. But Giddly had made her promise to never sing in the afternoon again, during the animal's naptime. The next day she was about to belt it out but remembered her promise, and from that day on sang at all other times but that one, and often sang with the other animals too.
"A man's intelligence is his soil." - WS "A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent" - WB "Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ'd" -WB "The Sun must bear no name, gold flourisher, but be in the difficulty that it is to be." - WS
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
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