Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for August 31, 2023

He’s gonna roll with it.

Each to be appreciated on their own to the fullest.

Holding out for Riotous Nourishment and Intellectual Mirth.

But first I think I’ll have the antypasto platter.

I understand the green ones spread leprosy.

Howls of derisive laughter, Bruce!

The San Francisco 49ers extension time saves the 40 minute drill.

…if you arm a dil-do watch out for the itchy trigger finger…

…if you arm a Giddens look out for Forrest fires, extreme hot temperatures, earthquakes, hurricanes, floods, and Twinkies that never age…

…FA brings intellectual mirth…

…does that count?…

…the Mississippi overflowed it’s banks…

…in Memphis they overran their banks…

…in Akron…

…their banks close early on Wednesday…

…poor Charlie played dead on a red ant hill…

…that bites…

…am I right?…

…without looking…

…name the Bumstead children…

…

how ‘bout the day after tomorrow?

When I went to the kitchen, the cat was there, outside the window. It was just sitting there, watching me. “Well,” I thought, “it’s a cat, and has nothing better to do, since it isn’t hungry for the moment.” So I went about my business, ending up with binge-watching a few episodes of a series that had caught my interest. And then to bed. This is where it started to get weird. I was awakened in the dead of night by a voice nearby in the dark. It said, “Arise, for you have been called upon to fulfill your destiny. I have searched for many years, and now you are found.” There was only a dim light from my clock radio’s digital display in the room, but my eyes were full adjusted to the dark. Still, I could make out nothing but a faint shadow where the voice seemed to originate. “What? What destiny? How did you get in here? What is this?” I felt a bit like an armadillo caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck.

And watch out for cars, armadillo!

Today, Bach & a book..

tomorrow ..ravage and plunder

“The sun will come out tomorrow …”

Yeah? Well so are you.

Furiously Happy.

Sounds like the ants are putting on their own show!

“Riotous mirth” is my new favorite term.

Too much intellectual nourishment can cause riotous girth.

And on the seventh day she’ll rest. Wait, what day is sexual fulfillment?

What’s flat and furry and full of flies?

ROADMEAT!

( from a little ditty composed years ago )

That armadillo has a plan!

Someone please wake me in time for the riotous mirth? I’m all tuckered out from the intellectual nourishment.

Raccoon on the half shell.

Intellectual nourishment is always followed by a hangover.

I’d take either.

Armadillos move slowly.

That’s why the ones I’ve seen were all dead, squashed in the middle of the road, “road” in this case meaning assorted Texas highways (when I lived in Texas for a couple of years as a youth)….

On the Reading the Short Line in the B&O with Pennsylvania is for Crooks.