The Animal Show

Trifecta: Week Eighty-Seven

July 22, 2013

CHARM (verb)
1a : to affect by or as if by magic : compel
b : to please, soothe, or delight by compelling attraction
2: to endow with or as if with supernatural powers by means of charms; also : to protect by or as if by spells, charms, or supernatural influences
3: to control (an animal) typically by charms (as the playing of music)

 

“Mommy can we go see the animal show?”

“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t encourage those scoundrels: they torture the poor animals. They’re not very nice to them.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Honey, they tempt them with things they aren’t going to give them just to make them obey. And sometimes they hit them if they don’t”

“If they don’t give them the stuff, then why do they keep falling for it?”

“I guess it’s because they’re not as smart as us. They don’t think.”

“Oh Mommy look! There are my friends from school – they’re all going! Mommy, please? Please!”

“Baby…”

“Mommy, they even have my favorite act – the one where they charm a human with green paper! Can we go? Just this one time? Please?”

“Oh, alright. But this is the last time, alri- hey, come back!”

A Funny Legacy

 

Daily Prompt: Ha Ha Ha

June 21, 2013

Tell us a joke! Knock-knock joke, long story with a unexpected punchline, great zinger — all jokes are welcome!

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Once upon a time there was a funny old man who told a joke a day to anyone who was willing to listen. Some days he told knock knock jokes, other days he narrated long stories with unexpected punchlines. Once in a while, he’d drop great zingers. The old man had no family, and the townspeople all knew him as an eccentric old man, but a little mad.

Finally one day, the old man died. The doctor was summoned. Upon examination, he found that the old man had been clutching a piece of paper in his hand, bearing what seemed to be a riddle.

“At the end of the last road

If a man his knees showed

To the ants scurrying merrily

Then find would he my legacy…”

the doctor read out.

Immediately the man gathered there out of curiosity hushed the doctor and began debating excitedly as to the nature of the riddle, and the supposed treasure, running out to spread the word and get a head start.

Overnight, the man became the most loved man of the town, people declaring their undying affection and swearing up and down that they’d find it because of the “special connection” they’d had with him.

“I remember when he told me the joke about the badger…,” they used to begin to reminisce.

Or, “I did my share of kindnesses to the poor fellow. He would love it when I lent him an ear to share those wonderful little jokes of his…”

Or, better still, “I shall cherish the jokes he told me. Poor man, he was like a grandfather to me. I’m convinced he hid his answer in the jokes he told me.”

For weeks after, many of the townsfolk were found trying their luck, ruminating over the many jokes the man had told, running to the town borders and hitching up their trousers near anthills, until the grounds became a common place for relaxation and communal merriment. Dances were held there, and parties and picnics as well.

A year later, at the funeral of another of the town members, a mourner happened to come across the old man’s grave. Remembering all the attempts they had made to find his treasure, the boy gave a wry smile and read the epitaph.

At the end of the last road

If a man his knees showed,

To the ants scurrying merrily

Then find would he my legacy.

A frown maybe, annoyance untold,

from greed to find another’s gold.

But he’ll laugh finally to see my legacy

Was the unity gained in comedy.