The Troobles exist…
Inoculated on January 30, 2005.
I still search amongst the heavens for signs of the Englebee Troobles. I am quite sure they exist. They seem to be as elusive as the Kimdangian emu, however. I ate a pie as I watched another floating pi (this one wingless) thrust its way by me, on its way to Zeta Orionis. But no signs of the Troobles, for which I searched.
A quasar is a nice place to hide your valuables. Or a pulsar. They have many little nooks and crannies into which you can put stuff: Cups, pans, drawers, drawings, bottles, computers, elephants, and a single paperclip or a can of nitrous oxide. I searched for the Englebee Troobles here. No such luck.
I spend most of Friday hanging by my foot from the tip of a planetoid, singing in French and Hindi. No Englebee Troobles came by, and the screaming stars chirped and spat out another round of oscillating salt shakers.
The Troobles exist. The Troobles exist… I am going insane, but they exist!