Monday, March 13, 2006

AT IT AGAIN....

There it is again., climbing the bird feeder post headed for another fine breakfast on the house. The nerve of the little fur ball. He is emptying half the feeder onto the ground and a companion below is stuffing his face. Some people are just unwanted guests and have no manors. I've complained about this once before and it’s gotten nowhere.

When in doubt or P.O.ed about something, i.e. an over abundance of squirrels, write a letter to the newspaper editor as all our locals do.

Due to the lack of any news worthwhile here this time of year, the paper will run anything and the more off the wall the better. So, I am going to send in a letter to the editor with the jist of the thing being… “ There’s an infestation of northwoods fur balls” and that a Pied Piper is required on the DNR staff for say around $100,000 a year plus benefits. We must rid the north of these furry creatures.

This idea should be cut to shreds by the paper’s readers but be taken seriously by the DNR management. Of course I’ll have already submitted my resume to the DNR well in advance and be first in line for an interview.

Tomorrow we are going to discuse a great man; he crossed a river, invented a salad dressing, had a gaming hall named after him and was so admired that his friends who slaped him on his back... any ideas who this outstanding fellow is?

2 Comments:

At 1:51 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Paul Newman? The Earl of Roquefort? Vida Bleu? Winger and Olive Oyl? French Fry? Julius Raspberry? Darn, wish I had a clue

 
At 3:48 PM, Blogger Up North said...

This is a tough one and only one guess per customer! I'll give you a clue... he might not be alive today then again he might be, does that help?

 

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