Thursday, July 3, 2008
this way to the farm, please.
it seems my blogs have always been rather dark. lets go somewhere lighter: rat race and chicken run!
lately my dad's hardware shop has been affiliated with animals. alright actually just two. but then there must have been a sign visible only to animals' eyes which says that his shop is a farm.
first case, a rat with the size of a small kitten strolled (yes, my vocab is fine, he strolled) into our shop, through the front door, past my brother and other customers. i think my brother must have thought it was a kitten, he was too stunned to do anything. well, the nerve of that rat. must have been very old, ma says it may be a lil off to do such thing. somehow or another, it must have walked out, cos the next time we saw it sashaying in again. this time, right behind my back, and i was standing between my father and brother. and that time was its last. take a deep breath, this is not a pretty picture. brother, planted his boots (these boots are also sold in pa's shop) on the rat's head or neck. i can't be sure cos i glanced for a second before hopping on something and scurrying away. afterwards i heard of him telling how he brought another foot down on that murdering boot to finish the job. so there. the swift drama of the first rat.
next case, a mouse. the reason why i say a mouse is because i felt that a mouse is smaller. and this is! i mean, nowadays, with the mutant size of mouse, it's hard to find little mouse anymore. i sighted it few times, there could be more than one, but i didn't have the heart to squash it. oh well, it may have been allowed to live in peace, if not for joann's sister. the twist in the tale, joann's sis need a rat to dissect. if only we had found out earlier, we could have saved that old big rat, she'd get to see big organs aplenty. but too late. after her futile attempts to capture rats at various places, my mum set a trap in my shop to hopefully secure a rat. and the victim: the small mouse. it wasn't going under the knife at first, joann's sister got another one. but fate has it that it has to die before the time. so the little mouse came in useful. but i really think to die of suffocation with chloroform or at least not feeling pain should be better for the mouse, that is, i believe they don't feel the pain when they are being cut open. i really really hope they don't feel it. the operation is tomorrow. i'm not emotionally attached to that mouse, so i'm okay.
saga number three- the cock that walked. into my shop, right when there were about 5 people there?yes, through the front door too. my father just has various customers. gave us a surprise and we gave it a scare that it flapped its way deeper into the shop. now its late evening and we're not interested in chicken hunt so we ignored it. when we closed shop, it was nowhere in sight. fine. the next day, today in fact, it was found at the far back, and left stinky souvenirs. ma wanted to feed it, in case it dies, what a waste right? but when she went back for it, its gone! brother speculated it must have flown out through openings at the top. so we agreed. however, as i was busy finding paints at some racks, i heard a sound, turned my head....and saw the butt of that cock as it flapped wildly to hide itself. had my heart been weaker i'd not be around to post this now. but i survived, and upon questioning my neighbor, found that its theirs. he came, he saw, and he conquered that cock. and that cock, screamed like he's about to be slaughtered. my mum said she finally understood why there is a proverb or some sort which had such meaning. and so, the cock episode ended. i hope.
lately my dad's hardware shop has been affiliated with animals. alright actually just two. but then there must have been a sign visible only to animals' eyes which says that his shop is a farm.
first case, a rat with the size of a small kitten strolled (yes, my vocab is fine, he strolled) into our shop, through the front door, past my brother and other customers. i think my brother must have thought it was a kitten, he was too stunned to do anything. well, the nerve of that rat. must have been very old, ma says it may be a lil off to do such thing. somehow or another, it must have walked out, cos the next time we saw it sashaying in again. this time, right behind my back, and i was standing between my father and brother. and that time was its last. take a deep breath, this is not a pretty picture. brother, planted his boots (these boots are also sold in pa's shop) on the rat's head or neck. i can't be sure cos i glanced for a second before hopping on something and scurrying away. afterwards i heard of him telling how he brought another foot down on that murdering boot to finish the job. so there. the swift drama of the first rat.
next case, a mouse. the reason why i say a mouse is because i felt that a mouse is smaller. and this is! i mean, nowadays, with the mutant size of mouse, it's hard to find little mouse anymore. i sighted it few times, there could be more than one, but i didn't have the heart to squash it. oh well, it may have been allowed to live in peace, if not for joann's sister. the twist in the tale, joann's sis need a rat to dissect. if only we had found out earlier, we could have saved that old big rat, she'd get to see big organs aplenty. but too late. after her futile attempts to capture rats at various places, my mum set a trap in my shop to hopefully secure a rat. and the victim: the small mouse. it wasn't going under the knife at first, joann's sister got another one. but fate has it that it has to die before the time. so the little mouse came in useful. but i really think to die of suffocation with chloroform or at least not feeling pain should be better for the mouse, that is, i believe they don't feel the pain when they are being cut open. i really really hope they don't feel it. the operation is tomorrow. i'm not emotionally attached to that mouse, so i'm okay.
saga number three- the cock that walked. into my shop, right when there were about 5 people there?yes, through the front door too. my father just has various customers. gave us a surprise and we gave it a scare that it flapped its way deeper into the shop. now its late evening and we're not interested in chicken hunt so we ignored it. when we closed shop, it was nowhere in sight. fine. the next day, today in fact, it was found at the far back, and left stinky souvenirs. ma wanted to feed it, in case it dies, what a waste right? but when she went back for it, its gone! brother speculated it must have flown out through openings at the top. so we agreed. however, as i was busy finding paints at some racks, i heard a sound, turned my head....and saw the butt of that cock as it flapped wildly to hide itself. had my heart been weaker i'd not be around to post this now. but i survived, and upon questioning my neighbor, found that its theirs. he came, he saw, and he conquered that cock. and that cock, screamed like he's about to be slaughtered. my mum said she finally understood why there is a proverb or some sort which had such meaning. and so, the cock episode ended. i hope.
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