The pygmy
and the tazmanian devil
sat smoking weed on a platform in the sky.
The tazmanian devil
looked over the edge saying,
"I'm scared of heights."
"How did we even get up here?" queried the pygmy.
"I remember a scarecrow
talking with a snow leopard.
"Wasn't it the chimpanzee
that brought us up here?" asked the tazmanian devil.
"I think you are thinking of the three-toed sloth."
came the reply. "But she's the one that was flirting with the drummer
from the band."
"Was it the drummer
that sold us the weed?"
"No, that was the chimpanzee."
"But Pygmy,"
cried the tazmanian devil.
"Did we meet the scarecrow
before or after the three-toed sloth?"
"Before I think..."
"Wait a minute!" shouted the tazmanian devil.
"What?"
"Something about the scarecrow..."
the other scowled. "I remember! That's why we came up here!"
"Why?" asked the pygmy.
"We were looking for the scarecrow's
brain."
"Oh! Tazmanian devil
you're right!" Grinned the pygmy.
She looked over the edge. "So how do we get down?"
So that's why you asked.
Well done, sir.
-TM