Tuesday April 9th 2013
The line between the menace of Moles and the evil of
Voles, is a very thin one. If you have Moles in the subterranean
caverns, they frighten away Voles. If as a result of a blind rage
that led to a murderous interlude, which resulted in your Vegetable
Garden Mole being dispatched, then Voles soon dominate. And very
obviously, Voles are little yellow teethed demons that adore Spinach,
and like to travel the underground superhighways nibbling off the
feet of Carrot simply because they are able to. Not a blatant act of
vandalism that might be expected from a Mole.
I dream of the day when we can all get
along. When each of us shares, and the idea of 'mine' drifts toward
Barbary, as the running Hyenas are silenced permanently by their own petard.
From the Latin, 'peditus,' which in Latin days meant 'to break wind,' before
ever it became a temperamental bomb for knocking out a castle gate or doing
way with a Shakespearean character, or a French word for marijuana
cigarette. Meanwhile I have sent letters to the High Council of
Kestrels, and to the Wigwam of Barred Owls, pleading for their assistance.
Kestrels however, are currently obsessed with copulating and Barred Owls
have asked me to remove all fences, leaving only the fence posts, which is
just so damn typical of them.