The Peasant and the Devil: The Unwritten Ending
Once upon a time, there was a crafty and far-sighted peasant. Anyone with a parent who read them a copy of "Grimm's Complete Fairy Tales" as a child knows the tale of the farmer who bested the Devil in a game of wits. However, I happen to know what became of the farmer after the fairy tale ends. You see, dear reader, all legends and myths have a basis in truth, but once a dozen or so generations of story-tellers come and go, all having added their own little twists and embellishments and sensitivities, things tend to get hidden or disappear altogether. That is when folks of good authority (such as yours truly) come out of the woodwork to set things straight.
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Things that go hoot in the night! ⚡💙⚡
That they are, my friend. That they are.
That made me smile
Hahahahahahahhaha my stomach sounds more like a dying whale 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Very cute poem… at least ‘The whole world’ didn’t hear it!
Ha! An easy mistake to make! Thought this was brill.
lol, reminds me of the time I thought I heard a hoot owl outside my window when I was twelve. It was my sinuses, lol
They sure are for one never knows till when gets up to check on whatever. Good job.
Lol. Hoo hoo where's the food?
😂 😂 I think Margaret Craven would have enjoyed this
Judy, Nighttime really has a way of turning the simplest sounds into something mysterious.
We hear mourning doves cooing at night and think it's owls hooting.