TheBanyanTree: Raining Cats and Dogs?
Woofie
woofie at woofess.com
Sat Mar 5 18:06:30 PST 2005
Hello thebanyantree,
I don't think there has ever been any evidence that it can rain cats
and dogs. I suspect it is just one of those crazy sayings to
illustrate very heavy rain....mebbe somebody's dear ole moggie or
doggie was washed orf the roof of its abode during a heavy downpour,
or summat. As Pommies tend to keep their dogs in kennels on the
roofs of their houses (I have pictures to prove this, somewheres or
others....), this is quite a viable scenario.
It does rain fish in the Northern Territory, where we used to live.
This phenomenon upsets scientists and other rational thinkers, who
insist that it couldn't happen. Unfortunately, it is hard to deny
the presence of flapping fish in your back yard, where there was
never fish before. But, we will not dwell on raining fish, in an
effort to spare distress to any scientists on the list:)
Nope..I has a new phenomenon ter report - raining golf balls!!!!!
For the last 10 years or, so, golf balls have suddenly appeared in
our horse paddock next door...never anywhere else, just in the horse
paddock. Yesterday's tally was three, for example. Although
adherents of Occam's Razor, we have never been able to discover a
simple and logical explanation for their continual appearances.
Yes, it is true that we live near a golf course, and yes, "Ahah!"
you are all saying, that would be the cause of the golf balls! Well,
unless there is a golfer there who can hit a golf ball over a mile
and land it squarely in our horse paddock every time, that theory is
a wipeout.
"What about your neighbours?" you are asking, "Maybe they are
hitting golf balls into the paddock?" Well, mebbe they are, but why
only the horse paddock and why don't they retrieve their golf balls?
These are good quality golf balls and golf balls aren't cheap. Also,
by now one would expect to have seen evidence of such activity. Alas
this is not the case.
After much highly intellectual and deep cogitation, I have only been
able to come up with two possible theories: ---
1. It rains golf balls! Raining golf balls would be the perfect and
obvious cause, except for one significant negative to this theory.
Golf balls appear not only in our wet season, but also in our dry
season. ie they appear when it is not raining! This leads to the
second and more plausible theory:
2. There is some aberration in the digestive processes of our
horses. For some reason, during digestion and processing of wastes
in the small and large intestines of our equines, waste products are
being balled up to form perfect golf balls!!! Obviously a very
unusual chemical reaction is occurring between the standard feed we
feed the horses and the unique chemical composition of the dust in
the paddock, which no horse, or no human can help ingesting, orally
or nasally, because it is so fine and floaty (note that such dust is
called "bull dust" in country areas of Australia).
This latter theory satisfies all the evidence collected so far. It
is so obvious a cause that I am surprised I didn't think of it years
ago!! Some of the more commercially-oriented amongst you might be
wondering why I do not take advantage of this phenomenon and start
selling these qolf balls. The raw materials are not costing me
anything..well..I has ter buy horse feed anyways, so the golf balls
are virtually being produced free. Selling said golf balls would be
a great little earner:)))
Alas, Rusty the Bullet Dawg, LOVES golf balls!! She loves chewing
them to pieces. In fact one golf ball can keep her happily occupied
for hours. The need to keep the Bullet Dawg happily occupied and not
getting into mischief must outweigh any pecuniary advantages:(
--
Best regards,
Woofie , mailto:woofie at woofess.com
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