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The Tree FleaBy John C. NewbyIn a tree there still lives a flea, who said, "From this tree I must flee, for a tree is not for me. So she or he (as the case may be) put on a parachute. For surely from the top of a tree to hop is to far for even a fleeing flea to hop.
"Well I'll be a fat foolish flea," said the other flea in the
tree. "You mean you're going to leave me?" And sure enough from down a trail came a long tail and behind it four legs. "What a large yard I'll have ," said the littlest flea in the tree as gazed with glee from his tree.
"Nice doggie!" said the littlest flea as he jumped from his
tree. "That thing I flail with is not my tail. Even though you may think it a lot of bunk, that happens to be my trunk," said the four legged creature with his tail in front. "Only trees have trunks!" yelled the littlest flea from his tree. "Surely!" he said out loud, "Such a strange creature must be numb from being so dumb. For walking around backwards all your life can not be good for the rear I fear. Unless that bunk about the trunk was true." Said the flea to himself, as he thought about the bunk about the trunk, "Now I don't ask much, but for a flea to live in a tree --- indeed that is too much. Tut! Tut all I ask for is one red blooded American mutt. Now she or he need not be clean or mean. In fact I prefer any old dingy, all dirty hog of a dog." And down the trail without fail was heard a crash. "Maybe a hog of a dog for me." said the littlest flea from up in his tree. "Ha! Ha! This must be a doggie for it does not have the features of the creature with the bunk about its trunk". "Ha! Ha! It is a doggie." And down the trail dragging its tail came a doggie. A real live old dingy, all dirty hog of a dog. With a hop and a flop, the flea from the tree, jumped from his tree.
"Hi doggie!"
"I could shout because there's not a doubt," said the flea.
"You are a real, live, red-blooded American hog of a dog."
"Where are your ears?" ask the flea from the tree. "Your the dog my Mother told me about!" said the littlest flea. "You're the one for me." And he hopped on that dingy, all dirty hog of a dog.
"This should be a lark, but your fur is as hard as birch
bark." "I travel fast and am built to last," said Myrtle, the ten ton turtle, who had features unlike the creature with the bunk about his trunk. Three hundred, million, billion jillion seconds later they departed. And that night from where the littlest flea could still see his tree they parked in a park. All through the night the littlest flea from the tree shivered and shook. "I try with all my might," he said, "But things just don't seem right. I freeze all night and sneeze all day. My Mother must have a rail off of her rocker to tell me such a whale of a tale." "Hog of a dog," said the flea, "I'd rather wander around in a fog than live on a dog. All this flea would like to be is a flea in a tree." So three hops later the littlest flea from the tree was back in his tree. "Mother!!" Said the flea, "Henceforth in this tree --- this flea will be."
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Pet PoetyWe often receive requests to post poems that our users have written about their pets. While we only have space for a few of them here, there are many more to be found throughout the users section of Acme Pet. If you would like to see your poem on the site, send it to contrib@acmepet.com.
Against the Worldby Jody Miller, nxs16@msn.com
The most majestic creature found on earth,
Standing tall and proud as can be,
Filled with such courage and loyalty,
Of what I speak can only be a Dane,
A gentle giant, Listen for the sound,
A noble creature by your side,
With love in his heart and drool on his face,
His one love of life is the human hand,
MY CATby LM Horvath, April 1997
His name is Boo Boo For more pet stories and poetry, visit Pet Story Time in Club Acme. |
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