Mister Smitty knocked down a tree!
The big wattle tree that used to shade the hammock and sitting area known as “Alice” fell down last night!
[“last night” refers to the night prior to the penning, not the publishing, of this entry, and thus must be taken metaphorically. It’s kind of like “on the ‘third day,’ God created…” – ed.]
It was a mighty big, mighty old tree!
And where was the Smitty?
Conspicuously absent! (uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah.)
Got an alibi?
“Mao!”
(Always blaming the Communists…)
“…ANY-way!”
In the morning, This Mister inspectified the site of the “timber!”-i-zation-ation. The Smitty, feigning innocence, accompanied This Mister. He clumbed up into the tree and checked out ever smaller and smaller branches.
(If he became stuck, it would not require the fire department since the tree was now sideways.)
Then he clumb down and inspectified the roots and under the trunk where the menehune live.
You know what they say about having to return to the scene of the crime!
The big wattle tree that used to shade the hammock and sitting area known as “Alice” fell down last night!
[“last night” refers to the night prior to the penning, not the publishing, of this entry, and thus must be taken metaphorically. It’s kind of like “on the ‘third day,’ God created…” – ed.]
It was a mighty big, mighty old tree!
And where was the Smitty?
Conspicuously absent! (uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah.)
Got an alibi?
“Mao!”
(Always blaming the Communists…)
“…ANY-way!”
In the morning, This Mister inspectified the site of the “timber!”-i-zation-ation. The Smitty, feigning innocence, accompanied This Mister. He clumbed up into the tree and checked out ever smaller and smaller branches.
(If he became stuck, it would not require the fire department since the tree was now sideways.)
Then he clumb down and inspectified the roots and under the trunk where the menehune live.
You know what they say about having to return to the scene of the crime!
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