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alchemist, beaver, bluegrass, Brad, caterwauler, drink me, eat me, fish, Fred, frog, Henry, Irishman, Joyce, Lewis Carroll, Lola, moose, Myrtle, Orwell, Pfeffer, Prima, Rand, Secunda, Tertia
Episode 39: Part 1 of “Who Ate the Danish?”
“Consider your verdict” the King said to the jury.
“Not yet, not yet!” the rabbit hastily interrupted. “There’s a great deal to come before that.”
L. Carroll “Who Stole the Tarts?”
Pfeffer called another meeting but no one knew what the purpose was.
It was another of those meetings that Alex hated;
the kind that ate up tons and tons of time,
the kind where the very incompetent,
had very much to say about nothing,
the kind where erroneous decisions
were apparently made for
the almost right reasons,
the kind where groups
thought in parallel
which created an
atmosphere where
one’s dissention
wasn’t the least
tolerated.
Pfeffer had not yet arrived
so various beings attempted
to grab some
power.
During the meeting Henry exerted his
pseudo importance by demanding
to know who entered
the meeting room
first.
The basis for his demand was his perception
that someone had eaten all the creame-filled
Danish before the others had arrived.
Henry huffed and puffed and
interjected power words like
“Indeed” and the phrase
“How dare you?”
He believed that these comments
gave strength to his argument.
Myrtle finally spoke up to inform Henry
that he, Myrtle, CFO, had signed
and distributed a memo
weeks ago.
The memo stated that “meeting food” would be limited
to plain and sugared doughnuts.
Danish and other pastries
were no longer to be
purchased due to the
austerity budget
the corporation
was on.
“Do more with less”, “Walk the talk” blubbered the fish from his bowl.
The beaver, who had been sharpening his large teeth
on an aluminum chair leg, stood up – – – straight.
It was a three-point support system; his two legs
and one cross-hatched tail giving him stability.
(with the tail doing most of the work).
“Wait a second there Bub” he stated directly at Myrtle.
“Do you think that not having pastries at an
important meeting such as this will save
our company from bankruptcy?”
“The tag is Myrtle, not ‘Bub’, an’ the green
ain’t the point; the message be the point”
responded the CFO.
“Point of order. Let it be noted. Table the pastries” cried out the fish.
