Another summer day in the desert. Everyone in my town likes a front porch. Since we don’t believe in building inspectors here, everyone builds his own. Peristent inspectors will find themselves spending twelve hours a day drilling small holes in rock in order to test the temperature of out hot springs. Word has it, they’re not even warm. We figure we’ll fill our springs with the hot water we bring back from outer space.
Our SpacePort is almost ready to go!
Long ago, a cow died here. Cattle ranchers shot the coyotes before they could eat their kill. Better to die as an animal among animals than to be slaughtered as a side of beef. Last week, wolves were spotted on the hills directly overlooking the town.
Run, little brothers, run and run. There are rabbits in the next valley.
The City Council was released from the County Jail yesterday evening. We gave it plenty of cake. The entire Council had all been voted back into office earlier that day. Now, the town is sending them all on a fact-finding mission to Denmark. Why? Oh, we just feel it’s about time someone checked up on the Danes.
We ended the day with a demonstration against justice and unity. They are both too noisy, and seem to involve building inspectors and rice cakes, as well as too much walking around. The city council suggested “Man why don’t we save ourselves all that aggravation and just have a revolution?”
We settled on an uprising/skirmish, picked sides and scheduled it for Wednesday.
By midnight, the city council was in jail again.
It leaves for Denmark on Saturday