Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet eating her curds and whey
Along came a spider
Sat down beside her
And little Miss Muffet picked up a shoe
And beat the little bastard to death.
What brought this one on you ask? Well Sir George loved to amuse me with fairytales and nursery rhymes when I was growing up. Little Miss Muffet was just one that came to mind this morning. I could recount the story of Little Red Riding Hood but that would take a while and my memory isn’t quite that good. To do it complete justice I would have to be able to remember it exactly as he told it. I will tell you that instead of the story ending with the wolf trying to eat Red he and Red united and rode around on the back of his hog, no not a pig but a motorcycle, with her toting a machine gun in a violin case and the two of them going of on criminal escapades. The Little Miss Muffet one is pretty close but I’m sure I don’t have it quite right but it’s close enough for you to get the idea.
Big Brother, Sir George, thank you for making my childhood far more interesting than most other kids and painting such wonderful and colorful tales when I was younger. I figured out that you are the reason why I love horror and science fiction so much. You truly did and do have a wickedly beautiful mind.
For those of you who wondered why I felt I needed to clarify what the hog was, remember this was a nursery rhyme and some might have actually thought I meant a pig. Now that I think of it though, it does make for an interesting image.
She was definitely a few pieces shy of a complete Erector Set.
"Nice equipment." said Alison.
"Don't I know it."
Would someone please make him stop excreting humanly body fluids?