On Thu, 22 Jan 2004 11:42:16 -0800, "Harold & Susan Vordos"
wrote:


"Bob Chilcoat" wrote in message
...
Reminds me of the mouse we had at a friend's summer cottage that got
thrown
across the room and slammed into a wall by the mousetrap it was climbing
over to get at the bait. Stunned it pretty bad, but it scampered into the
woodpile next to the fireplace before I could dispatch it. Must have
suffered some brain damage, though. An hour later or so it reappeared on
top of the woodpile, and just watched as my friend administered a
coup-de-grace with his shoe.
--
Bob (Chief Pilot, White Knuckle Airways)


I took a fall off the scaffolding last August, nothing broken (long story)
but a concussion. Susan called 911. She found me unconscious, but thanks
to the concussion, when I came around, it likely goes without saying my bell
had been rung pretty badly. What happened? What time is
? ---------What happened? What time is it? -----------What time is
it? -----------What happened ----------------

I think I understand the plight of the mouse! g

Harold

I wish I had a video of the red squirrel riding a six inch patch of
bark removed from the side of a beech tree by the slug from my .30-.30
Winchester. The squirrel survived the ride but he didn't come back to
swear at me any more that day.
Gerry :-)}
London, Canada