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Monday, Jul. 23, 2007 - 11:52 a.m.
Me - sitting on a bench in the front at twilight scenerio: I watch my neibour start his noisy gas powered weed wacker to tidy up his driveway.. the sound of the motor sputting excites Jinky who stirrs and sniffs the wind for one of his favourite smells-- .............motor exhaust I can see him sneaking up on the source of the sound.. I can see the weed wacker and Jinky.. but Jinky can;t see the weed wacker and doesn't notice me..Its obvious now he has attached some significance to loud motors, as if they are big game screaming out for a battle and he was the only one smart enough to investigate.. Then pal Alfred drives up on his motorcycle-- the pum pum pum of his finely tuned machine is louder than the weed wacker.. Kinky terns his attention to the blue vintage motor cycyle that has appeared on his own driveway-- and watches in fascination Neiboy-ur sees the b=vintage bike and walkks across the street to admire it up close-- carrying inb his hand, a live weed wacker.. Jinky cannt belive his good luck- two noisy motors converging on his own driveway.. he could easily wrestle them both down and eat their metal meat for the rest of the summer,.. we foolish hum,ans still can't grasp the value of these beomoths we lead around.. so he activatesa all his latent saber tooth tiger DNA and creeps up to the vehicular chaos .. eyes like saucers fur standing on end at once he leaps at the fender of the bike and at the same time whirls around to see if the weed wacker has escaped,, no they are both his..
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