Gentle Woods Nymph and her husband, Woodcutter went for their midday walk.

While resting a spell on a fallen log, Woodcutter pipes up with “*$#&%* tree is going to fall” “ Exactly what is wrong with that?” inquires Woods Nymph. “It’s going to fall on the path and I’ll have to cut it off, ” explains Woodcutter.

“Cursing a tree for what trees do naturally, eventually falling, seems like a very unnatural act to me” observes Woods Nymph. Woodcutter replies “Only a Woods Nymph would see something wrong with cursing at a tree”.

Nymph laughs, like the sound of leaves falling (I read a Susan Weed book and caught a bad case of Silly Prose Virus from her).

Resting serenely on the log, she scans the scene in front of her. “ We need to mow down a bunch of these trees, so I can have a better view of the cliffs” sez Nymph.

Laughing like the sound of fire crackling, Woodcutter replies “ Only a Woods Nymph like you would chastise me for cursing a tree one moment, and then plan on wasting 40 of them the next”

Woods Nymph just chuckled mysteriously, like the sound of marshmallows toasting :oD

-- Anonymous, January 24, 2002

Answers

The "Silly Prose Virus" is why I can't take Susun Weed seriously. You really made me laugh Sharon.

-- Anonymous, January 24, 2002

I hear ya Anne, loud and clear!

-- Anonymous, February 02, 2002