This Just In from The 65th Crayon:“I turned twenty shades of vermillion when I realized that spelunking wasn’t lugging large words around at spelling bees.” admitted The 65th Crayon returning from Austin, Texas.
“I met some characters at the Digg party for Mr. Potato Head. We’ve been hanging out together. They invited me to go spelunking in Austin. What do I know? I’m a fairly young crayon. After the Pink Bunny fiasco and the kid going mute on the milk story, I thought a nice tame story was just what I needed.” He blushed scarlet along the top of his wrapper.
“Everyone was going to Austin,” our red-violet reporter explained. “It sounded fun. The Blues—Periwinkle and Cornflower—were playing on 6th Street, and we’d be rafting on Barton Creek. When they talked bats, I thought ball. I feel so stupid.” Our crayon said, shaking his pointy head.
Austin is known for the bats that live under the Congress Avenue Bridge from March to October. It’s the heart of Texas Hill Country and the home of the Texas Speleological Association, the society for recreational caving.
“Over 1.5 million bats live under that bridge,” The 65th informed us. “Bats use ultrasound, roughly 100,000 hertz, to navigate when they fly,” he went on. “Most people can’t hear above 20,000 hertz. But CRAYONS can, and it HURTS!” said our fiery reporter.
“People gathered just before dark to watch the bats fly out. I’d almost pop my point. It was like Blue Man Group meets Hanson, while the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sings Neil Diamond doing Petula Clark. You can bet I didn’t go spelunking,” The 65th Crayon stated for the record. “I jumped a plane and colored myself out of there.”
“We’re all in this cave together,” said the web site of the Texas Speleological Association when consulted.
“That crayon fellow was a little batty,” Willie Nelson was said to have remarked from his home outside of Austin.
Now rested and recovered to his usual violet color, our favorite crayon had only these words, “I will never take a trip without consulting a dictionary!”
—me strauss Letting me be
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6 comments:
Every time I think I might be supposed to be a writer, the sheer glory of your imagination and creativity makes me crawl back under my rock.
Another brilliant post :-)
Oh stop that, Cheryl,
All the imagination in the world doesn't make a writer.
I love your posts. I'm going to have to give you a good talking to.
smiles,
Liz
That crayon is quite a reporter. I do sometimes wonder how you manage to decipher everything scrawled hurriedly in violet crayon, however.
A shame really that he was driven batty by his experiences in Austin. He has such a cavernous imagination. But at least he hasn't gone underground and his voice will echo through the vaults of the blogosphere again.
Another excellent article! :)
Thank you, Gone.
The 65th Crayon was really quite shaken by his trip to Austin. He's doing much better now that he's had a few days to rest.
I'll make sure your great praise gets to him. He will be most honored to have such words come from a writer of your stature.
smiles,
Liz
I love crayons. :o)
Hi Easy,
We have plenty of crayons around here. Just look around. We're coloring crazy.
smiles,
Liz.
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