Tag Archives: cows
Doctor Quack Don’t ever go to Doctor Quack as sick as you may get. There’s never been a Doc’ before as bad as him, I’d bet. Choose someone else to cure your woes if you have some disease: I once … Continue reading
Now, before you get angry at me for picking on Alabama, let me point out these things: I live in Alabama. I’m proud to be an Alabamian, and that includes being a product of the Alabama public school systems. Stella … Continue reading
Lucky Stuff I have a lucky clover that brings no luck to me. At one time it had four leaves, now it has only has three. I have a lucky horseshoe that brings bad luck instead. I guess ’cause when … Continue reading
This was definitely inspired by the Cadbury Creme Egg commercial that’s been running for – best I can figure – some thirty years now. I saw it on T.V. for the first time this year. That BOK BOK lion still … Continue reading
Mizz MacDonald “OINK, OINKY!” shouted pigs and sows, and “MOO, MOO, MOO!” screamed bulls and cows. The dogs exploded “BOW WOW WOWs” on old MacDonald’s farm. “QUACK, QUACKY!” howled the duck and drake and roosters made that noise they make … Continue reading
I’ve totally fallen apart I have totally fallen apart – every bit of my body’s astray. First my toes bid their fondest farewell. Then my fingers all floated away. I am split at the seams, so it seems. Next my … Continue reading
If I Had Eight Hands If I had eight hands what things I could do! I’d paint you a painting while tying my shoe. I’d juggle twelve balls (it wouldn’t be hard) and make a ham sandwich while raking the … Continue reading
I’m actually conemplating writing a story about Stella McGella, the misplaced cow, but I don’t have a plot. Nevertheless, my friend Becky seems to think it would be funny.
Lost at Sea On an island, lost at sea. Wish someone would rescue me. Think that I should write a note: “Help! I’ve fallen off my boat!” Have a pad on which to write. Have a bottle, water-tight. Have the … Continue reading
More often than not lately, it’s seemed like Stella has tried to be or become a bird. I don’t know what her fixation with an avian life is. Maybe she just wants to fly.