Have You Seen This Civet ?

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A much loved Civet has gone missing !  Please check your gardens, your sheds and under your beds.

$100 reward has been offered, that’s a bucket load of Kip !

(860,000 to be precise).

So we searched, not for the money you understand but for the small child crying themselves to sleep at night without their beloved civet.

We asked these chickens and this fish.  No, they hadn’t seen him

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We searched under every leaf and behind every flower.

 

We paused briefly for a strangely refreshing plate of toast.

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And admired a Japanese lady contemplating a very large jackfruit,

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Right next to what appeared to be a box for French letters ?

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This lion and tiger didn’t know, nor did this very young monk.

 

This monkey went straight to the top and asked Lord Buddha.

But even the omniscient one was stumped.

Please, all of you, go outside, raise your arms horizontally, and make a noise like a civet in heat.

 

 

7 thoughts on “Have You Seen This Civet ?”

  3. Love your humour, as always! Reminds me of the wild civet cats that occasionally visit my garden and roof at night. I’ll ask them too next time they come round. 😉 BTW the Japanese lady is admiring a jakfruit, not durian.

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Kristen and Billy sprang from the loins of 4 heroic ancestors. They roamed the Earth for an Age, playing the zither, predicting earthquakes, calling bingo games, eating sponge cakes, and watching old movies on tv. They was schooled by the Dominicans and the Christian Brothers, what taught them their letters and scribbling skills. So, rudely equipped, and with a missal full of hymns in their hearts they stepped forth into the world. Kristen and Billy tried to keep the hippy flame alive as they strove and stumbled through work, like Kane from Kung-Fu crossed with Pollyanna, finding both good and evil in the hearts of men, ( but mainly good). They filled out time sheets and instead of villains punched the clock over and over (and over) again. Finally, the dark clouds parted, the sun shone through, and they stopped punching and started living. Now they are wide eyed, clickety hipped, post career dislocated hippies looking to get lost in a big wide world.