Saturday, October 24, 2009
I remember when ladies were ladies, and dogs flew all day, the birds lived in fear of the winged little hounds who'd hover by nests and howl through the treetops. But then as the ladies grew tired of cleaning the ceilings of dog fur and mud, they tempted the little winged hounds back to the ground with big bowls of meat, and leashed them tight so they'd get used to more temperate heights. The easy meat and lack of exercise went straight to their paunches and soon they could barely hover above the ground. Now they dragged in the mud all over the floors, but the ladies thought, "at least we don't have to climb up a ladder to clean the ceiling anymore."