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To: Crocodile who wrote (62586)	5/11/2002 8:54:04 AM
From: Ish	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

<<Actually, your story reminds me a little of a cartoon that I haven't seen in years. I think it was a Warner Bros. one about a frog that could dance and sing Broadway musical songs... Hello My Rag Time Gal, or something like that.>> Next thing you'll be telling us is the frog wore a top hat, tails, spats and twirled a walking stick. There's an average frog and a huge one in the water garden. The big frog has eaten 2 of the shubunkins. Not a bad thing as the shubunkins tend to be very good at reproducing.

To: Crocodile who wrote (62586)	5/11/2002 9:44:00 AM
From: maried.	Respond to of 71178

Thanks for all of the nature discussion this week! I love this time of year when all the little critters are being born and the world comes alive with chirps, tweets and squawks. You brought back memories of a year of Cicadas when I lived on Cape Cod. The sound was frightening and the damage devastating. And a year of Gypsy moths that left the trees barren and the streets so filled with slime that the winter snowplows came out followed by sanding trucks. It's a beautiful spring here in Maine and we have been adopted by a pair of Mallards. They waddle into the yard three times a day to eat my cracked corn and drive my dogs crazy since they are fenced in and can't reach them. I understand that the male stays with mom until she has her brood and then flies off leaving her in charge of the ducklings. Then I guess he finds a new wife? Can hardly wait to see those babes! I also have a female cardinal who comes to my window feeder. She pecks at her reflection and makes these awful squeals. I'm sure she can't understand why she's getting no reaction from her mate. Maybe she's asking him why he's so dull looking? A beautiful time of year. Marie

To: Crocodile who wrote (62586)	5/11/2002 2:30:27 PM
From: The Philosopher	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Reminds me . . . This man walks into a bar. Says to the bartender "say, buddy, I don't have any money, but if you'll give me a drink, I'll show you something really amazing." Well, it's a slow morning, so after a bit of blather the bartender agrees and pours the man a beer. After the man drinks it he pulls a tiny piano from one pocket, a piano bench from another, and a mouse from a third. He sets the mouse down in front of the piano and it starts to play Chopin. The bartender is suitably amazed, and say so. The man says "aww, that's nothing. For another beer I'll show you something even more amazing." By this time the mouse has attracted quite a bit of attention, so realizing this is good for business, the bartender agrees, and draws him another beer. At which, the man reaches into his short pocket and pulls out a canary and stands it by the piano. The mouse switches to a Mozart aria, and the Canary sings it beautifully. The crowd has really swelled, at which point a stranger in the back of the crowd steps forward and says "Buddy, I'll give you $10,000 for that act." "Done," says the man. So the stranger slaps down his $10,000 and pockets the piano, bench, mouse, and canary, and walks out. The crowd soon disperses, and the man and the bartender are left alone. The man is now able to buy his own beers, which he does, but he looks a bit morose, too. "You know, buddy," says the bartender, "you shouldn't have sold them." "I'm thinking you're right," says the man. "Yeah. You could have gone on TV with them and made millions." "Oh, no," says the man, "it's not that." "Well, then, what is it?" "I think I cheated that guy." "Cheated him? Why, you just sold him the greatest animal act in history for $10,000." "Aww, it wasn't that great." "What do you mean? It was incredible." "Well," says the man, "I have to tell you. That canary?" "Yes." "Well, he couldn't sing a note." "What? We heard him!" "No. He couldn't sing at all. The mouse was a ventriloquist."