"low tales"

POST TURTLE

I guess you could refer to our PREZ, as a post turtle!  The story goes that an old farmer, walking down a lane one day, spotted a Turtle atop a post.  Knowing turtles cant climb, someone had to put it there. I guess that's why I call him a post turtle, No one knows where he came from, how he got there or who in gods name put him up there.  In over three years he has done as much good sitting on the post, as being the POTUS in Washington.

The Rat

Several years ago a salesman from the mid-west was in Washington for a sales meeting.  He had some free time and decided to do some shopping in the older section of town.  He went into several shops and although interesting he saw nothing that interested him.  About to go back to his hotel, he spied a little dumpy shop near an alleyway.  He went in and even though the door was not locked, no one was visible.  He called out, is anyone here?  soon a voice was heard, look around, I'll be with you in a minute.  He looked around the crowded shop and nothing looked good to him, then he saw a BIG Brass Rat!  He said to himself, I have got to have that.

At that time the storekeeper came in and asked if he could help? The salesman said, yes, I would like to have this RAT, how much is it?  The store keeper told him, it's free but you cannot return it.  The salesman was delighted and thanked him and left.

It was a really nice evening and he decided to walk to his hotel, checked his bearings and started walking.  The streets were not crowded and it was somewhat quiet, he thought heard something, he turned around and a group of huge rats were following him.  He started walking faster the further he walked, the more rats there were.  By this time he was in a state of panic, thousands of rats were following him, he feared for his life.  What am I to do,  he looked around, ahead was the river.  As he rushed to the edge the rats kept coming more and more.  He looked at his brass rat, said goodbye to it and threw it into the river as far as he could.  What? the rats kept following the brass rat.  everyone of them plunged into the river and drowned.  He was relieved, out of breath he went to his hotel.

The next morning he went to the little shop, as he walked in the man at the counter said, I knew you would be back, but you cannot return the rat.  The salesman remarked, I do not want to return it, I was wondering if you have a BRASS POLITICIAN I can buy.

I guess next week I'll get serious!  WB