”Bzzzzzzz…”
Now, THAT’s what I call a nice flower down there! But so are the ones around it too. How the heck does the management expect me to make a decision like this!
What did the boss say back at the base, “Just pick one and stick with it Jonesy!”
Boss is wise, tonight we’ll make some hooooney!
“Bzzzzzzz…” I’m on the flower now.
Hmm, somehow this doesn’t quite feel right, I don’t know why, just doesn’t.
This one is definitely THE flower but better to go up again and get a clear overview on the situation and do the landing-part over again, yep, that’s what a responsible bee would do!
Up we go, “Bzzzzzzz…”
And turning now for the clear overview…uhmmm, which one of those was my flower again?
What did the boss say, “Just pick one and stick with it Jonesy!”
Sticking with it boss! “Bzzzzzzz…”
From a distance a slightly p*ssed off looking bear is watching this,
“Hopefully they are not ALL this slow or I’ll NEVER get the honey!”
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
The Hedgehog Boxing Fight
Players:
-Mr. Rigate – a hedgehog
-The new guy, Mr. Somerville – a hedgehog
-Mr. Roror – a seagull
-Acorn helmet-Steve – a squirrel
-Goldie, the teller of the story – a golden retriever
Mr. Rigate and the new guy have been having this quarrel for a week now.
I think it has mostly been about Mr. Rigate getting the feeling that the new guy is trying to challenge his authority as the older guy and on the other hand, about the new guy, Mr. Somerville, getting the feeling that Mr. Rigate is trying too hard to show him to his place.
Anyway, it has pretty much been a week long pissing contest now and we decided that it was about time to do something about it.
And what’s a better way to solve a quarrel between the two guys than to organize a good ol’ fashion gloves-off boxing fight! So we thought anyway.
Both Mr. Rigate and Mr. Somerville agreed to this so we set the date and started promoting the event.
“Where are my posters Mr. Roror?”
“Coming boss, coming!”
Mr. Roror does these posters one at a time by hand…wing and there is only so much he can do in this given period of time, I understand that.
If you ever saw a weird set-up of rocks, pine needles and cones out there that somehow made sense, that’s the handy work of Mr. Roror’s!
Here we are, this is the big night!
Both Mr. Rigate and Mr. Somerville have been training hard with their Personal Trainers and they look very fit and weirdly enough, very much alike too since they both seem to have chosen the same spike polisher, the one who they call the “Acorn helmet-Steve” who is now standing behind me counting his dollars with a rather stupid grin on his face.
“Gonnnggg!” Round one.
Mr. Rigate seemingly wants to end it right here, right now and aggressively goes at it!
…and goes, and goes…
“God damn it, who idiot set the boxing ring to 5 meters!?” I find myself barking.
Ok, round two.
There was no real need to ask the boxers to their corners and Rigate continues with the assault.
Somerville is no coward either and also starts advancing.
Rigate: “Phewww, phawww, man, this is hard!”
Somerville: “Phewww, phawww, man, this is hard!”
The two fighters are closing in
The 1x1 cm fist of Rigate’s throws the first punch
The punch lands
“Euwwww, that hurts so much!” goes Mr. Rigate, grabbing his hand!
Somerville sees his window and takes a shot
Here comes the punch
lands
“Euwwww, that hurts so much!” goes Mr. Somerville too, also grabbing his hand.
“Finish him, finish him!” shout the ones who have been making the bets, on both sides.
Mr. Rigate recovers first and again proceeds towards Mr. Somerville
Mr. Somerville too at this point has re-gained full force
“Finish him, finish him!” they keep on shouting!
From somewhere under that spiky ball that is Mr. Rigate rises a tiny hand
A hand and not a fist anymore
Mr. Somerville does the same
Here they are, one tiny hand seeking for another
“Slap!”
“Let’s not fight anymore”
-Mr. Rigate – a hedgehog
-The new guy, Mr. Somerville – a hedgehog
-Mr. Roror – a seagull
-Acorn helmet-Steve – a squirrel
-Goldie, the teller of the story – a golden retriever
Mr. Rigate and the new guy have been having this quarrel for a week now.
I think it has mostly been about Mr. Rigate getting the feeling that the new guy is trying to challenge his authority as the older guy and on the other hand, about the new guy, Mr. Somerville, getting the feeling that Mr. Rigate is trying too hard to show him to his place.
Anyway, it has pretty much been a week long pissing contest now and we decided that it was about time to do something about it.
And what’s a better way to solve a quarrel between the two guys than to organize a good ol’ fashion gloves-off boxing fight! So we thought anyway.
Both Mr. Rigate and Mr. Somerville agreed to this so we set the date and started promoting the event.
“Where are my posters Mr. Roror?”
“Coming boss, coming!”
Mr. Roror does these posters one at a time by hand…wing and there is only so much he can do in this given period of time, I understand that.
If you ever saw a weird set-up of rocks, pine needles and cones out there that somehow made sense, that’s the handy work of Mr. Roror’s!
Here we are, this is the big night!
Both Mr. Rigate and Mr. Somerville have been training hard with their Personal Trainers and they look very fit and weirdly enough, very much alike too since they both seem to have chosen the same spike polisher, the one who they call the “Acorn helmet-Steve” who is now standing behind me counting his dollars with a rather stupid grin on his face.
“Gonnnggg!” Round one.
Mr. Rigate seemingly wants to end it right here, right now and aggressively goes at it!
…and goes, and goes…
“God damn it, who idiot set the boxing ring to 5 meters!?” I find myself barking.
Ok, round two.
There was no real need to ask the boxers to their corners and Rigate continues with the assault.
Somerville is no coward either and also starts advancing.
Rigate: “Phewww, phawww, man, this is hard!”
Somerville: “Phewww, phawww, man, this is hard!”
The two fighters are closing in
The 1x1 cm fist of Rigate’s throws the first punch
The punch lands
“Euwwww, that hurts so much!” goes Mr. Rigate, grabbing his hand!
Somerville sees his window and takes a shot
Here comes the punch
lands
“Euwwww, that hurts so much!” goes Mr. Somerville too, also grabbing his hand.
“Finish him, finish him!” shout the ones who have been making the bets, on both sides.
Mr. Rigate recovers first and again proceeds towards Mr. Somerville
Mr. Somerville too at this point has re-gained full force
“Finish him, finish him!” they keep on shouting!
From somewhere under that spiky ball that is Mr. Rigate rises a tiny hand
A hand and not a fist anymore
Mr. Somerville does the same
Here they are, one tiny hand seeking for another
“Slap!”
“Let’s not fight anymore”
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