Yeah, Darks coffee is uh......infamous.....
It never should have happened, of course.
Seems we got a little over-ambitious that year with our plans for Thanksgiving. Everyone has heard of really enormous turkeys for Turkey-Day, so we thought we’d go one better by acquiring a dinosaur to cook up.
Come on, now, don’t tell me you wouldn’t have been tempted too.
Well, anyway, we climbed into the time machine, and set it for the late Triassic, (but not THAT late, you know?), and the first item on the menu happened to be a Plesiosaur.
Surely that would be enough for our crowd, right?
And you’d think that us geniuses, with access to a time-machine, would have realized that we needed a few days to cook up the beast. I mean DAYS, you know?
So that’s where we went wrong. We got back to the get-together, with our plesiosaur, and only then started making plans to cook it.
By that time, of course, we were out of time, and the time machine was no longer available. (Yeah, I know! But you try getting your hands on a time machine, and then try explaining why you need just a few more minutes! It’s embarrassing, I tell you!)
Well, we ended up just putting the plesiosaur into the moat, and she took to it right off. Turned out to be real gentle as well. Who knew?
Even the swimmers were having fun with her. She seemed to think they were some kind of pool-toy; and they liked sliding down her long neck.
So she fit right in with the rest of our motley assortment, and I didn’t think any more about it.
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Of course, right about then we headed over to Loch Ness, as a convenient place to park while we stocked up on Guinness for a l-o-n-g trip.
And wouldn’t you know, while we were otherwise diverted, we had a burglar. Bashed in the (at the time) underwater loading hatch, and found its way to the secluded grotto our plesiosaur had discovered/excavated on the outer perimeter of the moat. Luckily we were using inflatable flotation devices for the Flying Castle, so no real harm was done.
Or so we thought. A few months later we found out that our innocent little plesiosaur was pregnant.
There Ain’t No Justice! You know?
Later.
(Unofficial message posted on the Official Stationery of the Office of the Imperial Weatherman)
Bob