...or wild hog...
I think we can all agree and understand that the adolescent male is a querulous creature that is both predictable and never predictable (except to predict that they will be unpredictable). A certain 18-year old helped to uphold that right of Life's passage recently...
DATELINE: SCHWERIN, GERMANY
Oh, to be free from constraints and rules and regulations and proper behavior. When you're approximate to that legal fulcrum of 18, you are invincible. Like that scene from "Titanic" out on the ship's bow when with the arms spread wide and the wind whipping your flowing locks, you are the freest of birds.
It's a limited time offer, of course. See store and history books for details.
So this guy and a friend go steal a car...an Opel (I sure hope it was more than the Opel my sister had waaaaay back in the 70s). Being in a stolen vehicle and (I'm sure) the speed limit representing but a mere suggestion to the duo, they sped off to seek more troubles, worsened by the police taking up the cross-country pursuit.
It should come to no surprise that once a road-block was set-up the end was near. Thankfully, no one was killed when they collided into one of the squad cars; the police were able to nab the passenger quickly enough, but the adroit driver absconded into the nearby forest.
'Twas dark. T'were many, many trees. T'weren't any street lights to help the police see...and they soon lost track of the emboldened miscreant, regrouping to formulate additional search plans.
Initially, a 'rescue' plan was not on their top 10 list of possibilities...but with a faint "HEEEEELP! SOMEBODY HEEEEELP MEEEEEEE!!!" emanating from the foreboding nighttime woods, they soon realized they needed to add that option to the list.
Following the fearful pleas, the police soon found the lad literally shaking in his boots...as he had been confronted, cornered, and challenged by an angered wild boar protecting his herd, which the young escapee had run upon accidentally.
A word of caution: do not attend a wild boar party without an invitation.
With limited fanfare, the boars were shooed away, the runaway arrested, thus ending this rather unusual scenario.
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As you may have already gathered, my brain is always randomly firing ideas, word associations, jokes, creative solutions, whatever the flavor-of-the-moment is. And so I mused over this story and came up with a quick pun worthy of a groan:
Where in Italy do wild boar prefer to live?
Tuskany.
I guess you could stretch and say 'Boartofino' or 'Roam' (since they love to do that)...but I digress...
DATELINE: SCHWERIN, GERMANY
Oh, to be free from constraints and rules and regulations and proper behavior. When you're approximate to that legal fulcrum of 18, you are invincible. Like that scene from "Titanic" out on the ship's bow when with the arms spread wide and the wind whipping your flowing locks, you are the freest of birds.
It's a limited time offer, of course. See store and history books for details.
So this guy and a friend go steal a car...an Opel (I sure hope it was more than the Opel my sister had waaaaay back in the 70s). Being in a stolen vehicle and (I'm sure) the speed limit representing but a mere suggestion to the duo, they sped off to seek more troubles, worsened by the police taking up the cross-country pursuit.
It should come to no surprise that once a road-block was set-up the end was near. Thankfully, no one was killed when they collided into one of the squad cars; the police were able to nab the passenger quickly enough, but the adroit driver absconded into the nearby forest.
'Twas dark. T'were many, many trees. T'weren't any street lights to help the police see...and they soon lost track of the emboldened miscreant, regrouping to formulate additional search plans.
Initially, a 'rescue' plan was not on their top 10 list of possibilities...but with a faint "HEEEEELP! SOMEBODY HEEEEELP MEEEEEEE!!!" emanating from the foreboding nighttime woods, they soon realized they needed to add that option to the list.
Following the fearful pleas, the police soon found the lad literally shaking in his boots...as he had been confronted, cornered, and challenged by an angered wild boar protecting his herd, which the young escapee had run upon accidentally.
A word of caution: do not attend a wild boar party without an invitation.
With limited fanfare, the boars were shooed away, the runaway arrested, thus ending this rather unusual scenario.
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As you may have already gathered, my brain is always randomly firing ideas, word associations, jokes, creative solutions, whatever the flavor-of-the-moment is. And so I mused over this story and came up with a quick pun worthy of a groan:
Where in Italy do wild boar prefer to live?
Tuskany.
I guess you could stretch and say 'Boartofino' or 'Roam' (since they love to do that)...but I digress...
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