Who am I? Where did I come from? I could look to the almighty Sobek (see May 31 post) for a pointer. But just coz I'm a croc, doesn't mean I came from Egypt. That's like saying that all potatoes come from Ireland or all dinosaurs come from Dorset. Besides, Sobek is made-up. That's a human thing. And humans weren't around during the Eocene Epoch. Unlike crocs. That's when we hit the scene.
Course, when humans are searching for their identity, they don't normally go back to the Garden of Eden. They usually go back to the first convenient and personally-appealing point in history they can find. That's how come Barak Obama is Irish. And all of the preceding 5 presidents.
I mean... spot the odd one out!*
CUCKOO CROC (SOURCE: pigtown-design.blogspot.com) |
Trouble is, I couldn't risk shouting for either side. I couldn't. Since, I don't know my Provenance, it is possible that I could actually be Swiss. Well, as possible as anything. Not all Swiss things are made out of chocolate or Nazi war gold. That's a fallacy. Some cuckoo clocks are handcrafted, wood-carved and even charming.
See my problem?
In the end it was a draw. Just as well, really.
Take care,
Carl
* it's George W Bush, coz he's a twerp
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