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Oceans Wyoming!

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The Mules are on Strike! I can't blame them. They have decided that puddle( more like lake!) jumping is just a little more work than they signed on for. Dumb Animals you say? I acually think they grew some brain cells for a change. Although, I must confess to a little trepedation on my part. Last nite I saw them over at the barn nosin' around with the chickens, the goat, the dogs, one cat,two mice,and some soul chickens! Boy, that got me to thinkin'.....are they loading up for a trip? So I got my trusty lantern, slipped on my sneakin' shoes, and headed out to see what I could find out. Sure enough....there in the barn was the biggest boat I have ever seen! And to my shocked surprise, there they were....loading up two by two! Its Armaggeddon! "The end is near!", one little mouse chanted...Crap! I am gonna have to get a recipe for jackass stew! Thats it. I know they are behind this... My Wagon is stuck in the mud, my mules have slipped off the deep en

Molting's and Ponderin's!

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Pondering the amazing results of my arrival home in one piece( well, two including MOM!) as well as safe and sound. Do any of you ever wonder how our Gaurdian Angels make it thru all of our adventures? I Do! I picture them asking for vacations and transfers something like this.... (To Saint Peter) I think..." Man, I gotta have a vacation from Queenie...she is nuts. Nice, but insane. I can't take her anymore..her sheer mental processes are molting my wings!" (Saint Peter to Angel) " You Wuss! Get out there and do your job! That woman needs more help than any case we got. You are going to have to stick it out for at least another several hundred years before I will consider a vacation. Go forth, and hang onto your feathers. And stop Molting on my robes!" (aside to GOD) " He will never make it. He's going to end up as chicken droppings.... (GOD to Saint Peter) " Who is he watching over my Loyal Diciple?" (Saint Peter) " Queenie.&quo

Over the River and Through a Few Fences!

I'll begin by apologizing... Why pratel? Queenie isn't writing this so I'm afraid the adventures of cydermocle and queenies wagon will be a bit tamer this time. Instead the golden child (yes, mE!) is hornin' in on this action to give you all an update. Momma saw the sawbonez(tm) on Monday and will be going in for diags on Wednesday. So if you all can muster some good thoughts I'm sure they'll be appreciated and felt. With a bit of luck Queenie, her wagon, and momma will soon be back at the homestead hoopin' and hollerin' like always.