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| Rub-A-Dub Three Ladies In The Tub | Apple Blossom Mouse |
| A light came on in the spa so I went to investigate, I encountered three naked ladies Who were seriously overweight. I said, "I'm sorry to tell you, That the sauna and hot tub are closed, And standing there in the window, You are a littlr over-exposed." I assumed that they were paying guests Who perhaps had trouble sleeping. But it seems that they were locals Who, into our spa came a-creeping. They slipped into their robes And stepped out into the night. They all squeezed into a Volkswagon And I ne'er shall forget the sight. I managed to control my laughter Until they had driven away, And added this to the list of stories To tell to my grandchildren someday. Ella Dillon |
It was early Sunday morning after Apple Blossom Saturday. The natives had been restless, seeking different games to play. I glanced out of the window into the parking lot, and saw a tiny little field mouse, trying to walk, and he could not. I thought he had been poisoned that pitiful little mouse. But he had been drinking beer. What we had here was a mousy little souse! His belly was distended and he staggered when trying to walk. So I asked Ray Clark to kill him but Ray ignored all my talk. "I'm not going to kill him!" he said, "My name is Ray, it isn't God! But I will move him out of the driveway and onto the grassy sod." Later that morning, DarDee went out to police the parking lot. She picked up an "empty" beer can and discovered the rodent sot! She ran in looking squeamish saying, "Ella, I feel sick. I thought the beer can was empty until something started to kick!" |
| Doin' My Job | I rescued him from DarDee. |
| In the early a.m. hours of a balmy summer night, I heard a big commotion, like someone having a fight. I looked out and saw the door to two-twenty-five, standing open wide. And I saw several people milling about inside. I was very nervous as I walked, alone, toward the room. Would I be able to handle this? Was I walking toward my doom? I saw an attractive young lady sitting, clothed upon the bed. "Please, honey, for the fourth time, put on your pants!" she said. And standing in his all-together was a very handsome man. Knocking, I said "Excuse me, spoiling your fun is not my plan." "But I'm afraid I must insist that you exercise some restraint because from the adjoining rooms I've had more than one complaint." He smiled unabashedly, as I stood trembling, my hand upon the knob. He said, "That's okay lady, you're just doin' your job." Ella Dillon |
And in a box I took him home. I woke up my husband saying "Dear, before you roam, there's a drunk mouse in my car, and when he sobers up, will you take him into the country and release the drunken pup?" Well, this alcoholic rodent had ingested so much beer, that it took him three days to sober up, and by that time it was clear, that I had become emotionally involved with this wee mouse. So we spent a small fortune to provide him with his own house. We put him on the wagon and he took it very well. We furnished his home with cedar chips to help control the smell. Herbie was what we called him. He stayed with us quite a while. And every year at Blossom time I remember him with a smile. Ella Dillon |
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