Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for November 27, 2021

This is a lagomorph . . . hand over your stuff with lenses.

“The world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.”

Whoreia Ms. Loria? Why I Never Ever.

Trees will survive, will stay alive, the leaf of E.D..

The trees aren’t going anywhere, either.

This is a hare raising event! You’re not getting my spyglasses, nor my artificial eyeballs! Are you cwazy? Nope! Not ever! Shoot me if you will, bang bang, but I won’t give you anything from my graphic arts portfolio either!

Who let you in? Aren’t you late for a very important date? Don’t you have a watch? It’s time for you to hop to it and take your harebrained idea with you!

Arm the animals!

All trees line up for treason?

Thermometers?

Number 1, The Larch.

Even pointless distractions can teach us something about physics. I mean, that certainly looks like one of those gyroscopic wheel doohickies. What’s confusing, though, is that it looks like it has two holes for mounting on a wall.

Hey, more Delft tiles!

‘EPISODE 12B’

‘HOW TO RECOGNISE DIFFERENT TREES FROM QUITE A LONG WAY AWAY’

‘NO. 1’ ‘THE LARCH’ Photo of a larch tree. Voice OverThe larch. The larch.

Courtroom: a judge sitting at higher level and a prisoner in the dock.

Judge Mr Larch, you heard the case for the prosecution. Is there anything you wish to say before I pass sentence?

Prisoner Well… I’d just like to say, m’lud, I’ve got a family… a wife and six kids… and I hope very much you don’t have to take away my freedom… because… well, because m’lud freedom is a state much prized within the realm of civilized society. (slips into Olivier impression) It is a bond wherewith the savage man may charm the outward hatchments of his soul, and soothe the troubled breast into a magnitude of quiet. It is most precious as a blessed balm, the saviour of princes, the harbinger of happiness, yea, the very stuff and pith of all we hold most dear. What frees the prisoner in his lonely cell, chained within the bondage of rude walls, far from the owl of Thebes? What fires and stirs the woodcock in his springe or wakes the drowsy apricot betides? What goddess doth the storm toss’d mariner offer her most tempestuous prayers to? Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!

Judge It’s only a bloody parking offence.

https://www.ibras.dk/montypython/episode03.htm

Did somebody mention pointless distraction?

It was one of those moments when things change. I discovered years ago that Cross made a pencil that took 0.5mm leads, the kinds so prized by accountants (my secret is out). As a schoolchild, I was always bummed that my pencils became dull so quickly. Also, I didn’t like really hard leads, because they tended to tear the low-grade paper we were practicing our letters on. As a practicing numbers-cruncher I found many makes of pencil using the 0.5mm leads, but they seemed inelegant. Then Cross came along.

https://youtu.be/V6Qnd5vnpN0

The killer rabbit shows up in Pearls Before Swine today.

Well, by Georges (Seurat), there’s always Pointillism …!

Which one of these things is not like the other, which one of these things doesn’t belong?

Lana, having not fallen far from the tree, painted herself into a yoga square. Circular distractions of made up tails about burglar bunnies was better than watching paint dry.

You’ll have to pry my lorgnette from my cold dead hands.

Only criminals will have lorgnettes when lorgnettes are criminalized!

I have a Bugs Bunny toy, he’s holding a bazooka and it shoots little plastic carrots.

Needless to say, this whole strip is a needless distraction and I’m not going anywhere either. I’ll just see myself out.

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

Four random tropes, juxtaposed. Stirred, not shaken.

Yes, tree images may serve as examples.The larcenous lagomorph is probably too nearsighted to hit any wood in the forest across the way, let alone “you.” So, you may indeed remain unmoved on your cute little yoga mat (I trust purchased from the Froglandia Bath Mat Factory!) by all the folderol, which amounts to nothing more than a Pointless Distraction (lips sealed, so as to not-speak)….

Hare today, gun tomorrow.