now that people actually talk to each other again, because it's free...
now that dinner has become an art form because food is precious and processed junk food is yesterday's bad news...
now that we gotta teach our kids on our own, and Dr. Seuss is falling apart...
...guess what's enjoying a grand REVIVAL around my neck of the woods?
The story...and the storyteller.
My brother says, no matter what year you live in, no matter where you go, the one who tells the STORY around the campfire gets the biggest chunk of yak.
Here's how he earned his yak the other night:
The Cat and the Rat (imagine that!)
Hey Cat, said the rat -
Why you lookin at me
like that?
I'm hardly a healthy SNACK.
I'm greasy, I'm fried
I'm genetically modified -
I'll give you a heart ATTACK.
(ack, ack!)
But the fish there in the dishcould be lunch if you wish
She's practically cholesterol-FREE;
like a flounder, cod or sole
but swimming 'round in that bowl
You can catch her so eeee-Zi-LEE.
(Not me!)
Don't worry, said the cat,
about ME get
ting fat...I'll just skip the supersize FRIES
Now, better take your head start
and scoot away if you're smart
and give me some ex-Er-SIZE.
(Run and hide!)
Oh.
Well...
How 'bout the bird? I'll bet you've heard
they're abso-LUTE-ly superb
stuffed with parsley, a little thyme, and some SAGE
not only that, said the rat
as he grabbed for his hat...
she's busted the door to her CAGE.
(Next page...)
Gavvy made him tell it five times, which is the only reason I remember all the words; )
