A Curious Little Blog

I went to a flea market today.  A lot of people are under the misconception that a flea market is a place to buy fleas.  This is not the case, although sometimes there are fleas for sale there.  Rather, a flea market is a place to buy flea accessories.  I got a new leash and a smart bonnet for mine. Getting quality flea accessories at a reasonable price can be a challenge.  The skill required to make anything small enough to fit a flea naturally puts a premium on them.  Not only that, but many flea accessories come in only one size.  As anyone who has raised fleas can tell you, getting a flea collar that is too large is like having none at all.  Before you know it, your flea will slip out of his collar and hop on the next dog or cat he sees, and then you have a hopeless time trying to find it among the fur.  I recommend you not buy cheap Chinese knockoffs because they are rarely true to size and do not stand up to the kind of workout a norm...

Daisy was out standing in her field. It wasn't actually her field -- it belonged to Farmer Fred -- but she lived in it, and she thought of it as hers. She had risen early, as usual, to do her cowesthenics. Now she was done, and the other cows were starting to wander out onto the field. "Bullcrap!" muttered Elsie as she stepped in something on her way over to Daisy. "Actually, it's cow crap," Daisy said. "They don't allow bulls in here." They both turned to look across the field toward where Ferdinand, the farm's bull, stood grazing. "He's quite a stud," Daisy muttered dreamily. "Well, today's your lucky day," answered Elsie, "although I don't know what you see in him. He's kind of wimpy." Elsie had come from another farm, and she was always finding things to criticize about Daisy's farm. Daisy just ignored her. She pitied Elsie and her complaining. Not only had it turned al...