Unusual event, when I found a Busygirl in my Son’s house on Sunday when I arrived. Bottles of Palynka strewn around the floor, no lights available as they had all been shortcircuited, and my precious MontyMoose had fallen off the wall. House keeper HandyAndy was nowhere to be seen. I was so concerned I called local RevRSleeker to see if my son had attended mass that morning.
All That the Rev could inform me is that Grampy Boby, the local fischerman, had taken to badwaters earlier in the afternoon, and my son had been seen with him.
I decided to go to the lake, but being Very Rusty and ageing I decided not to delve into the water. I called my strong friend Great Big Stees, who promptly arrived looking rather Sunburnt after a long vacation.
Stees said, “You going in, Mike?”
“Me dive? Gees terrific. I’m not up to it!”
Stees was invigorated, and duly obliged to approach the water’s edge.
Just then the local forestry officer, Jim, shouted “All stay still. There’s a bear approaching you. I’m coming from water’s side so his smell is off-put.
This bear was know as ‘Phlabi’, and was a Manassa Mauler, known for biting humans.
In one sharp swoop Phlabi charged Stees from out of nowhere. The officer tried to level his gun, but Jim slyped into the lake and Phlabi bit Stees.
I fell in to the lake too, just as the second officer Tim arrived. Jim had composed himself and as he regained control of the situation he shouted, “Throw Phlabi some cat food, Tim”.
Phlabi went to the food, and sloped away.
The event had been a complete FMF, failure mode flaw, as my son had tired to sms ml prior to my arrival, and he had simply vacated the premises.
As for Busygirl in my son’s house? She had simply been trying to find Tim, a rookie54!” 😀
-m
Originally posted by mikelomNice one🙂
Unusual event, when I found a [b]Busygirl in my Son’s house on Sunday when I arrived. Bottles of Palynka strewn around the floor, no lights available as they had all been shortcircuited, and my precious MontyMoose had fallen off the wall. House keeper HandyAndy was ...[text shortened]... l in my son’s house? She had simply been trying to find Tim, a rookie54!” 😀
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"Bearwood is an area, originally a tiny hamlet, astride the border of Sandwell, West Midlands, England, and Birmingham with much of it lying in the Sandwell Metropolitan Borough in Smethwick including the Bearwood Road and a small part belonging to Birmingham. Bearwood like many areas of the West Midlands conurbation has a local sense of place, although has become absorbed into Smethwick proper. Many locals still use the term "The Bear" especially referring to 'The Bear Hotel' located in Bearwood." -wiki
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