9.12.2009

I Returneth!

Greetings Lobolians

Many a moon has come and gone and been howled at, and yet this blog has gone wistfully silent. For that, you have my deepest apologies.

Much entered my life with each new moon, and this blog unfortunately failed to keep up with the tides that rushed through those months, silencing it as it had never before been silenced. If all goes as I hope that it does, such will not happen again, for I will do all I can to make this a weekly endevour, just as it once was.

To help this, I shall create now weekly topics to cover. Each month we shall meet the little boy by the campfire. He is older than when we first met the charming young child, for as you all aged around me, he aged too. Therefore, it is only fitting that you be reintroduced during one of these posts.

Also, I think its time we introduced somebody else. Some of you may remembered Vera from long, long ago, when she and Albert came to visit this blog, and discuss, they too will be coming back. At some point in the future, they may meet the boy, and none will forget the experience.

In addition, of course, we have the regular rants, the quiet chats, and the eternal musings of a Roman Wolf.

So thank you for returning.

Roman Wolf

4.13.2009

A Westing Rabbit

Wow, tis been awhile, hasn't it, my Lobolians? But nevermind, nevermind, I am posting again.

Its almost spring, I have written this for three years, and now once again we celebrated the festival of rebirth known in some circles as Easter. But that is beside the point, because it is past. However, I did recieve this e-mail today, which i think i will share because its rather humorous.::

A lady opened her refrigerator and saw a rabbit sitting on one of the shelves.

"What are you doing in there?"

She asked.

The rabbit replied:

"This is a Westinghouse, isn't it?",
To which the lady replied

"Yes."

"Well," the rabbit said, "I'm westing." ::

Whatever westing is supposed to mean is beyond me, but for her sake I hope it is not the act of finding a rabbit of the opposite sex, and producing baby rabbits.

Lobolius, The Roman Wolf

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Long ago a wolf did howl in the day, as a river flowed and the ocean called. But the wolf lay down by another shore, and then became a tree.