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Little teeny spider
Honey the Horrible
Molly! Go Home!
Winter driving
A dream



Little teeny spider
I'm becoming soft-hearted. As I was stepping out of the shower one morning, I saw this little, teeny black spider right at my feet. The spider was jumping around and I was trying to get out of its way. I took my towel and snapped it at the spider. It must have been a direct hit, because the little teeny spider flew up in the air and fell to the floor dead, dead, dead. I don't know why, but I felt really bad about that. I guess I didn't really mean to kill it. I thought about it the whole day. Sorry, little teeny spider.
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Honey the Horrible
In the warmer months, I leave my balcony door open so my cat Honey can go out and "prowl". One day I was sitting on the couch watching TV when I heard a sudden, sharp clattering noise from the balcony blinds. Honey raced past me with something small and brown in her mouth. She had caught something. Honey ran to the dining room and dropped her prey which turned out to be a small bird. As soon as she dropped it, the bird took off. Honey took off and I took off. The bird flew through the kitchen followed very closely by Honey, both of them outpacing me. I heard some "bonk" sounds which appeared to have come from the living room lamp. When I got to the living room, Honey had caught the bird again and was carrying it down the hall. She ran down to the end of the hall and dropped the bird again. I finally caught up to the action and was faced with a very still bird lying on the floor and a very wide-eyed cat nearby. I didnít really know what to do. I reached down and picked up the bird. It was alive, but the poor thing must have been paralyzed by fear, because it offered no resistance at all. I carried it back down the hall, gently stroking its back, trying to see if it was injured. As I approached the balcony door, the bird started to swivel its head back and forth, perhaps seeing some outside light. I just held the bird out the door and gave a little shove. The bird flew off to a nearby tree, apparently unharmed. Honey spent a large part of the day hovering in the hallway with eyes, ears and whiskers on full alert, looking for her missing prey. Now, whenever Honey is prowling on the balcony, I can tell from all the chatter that the birds know: Don't mess with Honey the Horrible!
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Molly! Go Home! Molly.wav (16K)
Dave and Cindy were visiting Daveís family and everyone gathered at Mom and Dadís house. We were out in the front yard playing volleyball when we saw a little dachshund waddle into the yard to visit. At first, she was a little wary but Dave got her going and she played and romped with us. She was cute. We were concerned that she may be lost and might get hit by a car. She was wearing a collar with a tag which had an ID but no phone number. Greg tried to call the veterinarian, but they were closed. Greg and I walked down the road to see if we could find her owners. Greg eventually found a neighbor who said that the people who lived behind him had a small dachshund named Molly. The neighbor said that all you had to do was say "Molly! Go Home!" and she would bark and then head for home. When we returned, Greg called "Molly" to the dog, who was receiving a lot of attention from everybody, and it was obvious she knew her name. Molly came running. Greg then shouted "Molly! Go Home!" Sure enough, Molly barked and started to head for home. However, she didnít go very far, because of all of the attention she was getting from everyone and soon returned. We kept telling her to go home, but Molly started to waddle further up the road, further from home. Dave had his video camera running and after Greg introduced himself as a world famous animal trainer, again shouted "Molly!" Molly stopped in her tracks. Greg shouted loudly "Molly! Go Home!" Molly abruptly turned around and started to head back towards her home. Greg again: "Go!" "Hurry!" "Hurry!" and Molly ran off the road and through a neighborís yard as fast as her little legs could carry her.
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Winter driving
One winter night I was driving my 1984 Honda Accord on a two-lane blacktop road that was covered by absolute glare ice. It looked like I was driving on a mirror. I was coming down a very gentle grade to a part of the road that was heavily crowned. I backed off to about 10mph, but the car started to slowly slide over to the right... and there was a deep ditch there. My speed kept dropping and dropping, but the car kept sliding and sliding. I tried pumping the brakes as fast as I could, but it made no difference at all. This went on for maybe 100ft. It seemed to take forever. It got to the point where I was convinced I was going into this ditch at all of 5mph. At the last moment, I put the gearshift into neutral and pulled my feet away from all the pedals. Somehow, I managed to coax the car away from the edge of the road. It quite possibly could have been the slowest crash ever.
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A dream
This dream occurred during a time when I was drinking a lot of Ovaltine. I've often wondered if chocolate causes dreams. The person Bob mentioned here is my best friend, Bob Mikels. Bob and I used to go train-watching a lot and at the time of this dream, we had both recently turned 50 years of age.


I was helping some lady fix the walls on her business, which kept falling down. She said she kept getting citations for the fallen walls. I told her where I thought she should nail the walls up and left.

Then I was walking along a downtown street looking for a street light or something to hang from for a few moments so I could stretch out my back, when I unexpectedly ran into Bob. We decided to have lunch at the Burger King at the 50, which was located on a steep hill. While we were there, Bob was ringing a bell. After we finished eating, we left the Burger King at the 50 and decided to go train-watching.

We walked until we found a spot where one railroad crossed high over another. We were on the lower set of tracks and as I looked up at the steep embankment I was wondering how we were going to get up to the tracks above. Bob suddenly produced a small windsail, which he had in his back pocket. Bob unfolded it, held onto the left-hand side and told me to grab the right-hand side. After I did this, Bob lifted the front of the windsail slightly and we easily floated up to the tracks high above. I remarked that in all of my years of train-watching, I had never traveled that way before!

We hadn't seen any trains yet when we looked down on the tracks below and saw one Volkswagen Beetle towing another Volkswagen Beetle, which was idling. I remarked as to how slow they were going. I didn't know whether to count this as a train or not.

It was getting dark. I'm taking notes and looking for my watch, when Bob says he hears a popping sound off in the distance. I lean back in my lawn chair to look and almost fall down the steep embankment. I looked more carefully and saw lights flashing sequentially alongside the tracks and the lights are coming towards us. Also, the high-tension wires alongside the tracks were flashing at the same time as the lights along the tracks.

Bob was wondering what was going on and I replied that the railroad was just testing their light-sticks. The lights flashed by us, and went off into the distance.

Suddenly a big windstorm approached. Along with the windstorm, there were millions of bats flying overhead. Then we saw thousands of floating bats hovering near the track ballast and they were coming towards us. We decided to leave.

And then I woke up.

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