Broom Hilda by Russell Myers for February 01, 2011

Feets, do your thing!

The mites go up and the tights come down.

Don’t eat her. You’ll get a bad case of indigestion.

Retreat!!

Broomie is enjoying the view. Gaylord on the other hand, has seen enough.

Whose breath will overpower the other’s?

mites, tites … all I know is it’s going to get mighty tight in there for Broomie.

our lady of blessed acceleration don’t fail me now.

COYOTY I know your are not making disparaging remarks about my love of life.

All the mnemonics I ever saw are confusing, they could go either way. Stalactites have to hold on tight or is it stalagmites might fall down. I always pull my tights up when I’m putting them on. But the G in stalagmites stand for ground

Oh, that poor, poor creature.

As a guide in Ohio Caverns put it many years ago, stalactites hang tight to the ceiling and stalagmites might get up there some day.

They look more like canines to me, Gaylord. But regardless, I don’t think Broomie gets the point of why you’re running!

You have to remember only one of them (tites = T for top).

Into a closed mouth, flies do not enter. Yeah, Red Orange Yellow Green Blue Indigo & Violet.

This is how the story ends. Broomie let’s a big wind break. Dragoon flames up. Large methane explosion, Blowing Broomie away to safety. Happy ending. (applause please)

Remember, Fafnir, if you don’t eat the vegetable you won’t get any dessert.