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Weasel fall down, go ouch

I caught my toe in something yesterday and did a faceplant in the chicken run. The filthy, muddy chicken run. I’m not badly hurt – I biked into work this morning – but I’m sore and inclined to feel sorry for myself.

The terribly pixelated image is Willy Weasel, punching bag of the Tufty Safety Club. I’ve written about Tufty before. Willy got an icecream, so they ran over him with a car.

They ran over him at least twice in that series, but I’m sure I remember one where Willy gets hit and spins around three times in the air while the slide whistle goes woo-woo-woo.

It’s enough to give a weasel a persecution complex.


Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: November 14, 2022, 9:55 pm

Right! Willy Weasel….

Just think if his name had been Mr. Bill… Oh, nooooooo, Mr. Bill !!!!!

Comment from Pupster
Time: November 14, 2022, 10:41 pm

Ooof, yeah..any kind of sudden-down-from-up can be traumatic at this point in the life cycle. Mrs. Pupster was trying to help Boy1 with the trash and face-planted in the side yard a few weeks ago, and she has been sore and cranky ever since. The cyclist term I hear is “ate shit” instead of fall down or crash, which seems to be apropo for the chicken yard situation.

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: November 15, 2022, 10:27 am

Yikes! The worst part is feeling not just sore and bruised but OLD, right?

And chickenshit…bleh.

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