Go Read the Poop

Saying for the day- Everything is good for something.
Tree huggers of the world I have good news for you. They have found a way to make paper that doesn’t involve killing trees. Of course, we already recycle old paper to make new paper and save trees that way. But the old paper started as trees. This is paper made from the start without trees but it does involve recycling. What is recycled is a substance nobody wants and that just piles up.
The great scientists of China and Thailand have discovered a way to make paper out of Elephant and Panda poop. Apparently the stuff is just chuck full of the fiber needed to make paper. Now to get the stuff for the paper mill you won’t need an axe but a shovel.
Just think your next book might be written on the droppings of a cute little panda. Your next exciting novel on the out pouring of a mighty elephant. It boggles the mind.
They have even developed a symbol to put on the poop products . It is an elephant or a panda wearing reading glasses and holding a piece of paper.
So as you reach for the toilet paper and see the cute little panda you’ll know it’s a wonderful use for poop.
The only thing that gives me pause is the possibility of seeing the cute panda or mighty elephant on my Kleenex.

@@@@ News from Pigeon Falls the little town in my garage where the trains still run, dragons fly, poltergeists do what they do, and the Liar’s Club contest is coming to an end.-After last night’s basketball banquet it’s a wonder if those kids don’t have swelled heads. They were told over and over that they were the greatest thing ever to happen to Pigeon Falls . They were heroes. They were special. This was the greatest moment in their lives. It went on and on. Suddenly when the speaker was lifting their praises to the ceiling the punch from the punch bowl flowed up the side and then up into the air and down over the speaker which sort of dampened his enthusiasm. Nobody could figure out what made it do that but nobody really wanted to speak after that. Nancy’s poltergeist strikes again.
The Liar’s Club met thi smorning over breakfast to hear a dragoon story from Alstair:
Jim’s dragon
Jim had a dragon. It wasn’t a big impressive dragon, though it did
fill a fair amount of any room he went into, except the library, which had high
ceilings and lots and lots of space between the rows and rows of old books in
which to park a mythical creature.

Jim’s dragon had been with him for as long as he could remember,
certainly way back into his childhood. It seemed to have grown with him,
because although it had always been bigger than him, it had never been big
enough to make him feel anxious or afraid of it. The dragon never
spoke, growled, or made much noise. It didn’t even breathe fire. It
did belch once and a small flame leapt out of its right nostril, and Jim thought
that he’d heard a mumbled ‘pardon’ but couldn’t be sure.

Jim was sure the dragon was a male dragon, but he wasn’t sure why.
It just looked ‘manly’ in a ‘dragon-esque’ kind of way.

What puzzled Jim was people’s reaction to his Dragon, it was like the
old phrase ‘the elephant in the room’. People seemed to notice Jim’s
Dragon, look it up and down, then ignore it and carry on with whatever they
were doing or saying. It didn’t usually involve any sort of
acknowledgement of Jim or the Dragon, no one seemed to want to note that Jim
existed. Or his Dragon.

One day, in Jim’s favourite corner of the library something
happened. As he stood between the dusty stacks of ancient books a young
woman turned the corner, she looked a Jim, looked at his dragon, and
smiled. It was only then that Jim noticed, standing at the end of the
aisle, another dragon. This dragon had a definite feminine air about
it. Jim’s dragon winked at him, walked towards the other dragon, their
tails entwined, and they disappeared.

Jim was left alone with the young woman. She smiled at him and the
conversation began.

Buddy East reminded the group that the contest ends tomorrow. All entries can be seen by clicking HERE.
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WE went looking at appliances today. Tomorrow we buy. Today was Betty's birthday. We celebrate tomorrow and all of the kids and grandkids will be here. I watched my soaps. A firm offer has been made on our UP house and we have accepted. I began making arrangements to have our furniture moved the week after Easter. I called my sister to let her know the good news. All in all not much time for blogging. Now I will have a breathing treatment.
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