"Daddy," said the little man, "are you 'fraid of Eateemores?"
"Of what, dear?"
"Of Eateemores."
The little man had a serious, probing look in his amber eyes.
"Well now, ah, it's sort of hard to say," replied that big man, confuddled.
"When there was a Eateemore and it was going to PRASH! into the monkey but the duck flied by and stopt it."
"Eateemores?"
"Yes, I'm 'fraid of Eateemores because they fly in the sky and are very big Daddy, and the Eateemores can hit your eye and then it would be put out and hard to see!"
"Ah-ha!" said the big man. "Yes, I am afraid of Eateemores too, but since I can do nothing about them, I try not to worry too much about them."
"You should be scared too, but if you stop the Eateemores it would be very amazing!"
"Look out! Here comes one now!"
"Silly," said the little man, inclining his chin to the fading rays of the sun and waving his arm above his head "there is no Eateemores up here now!"
And with that, they returned to eating their yoghurt.
Yesterday, I read in the national geographic that there is only one known case of space debris hitting a person. It was a piece of a rocket ship -- or some other type of NASA nonsense -- and hit a woman in Oklahoma in 1997. Apparently she was fine.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rachel, this is just the sort of thing we need to know at the hop! Wouldn't it be wonderful to contact this woman and get an exclusive interview for the hop? Are you feeling up to playing roving-reporter with me?
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