"As they passed the rows of houses they saw through the open doors that men were sweeping and dusting and washing dishes, while the women sat around in groups, gossiping and laughing.
"What has happened?" the Scarecrow asked a sad-looking man with a bushy beard, who wore an apron and was wheeling a baby-carriage along the sidewalk.
"Why, we've had a revolution, your Majesty -- as you ought to know very well," replied the man; "and since you went away the women have been running things to suit themselves. I'm glad you have decided to come back and restore order, for doing housework and minding the children is wearing out the strength of every man in the Emerald City."
"Hm!" said the Scarecrow, thoughtfully. "If it is such hard work as you say, how did the women manage it so easily?"
"I really do not know," replied the man, with a deep sigh. "Perhaps the women are made of cast-iron.""
- L. Frank Baum, "The Land of Oz"
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Call me when the pigeon flies around with the monkey on its back.
Story here.
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Comments on "A Picture of a Monkey (That Goes to 11)":
5. Lars Walker
- 09/14/2007 9:58 am CDT
And then they breed, and then you've got flying monkeys. Flying monkeys, I say! Will the madness never end?
That’s cool but it’s still a freak’n monkey.
My German Shepherd has a little bird friend that waits for her to come outside in the mornings. If I open the door and the dog isn’t with me the bird looks around for her. The little bird tweets and the dog barks as if they understand each other.