Monday, December 1, 2008
December 1, 2008
A couple of days ago, the humans celebrated a day called ‘Black Friday.’ To me, it was more like a ‘Gray Friday.’ Stone tried to explain but I have no idea what he was talking about.
The morning started off with white haze covering the ground in the in the form of fog. A gray blanket covered the sky from horizon to horizon and leaked all day long. At times, that precipitation came down hard. The day fit our attitude – gloomy and dark. This day pulled most of the cheer from our bodies.
One cheerful moment came when we discovered that Stone’s pants had a big rip across the seat. Stone had gone to town to check out some so-called ‘sales,’ whatever that is. He kept getting these strange looks from people and wondered why we kept snickering. Not only that, he got frustrated attempting to maneuver around all of those people in that crowded store.
On the drive home, we told him about that rip in his pants. His reaction made us smile. Payback is fun. He should think again before he pulls another stunt like 'turkey day.' (By the way, we also glued his shoes to the floor.)
Now, it turns out that other people weren't having a good day either. Stone's day seemed tame compared to some. Some of the people seemed very upset. Now, I know what you are thinking, but I swear we Varnark had nothing to do with it.
Well, okay, we did tie that one youngling's shoelaces together. He should not have kicked Omman like that. Okay, okay. We also pulled that other youngling's pants down around his ankles as well. Happy now, Omman.
Garnara might be right. There may be enough chaos, I mean pandemonium, in this place that would keep us entertained for years. Actually, we probably could not pull a prank big enough to match some of the stupid or unusual things we have seen humans do. I will cover that in a later post.
The day brightened up a bit after the sun went down. It started off with something growling coming from the west. Stone told us that it sounded like rolling thunder. We thought different. Then a flash filled the windows of the trailer. Omman thought Stone took one of his photos and sat up straight and smiled.
You have to understand, we Varnark are sensitive to loud noises. That thunderous boom that followed the lightning shook the trailer. It is a good thing Stone cleared those cabinets that hang over the refrigerator. That is where he found us hiding. Actually, he had to pry us out. He wondered how six Varnark could fit in such a small space. At least we didn’t put holes in his ceiling this time. After Stone forced us out of our hiding place, we sat on the couch.
You might think that we should be used to thunder after spending three months on this planet. In a way, we are. It’s that first unexpected ‘BOOM’ that catches us off guard. We find it hard to overcome this reflex action of hiding after many years of cultivating it. Now, we still shirk every time lightning flashes or when thunder vibrates the floor – uh, after the first boom that is.
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