Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Quickie-Story 2.1; Tree Men


There once was an old man named Jim who lived in the trees. He liked to hang way up in the oaks and throw things at little boys. One day, one such little boy came wandering through the woods. The old man caught him out of the corner of his eye, and readied his bucket of pine cones. When the little boy walked under the tree where Jim sat, he stopped for a second, and looked up into the tree to see where the chuckling was coming from. It seems that Jim was unable to control his laughter, and had also wet himself at the thought of being able to hit the little boy with his pine cones. The little boy, whose name was Booyah, pulled out a gun. Jim farted and ran off. Booyah smiled. The squirt gun had proven useful. He silently thanked his father for suggesting it.

Moral: There is no moral.

4 comments:

The Stupid Blogger said...

Nothing ruins the reputation of a sniper faster than chuckling while in the field. I also think that putting the Old Man in a tree is creepy, somehow, like he's lurking around somewhere, always watching. Anyway, good addition to the Blog's newest experiment.

foodaddy's foodaddy said...

But wouldn't Jim have had to climb down the tree first, then fart, then run off? Dangerous to run off at treetop level, even if you are a mythical Old Man In The Trees.

Good photo, by the way.

There are no morels.

The Stupid Blogger said...

Perhaps Jim has an excellent health insurance plan and therefore farts upon danger even as I laugh heroically at seals. Or may perchance he runs upon the dew as it blankets the earth, thereby maintaining the appearance of flying even as he runs. Or perhaps I don't know what the hell I'm talking about. Yeah, that's probably it. Bye.

Paul "FooDaddy" Brand said...

Jim may be old and mythical, but I somehow doubt he's that clever or graceful. When he "runs off," it is merely a metaphor for how the insane, tree-dwelling part of our souls is still, metaphorically speaking, chuckling in the oaks.

Or...

No, it's fine the way it is. He can run on leaves, both in the jogging sense, and in the "way he gets his energy" sense.

In closing, shoo naysayers!