Rex was by nature a little withdrawn. He didn’t exude social confidence. I suppose it was natural for some boys of fifteen. Anyway…
He was on a boys’ camp. Everyone was sitting around the camp fire and telling jokes. It was really funny.
Harry told this really funny joke about a rhinoceros. Everyone shrieked with laughter. And Rex said, “If pigs oink and geese honk, what do mouses do?”
No one listened to him and Nigel told this really funny joke about a pet gnu. Everyone shrieked with laughter even though some didn’t have a clue what a gnu was. And Rex said, “If pigs oink and geese honk, what do mouses do?”
No one listened to him and Alistair told this really funny joke about this stallion with a big donger. Everyone shrieked with laughter. And Rex said, “If pigs oink and geese honk, what do mouses do?”
No one listened to him and Dennis started to tell this really funny joke and Rex got up and went back to his tent and listened to some music.
Listen the story being read HERE!
I think this is one of my favorites of your stories, Bruce….so beautifully built and poetic in expression but also capturing truth about those many little crossroads moments in the life of one who might become an artist, or a serial killer.
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Thanks, Cynthia. I was just thinking it to be one of my favorites as well, when your comment came! Thank you again!
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Perfectly said Cynthia!! A little gem from our Bruce today!
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To be called a gem by the Light Catcher!
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I opt for the serial killer choice. Go, Rex.
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Perhaps Rex was born to be a king! (There’s a bit of a snobby classical allusion in my comment! :D)
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Whatever …
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This is why I love blogging. You can’t tell if anyone isn’t listening. You can just go on and on and on and on and on…. Another good one, Bruce.
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Thanks Susanne! I would never miss a wuthering bite if I can help it! Or even spying a new gravatar!!
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I recall spying a billy goat suddenly morph into a raven then only days later into a floral bouquet!
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I’m never satisfied with the way I look!
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Fickle little Flower!
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One of those pivotal moments that change a life – recognised!! It is the best of your little yarns yet I think!
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Thanks, Pauline. One in 738 is not bad!!!!
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Oh no Sir! There have been at least two others ……… 🙂
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Good one Bruce. So what do mouses do?
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You’ll have to ask Rex – and unfortunately he’s busy listening to music!
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So frustrating, to never know what mouses do, Shubha. Unless … maybe Bruce will do a sequel to this yarn.
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It’s like the riddle in Alice – Why is a raven like a writing desk? I’m predicting whole libraries of the future will be devoted to finishing my little joke… !
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Mouses are a unique hybrid of two animals, the cow 🐮 and the snake🐍. The mouse therefore makes a mixed sound derived from it’s two ancestors: mooooo + ssssssss.
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You’re confusing a mouse with a moose…..
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I know, but I thought it far more clever than describing the squeak of mice.
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Oh..now mice may be something different from mouses……plurals can be very tricky you know,
goose/geese, moose/meese, house/hice, blouse/blice, spouse/spice….etc….
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Sheep/shop… oh! and gnu/gnus (pronounced g-nus (rhymes with thus))
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Oscar, that is the most terrible joke I’ve heard all day!!!!
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Good thing tomorrow starts a new slate in three hours!
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Great Scot! We’re just starting Sunday drinks!
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And I’m just starting Sunday itself….nitey-night!
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Good night, sweet Lady. Good night. Good night. Good night.
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Alas my Sunday drinks won’t start till after work tomorrow…just in time for A Star Is Born round two “voting” in 21 hrs.
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You mean in the USA you can find something to watch on tele? !
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Alas, poor Rex. That excruciating period captured beautifully.
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Thanks, Derrick. We knew him well!
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I think I wanted a nicer ending. I thought it was going to be where the shy guy pipes up, “Anyone heard the one about the little owl…” several times and no-one listens. Then by the end of the night when jokes are running thin. Someone remembers him and asks, “What’s the one about the Little Owl? ” Reply: “I don’t know it – just wanted to know if anyone had heard it?”
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Thank you! Perhaps you could start a collection of the stories, with alternative endings! 😀
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I wouldn’t presume to. I like most of your stories and their endings – I just thought I should stand up for the underdog in this case.
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🙂 I always suspected you might have been Emmeline Pankhurst in disguise!
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The awkwardness of the teen years, perfectly and painfully wrought.
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Thanks, Jan. They say “oh to be young again!” – I couldn’t think of much worse!
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Me either!
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Lovely story! So what do mouses do?
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You’ll have to ask Rex – he was the one telling the joke!
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The quite beauty of the story is humbling. It’s amazing how you compress oceans into a middling stream.
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Thank you Uma Shankar! I learn from those who know how – such as … umashankar….
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Come on, Bruce!
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Stop hitting yourself… you’ve got a writing style and an imagination that’s remarkable and one (in fact) I could never emulate.
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I will remember that. At the same time, your style will remain a model to me.
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