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Oh, I do wish ...
It has been such a lovely summer this year, Sometimes it has been a very warm affair -
but that is all the more reason for driving out south of town and walk under the shade of the big green trees in the woods
there.
And here comes my wish; I do wish that I could bring ALL my Johnny-fan friends - and of course the babe himself
- erm - MAN himself with me when I go out walking in the woods.
That we had a World Wide Wood as well as a World Wide
Web so to speak and that we could arrange to meet under the big old oak in Sherwood Fo....
... he *o* Just any old oak
-O*
But since we canīt I have written this babbling story - invented while walking beside a babbling (and contagious, I
guess -o* ) brook - so if you like woods and donīt mind somewhat long stories and me please come along *O*
We have to get
on a bus first. Number 19 to be exact.
Which in this case drives us to a place with such a romantic name as The Eagle Nest.
But before you start fantasizing about medieval castles high up on a melodramatic mountain top I better bring you back
down to the ground and tell you it is a red wooden building where a nice man sells hotdogs, burgers and other thing like candy
and soda pops.
Anybody hungry before we start walking? .. and there's a 'bathroom' over there if anybody needs it *O*
Tshe
*o*
Now if we walk along that unfortunately rather narrow path over there we can walk listening to the eternal surf bashing
against the big rocks about ten yards below us down at the beach. That is; if those in the back could be quite a bit!
Thank
you, my sweet Johnny -o*
Yes, it is nice to have our friends with us, but now be a silent boy for a moment so we can hear
the squirrels discussing in the tree tops whether or not Meeps owe them at least ten nuts for taking their picture last we
were passing here.
But the wise mama squirrel informs her little fur pellets that up-rights are not good at collecting
nuts. They are much better at going nuts. "Just remember, little ones" she chatters "How our relation - Johnny who stands
blushing there beside Meepsie - yelled and screamed at the poor Daredevil once just because the unfortunate horse by accident
dumped him off in some mud after one of you - yes, you, Kevin - spooked the poor good horsy".
Kevin then reminds mama that
Johnny - after yelling - became a sweet oversized squirrel again and kissed Daredevil on the nose smiling that jeans could
be washed after all.
Hm. Maybe we better go on before my darling goes "coconuts" again *o* "Coconuts" being more than normally
nuts, that is *O*
Over there in that stack of firewood waiting to dry out sufficiently to be carted home I once met a little
brown mouse
I was about to sit down on the bench in front of the stack and enjoy the view when I suddenly stood blue eyes
to big surprised brown eyes and heard her squeak to herself "A big job? No, I must be seeing things. Me think me saw a human
... Where are my glasses - ah, here!" With that she fumbled a pair of pincenez onto her cute little nose and peered at me
again "No - I did. I really did ... And that other behind her could make a very handsome mouse if he tried with those big,
sweet brown eyes ... What am I saying! Big jobs kill mice! SQUEAK !!!"
And off she went into hiding while Johnny and I
laughed and shook our heads.
Further down we earlier in the summer met a deer crossing our path. It stopped and glared
at us. Quite clearly daring me not raise my camera to my eyes and take her picture or she'ld grab a piece of wood and - erm
- wrong cutie *O*
Then she rushed off too in among the trees with some impolite words about mamarazzi photographers in
general and those sneaking quietly around in HER wood especially. Johnny claimed she gave us the finger too - or at least
the tail. ... but that might be because that is what his real life double would have done -o*
Oh, just look at those white
butterflies there. But they donīt want their picture taken either. I have tried but they flitter away every time. They are
of course also the super models of the insect world and expect to be paid very handsomely if one wants to take a picture of
the beautiful pattern on their wings.
It is much easier to take pictures of the trees. I just love trees.
They might
not be the sharpest knife in the drawer but they are so quiet and patient. Just stand there as long as we humans or the occasional
storm will let them. And just look at them ... Tall and proud and so beautiful I wish I could take them home with me.
I
of course have - in the shape of pictures, that is *O*
But try looking at how many shades of green there is in this wood.
And not only the treesī leaves are different shades but the bushesī too. And the weed ...
Now I very well know weed arenīt
highly regarded in the botanic world. It get mowed down left, right and centre. But tried looking at it for once. Not only
is there several shades of green evident. But also so many different shapes of leaves. And size and - "Auch!"
Yes, baby
- that was a nettle -o*
Talking of weeds I better listen to what those mobster flying up there want.
What? Yes, they
are seagulls. But that is natureīs flying mob. Just a moment ...
"There are a big school of herrings out past the surf?
And do we want to come fishing with you ... No, thank you, my dear Godfather. I love fish - but I am a chicken and prefer
to keep my feathers dry! But thank you very much all the same for the offer"
One better be polite - or one get screamed
at. And perhaps some yucky bird - thing -o* - will be dropped on our heads. Forgetaboutit *O*
"Whether Gunpowder would
like some seaweed? ... you might ask him. He is eating that bush over there by the little lake. And since I think that horse
is half pig or goat or something - at least eats everything including Johnnyīs hats if he can get away with it - he may like
to chomp on some seaweed for once" *O*
Oh, look at those dragonflies - normal dragonflies this time -o* - flying around,
dipping and diving and playing flier aces from First World War including all the "ra-ta-ta!" and "Gotcha, Herman Goering!"
That last thing might not be so good ...
Since old Herman graduated to be Hitlerīs Field Marshall and that way getting
in a position to not only get mad, but also get VERY even.
Well - the dragon flies are only playing. Around Daredevilīs
ears.
Hi, horsy! easy, sweetie - they are not dangerous to you, Darry *o*
Dragonflies are definitely not as steady
as the busy bumblebees. But never get in the way of a bumblebee! The scientist might claim that the bumbling insect is
not at all built for flying so you may think it was you who has the right of way - being bigger and all too - but the bumblebee
is the civil servant of the bug society and as such not civil at all ...
They are impolite though in a very polished
and extremely long winded manner. I have been lecture for two minutes straight just because I picked a dandelion this
here bee was about to land on ...
By the way, do you want to go for a ride, my dear people? There are more horse over there
for you.
Johnny-sweet, can I get behind on Daredevil you now Gunpowder went off with our air born wise guys - birds? Good,
baby *o* Then letīs go!
Ride slowly along the beach and listen to the waves.
... I must admit I like the wood better
than the beach. Sorry about that. But for one thing; there are no shadow and shade down here and the wind can be pretty relentless
at times and all that tires me out.
And for another thing ... The ocean is eternal. Pounding away no matter what we humans
does. And that is a humbling thought. I know we can pour so much pollution into it that there are no more herrings, seagulls,
seaweed or .. Gunpowder? ... anywhere - sniff ...
Oh? Hi, my sweet horsy *o* Seaweed taste of fish? Yes, what did you expect!
He *O*
Eh - where was I? Yes, the sea ...
But if mankind got wiped out tomorrow - and didnīt blow the planet up at the
same time - the waves would still be whispering or thundering against the beach here and Giber Creek would run out into the
Bay of Aarhus like we have never been here at all ...
It was there when Homer lay there dreaming in a hay rick of
the fair Helena of Troy and the divine Aphrodite. And it will be there when nobody knows how those people are - much less
have heard of the dumpy Meeps of Aarhus.
What, Johnny? The trees would also still stand up there on top of the steep slope
... Yes, dear *o* But trees dies. And if left on the forest floor rots and in doing so gives food, shelter and life to other
beings. Finally turning into fruitful dirt where other trees can grow up.
That is eternal too - but in a more - understandable
- manner for this not so smart chicken.
But enough of that philosophic stuff!
Letīs turn inland again along the Giber
Creek and go visit the wood trolls. They have a party tonight with roasted sausages and chicken (BRR !!!) and such other nice
things
Sorry not to able to treat you to a sunset across the sea - this bay of ours faces East *_*
But after tasting
the trollsī booze Johnny here swears he once saw the moon and the sun dancing over the bay and then going down together. IN
the East too -O*
What they did after that? ... really !!! Some readers ought to have their dirty minds dry cleaned - and
so do I -o*
... try asking my imaginary Johnny *O* He went over there trying to persuade Bugs that Denmark has no wild
rabbits running around so could he please try and be a nice bunny just for tonight - seeing we have out-of-town guests and
all.
Fat chance of that *o*
So I am sure my boy wonīt mind if you save him from that argument *O*
And now you will
have to excuse me - I have to visit the little troll girlsī room before trying out said hootch. See ya later, my dears *o*
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