Peanuts by Charles Schulz for June 08, 2018

but Woodstock can barely fly… he’s more likely safer on the higher ground

Because nobody’s playing croquet up there…

Woodstock is just lucky that croquet ball didn’t flatten him. Birds are rather fragile, you know.

Head on a swivel, Woodstock.

I’m not sure about safer in the air. Didn’t some baseball player (Dave Winfield I think) bean a seagull with a throw?

That one was right up your wicket Woodstock.

Woodstock and sports equipment are usually a bad combination. . .

Absolutely loved croquet growing up in the neighborhood in the 50’s. We had one of those nice, heavy, painted croquet sets. I would get it out, set it up, and bingo! A yard full of friends would come out of nowhere to play. Around 12 years old or there-a-bouts… the more boys, the better.

I remember an old George Carlin routine about airports, and air-travel. Among other things, Mr. Carlin did not like the idea of “non-stop flight.” He rather hoped the flight would safely stop somewhere, preferably at or near his destination, and observed that sometimes aircraft had a disconcerting way of stopping unexpectedly, crashing into each other or the side of an unexpected mountain. And as I recall, he didn’t like the idea of getting on the aircraft either; he felt it would be much safer to get in the aircraft; let Evil Kenevil get on the aircraft. (Of course, that was 40-50 years ago, and things like that never happen now.)

Poor Woodstock.

Statistics prove that the most dangerous part of flying is stopping off for a quick game of croquet on the way to the airport! (By the way, notice how whoever hit poor Woodstock didn’t apologize or anything? Ten to one it was Lucy!)

He should play a more smaller sport.

Oh man Snoopy I got headache

Not Woodstock.