Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Oh Caillou, We Hardly Knew Ye...CAN YOU SEE IT NOW???
The cattle were uneasy,
filled with strange foreboding....
Round the frog-haunted mere they gathered and chewed the cud of despair; scarcely daring to imagine a Gadarenian fate for their beloved porcine pal. Sus scrofula though he may be yet beloved by all; any skating fly or amphibial dawn-thigh'd nymph would scarcely blench to raise him on high ere the wavelets covered o'er his watery bier.
From high up on his throne atop Mt. Olympus, the Baby Jesus heard their piteous lamentations.Quick as a wink he changed into his secret aerodynamic identity The Holy Infant of Prague and whooshed down to lend his assistance!
The tale he heard was one of comrades torn asunder by Fates cruel Caprice.
The search was on!
The Holy Infant of Prague took to the skies!
He cast his keen-eyed infant gaze across the rural squalor below.
And, though he scarcely dared entertain the notion, a vague yet dark suspicion began to take shape unbidden...