Monday, October 03, 2011
The Wabbit and the Big Green Thing
"Control do you read me? Over," said the Wabbit and then he said it again for good measure. The radio crackled. "Ground Control, Commander. What can we do for you?" "Do you have a manual of Unidentified Flying Things to hand," asked the Wabbit. "No Sir!" replied Ground Control. "Why not?" said the Wabbit sharply. "Not much call for it," said Ground Control. "Well I am reporting an Unidentified Flying Thing," said the Wabbit. "What do you think it is, Sir?" asked Ground Control. "If I knew, then it would be an Identified Flying Thing!" snapped the Wabbit. There was a sudden crash as the Wabbit lost altitude and he grappled with the controls and yelled. "Control, do you have an expert on Unidentified Thingies?" "He's on vacation," said Ground Control. "Find him," growled the Wabbit. "It would be useful if you could describe the thing, Sir." "Yes of course, before it drags me into its innards," muttered the Wabbit. "It's a Big Round Green Thing with a Pulling Everything Inside Thing attached, is that OK?" he said. "Patching you through to our expert in Machu Picchu," crackled Ground Control. "Machu Picchu," grumbled the Wabbit and he steadied the joystick as the plane shook violently. "Hello Commander," said a voice. "Enjoying your holidays?" asked the Wabbit through rattling teeth. "Yes, awfully nice. Good line isn't it? I can hear you so clearly," said the expert. "Grrr. I don't care, what am I supposed to do?" shouted the Wabbit. "Pray," said the expert.