Post by jagggar on Nov 4, 2006 1:54:15 GMT -5
So, a chicken walks into the library and goes up to the librarian and says, "Book! Book! Book!"
The librarian is kind of confused, but the chicken repeats its cry, "Book! Book! Book!" The librarian helps the chicken get a library card and checks three books out for the chicken, half expecting to never see the books again.
Lo and behold, the next day, the librarian is nearly shockd to see the chicken return with the books. Again, the chicken went up to the librarian, "Book! Book! Book!" The librarian checked in the returned books and checked three different books out to the chicken.
The third day, the chicken returns the books and again requests, "Book! Book! Book!" Again, the librarian checks the chicken out three new books.
This pattern continues for another week until the librarian's curiosity got the best of her. As the chicken leaves with its three fresh books, the librarian tells another librarian that she's taking her lunchbreak.
She follows the chicken out of the library, keeping out of sight. The chicken crosses the road and the librarian follows. The chicken goes to a park, and too a pond. The librarian follows, bending down and hiding in the reeds.
At the pond, there's a frog sitting on a rock. The chicken goes up to the frog, sets the books down, then holds the each book up infront of the frog who says, "Read-it! Read-it! Read-it!"
So in about a week, the house isn't ours anymore. We were over there trying to bring some of the big stuff over, and boy did we bring a lot of stuff over. . .
We got into a chest of drawers in the corner of the basement, and behold, it was filled with old paperbacks. It wasn't just the top drawer filled with paperbacks. We empteid the top three drawers.
I'm kind of upset at my dad. That was a lot of paperbacks. I wouldn't be as upset if it was all poorly written sci-fi, but he had some classics hidden up in there (yo!). Turns out, I don't have to buy a copy of Fahrenheit 451.
About a month ago, I had one of those coupons Borders emails people on their mailing list. I had intended to buy The Screwtape Letters, but on seeing that they had Three-Dragon Ante (Think D&D Poker) I stuck out my lip and convinced my mom to shell out the extra buck or so to get that instead. I'm really glad I did now. I had to peak in the fourth drawer down, and like the others, it is filled with books. And I just had to pull a couple out. There was what seems to be a 1960 copy of The Screwtape Letters.
*snuggles book*
The librarian is kind of confused, but the chicken repeats its cry, "Book! Book! Book!" The librarian helps the chicken get a library card and checks three books out for the chicken, half expecting to never see the books again.
Lo and behold, the next day, the librarian is nearly shockd to see the chicken return with the books. Again, the chicken went up to the librarian, "Book! Book! Book!" The librarian checked in the returned books and checked three different books out to the chicken.
The third day, the chicken returns the books and again requests, "Book! Book! Book!" Again, the librarian checks the chicken out three new books.
This pattern continues for another week until the librarian's curiosity got the best of her. As the chicken leaves with its three fresh books, the librarian tells another librarian that she's taking her lunchbreak.
She follows the chicken out of the library, keeping out of sight. The chicken crosses the road and the librarian follows. The chicken goes to a park, and too a pond. The librarian follows, bending down and hiding in the reeds.
At the pond, there's a frog sitting on a rock. The chicken goes up to the frog, sets the books down, then holds the each book up infront of the frog who says, "Read-it! Read-it! Read-it!"
So in about a week, the house isn't ours anymore. We were over there trying to bring some of the big stuff over, and boy did we bring a lot of stuff over. . .
We got into a chest of drawers in the corner of the basement, and behold, it was filled with old paperbacks. It wasn't just the top drawer filled with paperbacks. We empteid the top three drawers.
I'm kind of upset at my dad. That was a lot of paperbacks. I wouldn't be as upset if it was all poorly written sci-fi, but he had some classics hidden up in there (yo!). Turns out, I don't have to buy a copy of Fahrenheit 451.
About a month ago, I had one of those coupons Borders emails people on their mailing list. I had intended to buy The Screwtape Letters, but on seeing that they had Three-Dragon Ante (Think D&D Poker) I stuck out my lip and convinced my mom to shell out the extra buck or so to get that instead. I'm really glad I did now. I had to peak in the fourth drawer down, and like the others, it is filled with books. And I just had to pull a couple out. There was what seems to be a 1960 copy of The Screwtape Letters.
*snuggles book*