Agent 012 Again

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Misty's Musings-My Dogs Keep me Sane

Saying for the Day
The chief obstacle to the progress of the human race is the human race. ~Don Marquis

Picture of the Day
(From the Archives)

A Picture Story from Jeff's Portrait of Words

The Ongoing Adventures of Agent 012
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Coming out of the bathroom Agent 012 hurried Cinnamon back to the car. By this time he was thoroughly frazzled and pushed the wrong button. The car shuddered and turned color to blue and the top slid into the trunk. He tried to return it to normal but something stuck and so there he was in a blue convertible with a woman who was becoming more romantic by the minute.
As if that was not bad enough a gigantic storm was brewing and he doubted they could outrun it. The convertible would fill with water. Not a desirable occurrence but it might cool her down. His primary fear was that if they didn’t get out ahead of the storm they would have to stay somewhere for the night.
Suddenly he felt something poking him in the side. It was his gun she had pulled it from his holster.
“Go where I tell you. Or I’ll have to shoot you “, she said.
“ But I saved your life . Why would you shoot me” , he asked hysterically.
“If I can’t have you nobody can “ she said.
“ I have a wife and kids”, he said. Trying to appeal to her humanity.
“ You’ll forget them and learn to love me , turn left at the next road.” she said.
The storm was closer and gathering strength as Agent o12 turned down an old dirt road. Soon they reached a beautiful lake.
“ We could park here and just feel the romance of the moment”, she said.
He replied “ Are you crazy that storm is going to dump a ton of water on us in a minute or two we should just drive as fast as possible.” Ok. “Drive to the other side of the lake. My summer house is there. It’s empty at the moment. Nobody will bother us and we will be dry.” She commanded.
Agent 012 drove as fast as possible until she told him to stop. The house with a full view of the lake was more like a palace than a house.
“ How many houses do these rich people have” he thought.
“There’s coffee to be ground and plenty of preserves I had my cook put up at the end of summer. We’ll be safe and have plenty to eat. I’ll take care of you and teach you to love me.


I’ll even get us the greatest wedding cake ever after your divorce” she said.

Agent 012 got out of the car and started for the house. She stopped him and threw her arms around him kissing him full on the lips. Just at that moment the lightning hit and the gun went off.
This was not his day.

News from Pigeon Falls

The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal.
The Tommy Club will not be meeting tonight some of the parents have decided they are spending just too much time on this driblet stuff. It probably isn’t going to happen anyway. Where is this shadow?
Toivo Jupola , Eino’s brother is being sent to a specialist on allergies in Chicago. It seems he is allergic to pickles among other things. He was eating at the Happy Pigeon and didn’t noticed the pickles on his hamburger. They had to rush him to the emergency room. His feet swelled up so bad they burst the flip flops he was wearing. When they finally released him he was still so swollen he couldn’t wear his seat belt and had broken out in crescent shaped hives. The emergency room attendant gave him some moisturizing cream for the hives. The Chicago Doctor was found by the computer programmer at the garage with a Google search.
Toivo who has an odd sense of humor said that until he sees the doctor he is only going to eat dog biscuits no more hamburgers. He also suggested that his swelling up could be the beginning of the shadow from the driblet because he looked like a cow.
He was still in a funny mode this morning as he left on the train and the last thing he said was “ Ready or not her I come Chicago”.
Nancy’s poltergeist has been allowing ghost groupies to come into the shop and they have behaved . They do try to take pictures but all they get is squiggly lines in their digital cameras. It seems the poltergeist doesn’t want any pictures taken.

Wrap Up

Just a note. Since Jeff gave us Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday to post I thought I would post one story each day (They aren't that good so I need more of them). Tuesday I post "Young Love". Wednesday " Love Lost".
It was one of those ho hum days. I read all the stories listed at Jeff's blog. I scanned some slides. Then I spent most of the morning and the afternoon cutting up boxes in the basement. Betty bundled them for recycling. When I came up I finished another set of slides. I have now scanned 200 of them. Then I visited all my links. Now I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA

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