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And so it finally happened. For the past couple of weeks, there was so much complaining about the general state of the weather. You could feel the animosity, the vehemence. It was so palpable that you could step outside and FEEL the complaining. It filled the air and accosted the ears, the complaining. So, Monday night’s village board meeting, in the middle of cleaning up the mess left by the snow over the weekend, our town elders finally took up the motion to oust Old Man Winter from his squatter’s flat. You see, with all of the complaining hanging about in every tree in the morning, come rain or shine...well, come flake or gray cloud, really, the land owner’s who found Old Man Winter “holed” up in their grandma’s old house (the old Maelstrom place) knew they had the support of the entire village. And so the hastily put together meeting after the storm. Our fair village elders were unanimous in their vote, “Out with the bastard!” And so yesterday, along with County deputies, our fair village’s Chief of Police and several of his most trusted deputies served papers on that “down right ornery and disgusting” Old Man Winter. As suspected, he did not go quietly, but after his storm over the weekend, he really did not have much going. He didn’t even use his words! Nope, he just packed his bags and slowly, and I do mean slowly, oozed his way to the village limits like molasses in January. Things got a bit dicey, when he decided to “push” his limits at the village limits. But that joke is pretty limited, so it did not get far either. It was sad, too. Old Man Winter resorted to puppy dog eyes. That’s right, puppy dog eyes. But the our fair Chief and all assembled law enforcement officers held their ground; I mean, space was limited.
Now, some would say that Old Man Winter camped out at the old Maelstrom place, because he was in for the long haul, but there are those who claim that Old Man Winter was envious of the young, and very recently bronzed, Sun God Ra, with whom he had been wrestling during the great Rumble of Humbell (Street) earlier this year. The jealousy seems to stem from the fact that the Sun God Ra has a bevy of sun worshippers that follow him everywhere, whereas Old Man Winter has just a bunch of flakes flitting in and out. There are some that even claim the very muscular and athletic Sun God Ra and the very white and cane-ridden (Sorry....walking stick enabled) Old Man Winter were once lovers. But you know how the rumor mill can get from time to time. Besides, this is the same rumor mill that during the most recent election for most glorious deity, that the Sun God Ra continually refused to produce a birth certificate because he was hiding the fact that he was born on foreign soil and really did not speak English like all our fair villagers. Now, we know that this was a vicious rumor for any God worth worshipping spoke to everyone in their native tongue, which can only be American...dollars.
Oh, and speaking of the Rumor Mill, you should check out the exclusive coupon for 50% off, or a quarter bubble out of plumb, whichever comes first. It came in the most recent edition of the Daily Trumpet. It’s good for as long as supplies last, wherever you may be. Conditions may apply, so don’t try for the job unless you have, or are, conditions. You know, I don’t really know any villagers by that name....conditions.... Well, check it out, anyway.
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