a long fall down a long hole...
I had the most curious game of croquet this afternoon! I played a game with some old friends at a club just off Highway 99, northeast of the city. It's been awhile since I've played, but seriously... have they totally changed the rules of the game or something?
I could barely believe it, but the croquet balls were live hedgehogs and the mallets live flamingoes! You can imagine that it was near to impossible to manage the flamingoes. I could succeed in getting its body tucked away comfortably under my arm, its legs hanging down and its neck straighted out, but as soon as I lined up the shot and prepared to give the hedgehog a blow with the flamingoes head, it would twist itself round and look up at my face with such a puzzled expression that I couldn't help but burst out laughing! And then when I had finally gotten its head down, and was ready to begin again, (quite an endevour, I tell you!) I'd look up to find that the hedgehog had unrolled itself, and was crawling away across the grass. I didn't get a single good shot all afternoon... and now I smell like flamingo :(
Flamingoes and hedgehogs! What a ridiculous idea for a civilized game like croquet! I'm quite sure I won't go back to this particular club again... certainly not until they bathe the flamingoes. The smell of shrimp-breath is quite distracting when one is trying to concentrate on lining up a shot, and I think I played my worst game ever today :(
I could barely believe it, but the croquet balls were live hedgehogs and the mallets live flamingoes! You can imagine that it was near to impossible to manage the flamingoes. I could succeed in getting its body tucked away comfortably under my arm, its legs hanging down and its neck straighted out, but as soon as I lined up the shot and prepared to give the hedgehog a blow with the flamingoes head, it would twist itself round and look up at my face with such a puzzled expression that I couldn't help but burst out laughing! And then when I had finally gotten its head down, and was ready to begin again, (quite an endevour, I tell you!) I'd look up to find that the hedgehog had unrolled itself, and was crawling away across the grass. I didn't get a single good shot all afternoon... and now I smell like flamingo :(
Flamingoes and hedgehogs! What a ridiculous idea for a civilized game like croquet! I'm quite sure I won't go back to this particular club again... certainly not until they bathe the flamingoes. The smell of shrimp-breath is quite distracting when one is trying to concentrate on lining up a shot, and I think I played my worst game ever today :(