HOW HIGH’S THE WATER AND WHERE or WHERE IS PUSSY
The early heavy rain has brought Moco-Moco Creek into full flood, and this is much earlier than usual. With this flooding of course comes the usual debris not the least of which is a rather large log floating under the
“I tell you for true that is a caiman, I once saw one half that big that took off a mans arm, or maybe it was his leg, or something.”
“Ah shucks man, I seen caiman so big that they tried to eat half my village in one swallow”
“Well here now, you kids better stay away from that water, next thing you know that thing will come in the yard, and eat everybody, Aunty Pat you better move your horse, I hear caiman really like horse meat.”
Voice of reason? “folks I hate to tell you but that is just a big log that has floated off the bank somewhere, besides that there is too much of the thing showing out of the water.”
“No, that a caiman for true, see how he keeps coming closer? Never mind that the current and wind is in the logs favor.
The end result of this was several little boys who will no doubt have nightmares about loosing various body parts while skinny dipping in the flooded creek.
Creek risings have also made for some rather interesting chat room conversations with the folks down south, “If you see xyz tell him to get the parts to me with abc asap before the creek comes up any more.”
“ Saw xyz he says , sending parts with pqr and he’s held up because he can’t cross the creek but he thinks it may be going down or it maybe coming up”.
“By the way, if a tiger cage comes in for me, tell them that I have the tiger by the tail, and as soon as the parts get here(note doesn’t say if the parts are for the tiger or the landrover), if the creek doesn’t come up anymore, I’ll come and get, No, I’ll not bring the tiger on this trip.
Add to all this high water, brand new white flesh in the form of Peace Corps Volunteer. “Gee whiz we never had anything like these little black critters back in
“And besides that this anti-malaria drug they have us on is now making me have nightmares about being carried off to a blood donation center run by K-Flies and mosquitoes”
Mean while our other faithful PC volunteer is still trying to get moved into her new apartment. Been 3 weeks now of just now, and we’ll have it done. The last just now amounted to putting wire security mesh on louvered windows. Do you leave an opening to allow the windows to open? Well of course not, why in the world would you want a breeze coming through when you have a zinc roof on the house?
Only time will tell if our trusty mild mannered volunteer will in a fit of rage, k-fly attack and just plain frustration, rip off the mess and open her windows.
In the mean time, at the B & B after a good dose of jungle trots, dysentery, Sh…..’s or what ever you choose to call it. I am finally more or less back on track.
Late one evening last week I hear a “inside” followed by dog attack or at least a good show of, “hey you’re in my yard white boy, and I’m gonna take a leg off as soon as I can quite wagging my tail”.
Up steps our trusty RAM pilot,
“ Hey, do you know where I can find Pussy?”
“Excuse me, WHAT?
“Pussy, I’m looking for Pussy” OH GOD, well he has been here almost a year.
“Here now, wait a minute, why don’t you start from the top and take it slow, because I really want to get this thing right”
“I gotta find Pussy, you remember that pit outside my yard, well there is this goat that got in the pit and can’t get out and it’s dying. People told me the goat belonged to Pussy, YES< style=""> Anyway I’m trying to find Pussy to get his goat.
“OOOOK, well I certainly hope you find Pussy!
Next morning in comes our Pu---hunter, and of course the question is ask, “Did you find P ?
(it should be noted here that this question was ask with a straight face)
“ Yes I did, and he got them both out of the pit” Both meaning mother and kid which was born in the pit.” P has a new a kid, I’m a foster dad, , I now know where to look for Pussy and all is right with the world”
“As the Rupununi Spins”
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