Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for December 23, 2016

I’m all done, really.

Said the night wind to the little lamb,

Do you see what I see?

I only asked for banjos so you could accompany me.

My winky and my dinky be done.

And now that my hands are washed.

It’s time for a rousing round of breadfruit pancakes, with musical accompaniment.

Elvis Presley—-Rock-a-hula Baby

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Rock-a-hula baby

Got a hula lulu from Honolulu

That rock-a-hula baby of mine

Bread Fruit Sangria and Dueling Banjos—-Deliverance on the juke box.

they told me there would be fruit bread

Nail it and walk away

Mary rode Joseph’s ass all the way to Bethlehem.

That’s an autocrat for you.

OK, who here is old enough to remember the Winky Dink TV show? It was the one where you ordered their special plastic sheet that you put on your TV’s screen, and copied what they were drawing on the screen with your crayons. The first directly interactive TV show. Interesting idea except when kids skipped the plastic sheet step.

Or maybe they had only left the Earth universe. They had ample evidence that the nature of their reality was being altered. The collective unconscious was imposing order on the universe. Common points of cultural, emotional and intellectual awareness were changing the flow of events. Causality and interaction within the world of things, the patterns of ebb and flow in the G.L.A.D., were being rewritten.

The younger of the two regulars stopped Altwin at this point in his narrative. They had been rowing away from the ship with the black flag and had gained some distance. “This is a fascinating bit of history about your great-great-great whatever, but why did we leave as soon as the Primary had boarded the ship and we were out of his view?”

“It was too dangerous to stay,” Second Altwin stated without emotion. “You may not have spent enough time with the Primary to know him well, but he was a proud man. He considered himself to be a gift to humanity. Nothing that went wrong was ever his doing. Any harm or ill he suffered was the result of flaws and errors in you and I and all those below him. He was born, in his estimation, to suffer for our stupidity and be our saving grace.”

The older regular, who had been around Sannico most of his life, then added, “And the three Innerspace drive cores fell into the sea when the ship broke up and went down. They’re still active. You can’t really turn them off. There’s just no control mechanisms now. They are holes in reality that allow inner space to interact.”

Mother says I’m not supposed to eat breadfruit. She says it gives me gas.

Inka Dinka Doo

Give us a dinky wink first.

Took long enough for someone to say that. Also: https://youtu.be/AfZGcWGvnuI

From the Dept. of: ♥Yes, We Feel the Love♥

No. 7 (a very good question): http://bit.ly/2h9A01E

To All and Sundry:

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When is she going to open those cookies?

Leve my Winky-Dink out of it!

“Jinkies”…

Riding the rapids is good, until you happen to hear gunshots..

The stale cookies and expired milk are being distributed!

It’s a Christmas Miracle Whip.