The great late night war of 2010 is in full swing, there was a massive earthquake in the Caribbean the stock show is underway. I’m feeling better, but ran into an odd technology snag today when I tried to sequester myself in my room to write tonight, so, I wasted a bunch of time running around trying to solve it, until I had to again do some punting. Oh well.
The twelfth annual “Rodent Rodeo” was about to get underway. Over fifty contestants had trained and prepared for the grand event, and they were all assembled in the arena for the day’s contests. Cricket cowboys rode bucking rats until the timers went off. The mouse roping events, always an impressive sight, were won by last year’s champion, a beetle named Chuck. The Beaver riding exhibition, dangerous as always, was completed, and the only injury was to the rodeo clown, who was bruised by a swing of the great beast’s tail.
But the events that drew the largest crowd were the fly races. These were sponsored every year by a beer company, and a large crowd lined the race course. The flies were on the starting mark, and after the signal was given, they were off. Amid shouts of “hie, fly” from coaches and fans, the Flies buzzed around the arena.
But then, just before the flies reached the halfway point, tragedy struck. Somehow, through the security gates, past the arena fencing, and over the tiny bleachers, two frogs hopped onto the scene. With a few quick snaps of their deadly tongues, the contest was over, and the athletes consumed. Panic erupted in the arena, and several small insects were trampled by spectators fleeing the scene.
hie / HYE / Rhymes with “fly”. It means, to go quickly, or hasten. Now you’ll all start saying “hie, fly” instead of that cliche “shoo fly” nonsense, won’t you? Of course you will.