Okay, One Last Post On This...
As long as The Fur has had two postings on excreta, why not round it out with a third? After all, three is an esthetically pleasing number. Then we will be done with this genre, and move back to more appropriate things like cats in parks. I swear.
Someone reminded me today of a bizarre sight on the porch of our 4th of July rental in the Finger Lakes region. Hanging along one wall under the porch roof was a wind chime consisting of five metal birds hanging off of a medium-sized metal bell. This would not be note worthy itself, except for the fact that there were real bird droppings directly below.
The droppings would make sense if birds could somehow perch on the chime, or if the chime itself had droppings on it from birds perching above, or if the droppings were metal like the chime. None of these conditions were the case.
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I too was the victim of a sly crapper today. I didn't realize that the bike path on the east side of Manhattan between 116 or so and the Willis Ave. Bridge had fallen into the river. So I was idly riding my bike along the pleasant pathway until I found myself in a tent city of homeless people as the path turned into a lake of stagnant water and mountain of sand or gravel or something. I turned around to ride across the FDR and found that a sly crapper had blocked my path with his steaming remains.
Posted by: greg | July 21, 2006 05:01 PM