The 9th groundhog.
In spite of my misgivings about being seen as honoring Heywood Hale Broun (author of "the Fifty-First Dragon"), I've decided to do like Sir Gawaine and keep a count of the whistle-pigs I conquer. (Of course, rather than slaying them as Gawaine did his dragons, I release my woodchucks just over five miles away -- over the river and through the woods, across two highways and on the other side of the airport.)
When I get to the fifty-first groundhog, I'll probably forget the magic word, and get burned like Gawaine did. In the meantime, however, maybe my antenna feedlines will be safe!
For those of you who haven't yet read it, the Fifty-First Dragon is a short-story certainly worth the few minutes it takes to read.
3 comments:
so i wonder if we ever get a female groundhog what we'd name her. not that we probably haven't gotten one yet.... i'm just saying. jasonita? josonia? i just don't know...
All groundhogs are Jason. I saw Jason out back one day with three baby Jasons. Jason is Jason.
There is another way of getting rid of ground hogs, besides, by shot gun.. have you seen the movie Caddyshack? Well, I don't mind those poor furry creatures, but I do mind almost breaking my ankle by stepping in a hole! Also my cat Mama Kitty, hid her babies in one once, but I caught her when she was moving them. Jason would be willing to get rid of them, the old fashion way, if you ever get tired of catching them...
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