Well,how did I get here?
Wendel was amazed at the thought.
“There’s nothing of MY ancestors left.” He said, “Least of all their scat.”
“So if they were up North for so long, how’d you come this far south?”
“I myself, was born in the zoo here, but my grandmother told me the story of how the family got there.” Began Oliver,
“Once, there was a deep hole. A hole in the ice that was full of water,
and the water was full of fish. So Grandma was happily fishing there.
But this hole in the ice was right on the shore of Greenland.
It was full of fish because it went all the way down to the sea itself.
While she was fishing, the ice around the hole calved off the ice flow
and became a large iceberg. Which began to drift out to sea, all without Grandma even
noticing. Even when she surfaced, she couldn’t tell at first that the hole, the ice and everything she saw were slowly floating south. The melting ice made a pool of cold water around the berg, and the fish stayed with it. So there was plenty for Grandma to eat.
By the time the iceberg she was riding had melted away, She found herself all the way into the Bay of Fundy. The hole had become a lagoon She finally found herself swimming in the open ocean. So she headed for shore as best she could.
Fortunately we polar bears are strong swimmers, so she made it to shore in Maine, I think she said. A place called Lubec. Now that far South was even then a great deal more full of people than where folk like polar bears normally frequent. So her coming ashore caused quite a stir. Grandma was promptly captured, and wound up in the Central Park Zoo, which is where I was later born.”
“That story sounds much like the smell of fertilizer around here. Artificial with a hint of shit to it.”
‘It sounds quite unlikely, true,” Replied Oliver, a little miffed “but one doesn’t like to contradict their own grandmother’s word.”
Today's Crimefighters:He's a benighted moralistic cop haunted by memories of 'Nam. She's a psychotic motormouth nun living homeless in New York's sewers. They fight crime!
“There’s nothing of MY ancestors left.” He said, “Least of all their scat.”
“So if they were up North for so long, how’d you come this far south?”
“I myself, was born in the zoo here, but my grandmother told me the story of how the family got there.” Began Oliver,
“Once, there was a deep hole. A hole in the ice that was full of water,
and the water was full of fish. So Grandma was happily fishing there.
But this hole in the ice was right on the shore of Greenland.
It was full of fish because it went all the way down to the sea itself.
While she was fishing, the ice around the hole calved off the ice flow
and became a large iceberg. Which began to drift out to sea, all without Grandma even
noticing. Even when she surfaced, she couldn’t tell at first that the hole, the ice and everything she saw were slowly floating south. The melting ice made a pool of cold water around the berg, and the fish stayed with it. So there was plenty for Grandma to eat.
By the time the iceberg she was riding had melted away, She found herself all the way into the Bay of Fundy. The hole had become a lagoon She finally found herself swimming in the open ocean. So she headed for shore as best she could.
Fortunately we polar bears are strong swimmers, so she made it to shore in Maine, I think she said. A place called Lubec. Now that far South was even then a great deal more full of people than where folk like polar bears normally frequent. So her coming ashore caused quite a stir. Grandma was promptly captured, and wound up in the Central Park Zoo, which is where I was later born.”
“That story sounds much like the smell of fertilizer around here. Artificial with a hint of shit to it.”
‘It sounds quite unlikely, true,” Replied Oliver, a little miffed “but one doesn’t like to contradict their own grandmother’s word.”
Today's Crimefighters:He's a benighted moralistic cop haunted by memories of 'Nam. She's a psychotic motormouth nun living homeless in New York's sewers. They fight crime!