Moon Fever

The moon really doesn’t have to be totally full for crazy things to begin to happen, although the very ultimate in Moon Fever occurs when the moon is at its fullest splendor.

Full Moon week 1 away.

My horse Manley, after a full month of new high powered Brazilian Horse food is starting
once again to look like he may be alive. Every morning he greets me at the back door
expecting to be fed his morning rations. Well as the bag dwindled to almost nothing I
ordered another bag of feed. After several days of anxiously awaiting delivery, the old
sack was finished, and I had to start with small amounts of corn. I noticed with this new
breakfast food, he was not so anxious to greet me in the mornings, and I would have to go
into the bush to coax him to come to the house. Finally after several mornings of this routine the long awaited “high powered Brazilian Horse feed” is delivered to my house during the day.
That evening arriving home quicker than usual because of the promised right feed, Manley
makes a quick trip to the back door to await his turn in the zoo feeding line. Since he is the newest addition to the zoo he is naturally the last to be fed. Tigers, in the form of 8 week
old kittens, tiger & tiger lily, mamma cat, and of course the dog.

Let the games begin! One irate horse stomping the ground, 2 tigers fighting and growling
over a piece of chicken liver, mamma cat and the dog fighting over who has the right to be
under my feet so I may step on them, while I search for a match to light the candle.
finally after the most dangerous of the lot has settled down to eat, I start to open the sack
of horse feed. Of course they never leave a little tag on the stitching so that one quick
pull will unravel the entire mess, to make it even worse the torch light in hand decides to completely quit working. It should be noted here that one impatient horse standing in the
doorway was the only reason that torch was not sent flying out into the night, reason being
that I would hit the horse in the head and have to try to drag a dead horse out of my door
way before going to bed. Bag of feed still unopened, the search is now on for my leatherman. 3 stumped toes later, leatherman in hand the sack is sawed open. Sawed open
because the blade was so dull that it would have been a challenge to cut hot butter with it.

Fresh torch in hand, bag open, bend to scoop up Manley’s dinner, “WHAAAA” looks like combination saw dust and sand. Upon closer inspection what was thought to be “high powered Brazilian Horse feed” is instead “High powered Brazilian egg laying chicken feed”
Wonderful, that’s all I need is a horse sitting under my window at day break crowing
or laying eggs in the bush.
So Good Ole Manley is once again given small ration of corn, and promised for sure tomorrow he’ll have proper horse food. Needless to say more promises was not what he had in mind, so he promptly proceeds to release all the water he has consumed over the last week in front of
my door step, or as he prefers to call it mark his territory. Marking or dam bladder failure
which ever I choose to call it, the smell is still that of very strong horse Pee, which lingers
through the night.

Morning arrives, small ration of corn placed in a bowl to rattle up one irate horse.
First trip to the creek, bath taken, meadow where he usually grazes is checked, No horse.
Second trip to rattle up horse, horse is found but not interested in coming to the house,
of course I didn’t take the bridle with me.
Third trip, forget the rattling bowl of corn, one stubborn horse caught, dragged to the
house and saddled, and he sulks all the way to town because he didn’t get breakfast.

7:30 am

Arrive at the Cyber café, to the phone ringing off the hook, the usual is ???? outside,

he’s driving a land rover? Do you know so-n-sos’ phone number?

Hello, Hello, is @#%# there?

And finally “Good Morning, may I help you”?

“ Morn’n, you all sell cat gut”

“Excuse Me ! “ Say Whaaaaaaaa

“Cat Gut for de eat”

“Excuse Me, Cat Gut?”

“yea, Cat Gut fer we eata”

“OK lets try this one more time, you want cat gut for what purpose”?

“fer de weeds cutter, slasher, you no have it?”

“ OH, you want the red mono cord for a slasher, weed eater, brush cutter, weed whacker?”

Whew, was afraid for a minute I might loose some of the tigers in the zoo.

“yes, we do have that in stock at the Argi-store”

“Good, I’ll be der to gat sum.”

Now bear in mind this is one full week before the full moon, so the fever is on, be on guard

at all times, because it has begun.

Shefishs 11-18-04