Saturday, July 31, 2010
Poke It With A Stick!
"Whoa, dude ... what's this?"
"What?"
"This! This ... thing. It's just lying here on the ground."
"Oh, that thing? I'm not sure. It ... well, it sort of looks like a blog. You know, one of those things that all of the cool kids did before their lives got eaten up by Facebook."
"A blog? Are you sure?"
"No, not sure at all. Whatever it is, it looks like it's dead. We should just leave it."
"I don't know. I don't think it's quite dead yet. We should check."
"Well, how would we do that? Poke it with a stick?"
"Yes! That's the ticket! Poke it with a stick, indeed. Here, I'll go get one."
"Be careful! Those things can be nasty. I've heard that they can turn on you without warning."
"Oh, it looks too far gone to do anyone any sort of harm."
*poke*poke*poke*
"There, see? It twitched! I think it's still trying to live!"
"I saw that, but it's sort of bedraggled. There's a good chance it has fleas. I still think we should just leave it."
"No. No, I don't think I can do that. Look, let's just wrap it up in this towel and take it home and love it (and maybe even call it George) and see if we can't get it healthy again!"
"Well, ok, but it's staying at your house. You never know what sort of mess it might make of the carpets."
"I don't care. I think we should give it a chance. Come on, let's go."
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