Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Murder at Morrison's Potatoe and Lifestock Farm


Murder at Morrison’s Potatoe and Lifestock Farm

By Garwyn Linnell
(Please note the spelling mistake is intentional)  


It was a hot day over at Morrison’s Potatoe and Lifestock Farm and intrigue was in the air. The Duck as always, was walking around the farmyard while whistling his favorite song and smoking his long pipe, a gift from his good friend Bill The Cow. At the pond there was a commotion, a flock of chickens frantically waving and screaming at each other. No regular scuffle, The Duck waddled across the hay littered mud to see at once what was going on. A brutal scene! the hens, to one side, squawking at a pile of flesh and bones, a mound of pink pork.  


When he reached the bank of the pond he saw his dear friend Piggie, or what was left of her, all neatly sliced into pork cutlets.

“What ho!” said The Duck
“A terrible calamity!”  said The Chicken
“Murder! Murder!” said his friend, the other chicken
“What?” said The Duck, who happened to be a detective.
“MURDER!” replied the chicken “and no one knows who killed them”
“What, wait, who was the murderer?!” asked the duck.
“You’ll never know! Ahahaha!” said the other chicken, or what appeared to be the chicken, who vanished in a puff of black smoke.



The Duck, in search for a lead on the case, went straight to The Constable, a gray Labrador by the name of Smokey, who had what seemed to be the chicken in custody, and was questioning him.

“Citizen Chicken”, declared Smokey, “so you confess to the crime!”
“No! I am innocent”, declared the chicken, evidently in a state of flux.
“I am innocent!” cried the chicken a second time, while the duck observed with a critical eye all that was present. He noticed that this chicken was the same chicken who, moments ago, vanished with a cloud of smoke before his very eyes!
“Wait!” said The Detective Duck, “This chicken was the murderer?”
“Yes! This chicken cold bloodedly butchered the sow and her babies in their pen, the dastardly villain.” spat constable Smokey with disgust, “Citizen Chicken!” he said enumerated once more with force, “you will stand for murder and the intended oral consumption of Citizen Piggie and her children. Your evil deeds will not go unanswered.”
“A terrible crime if you committed it, Chicken”, echoed the duck, “now tell me, what was the meaning of that strange behavior, moments ago, before you were apprehended?”
“What behavior?” he replied, “What do you mean by strange behavior? I was roosting in my nest, and suddenly these thugs took me and dragged me here for nooooo reason!!”
“That is strange Citizen Chicken”, The Duck said, “if I am not mistaken, moments ago you were at the pond, with me! Explain to me what happened!”
“It was not I!” Said the chicken, “I am innocent!”
“What proof do you have that this chicken was the killer, Constable?” Asked The Duck.
“Well...Uh... I dunnuh. He was just there so I picked him up”, replied Smokey.

           Seeing that he would get nowhere, the duck left The Constable’s shed, to look for some hard evidence. Before, the duck left the constable's shed; Smokey gave the duck an ominous smile “Good luck Detective Duck”

“Well, uh, thanks Smokey...” The Duck answered in a rather confused way and left The Constable’s shed.  

“Hmm”, said The Duck, “a strange turn of events”. As he neared the pond, he noticed something strange about the footprints.
“Aha!” Said the duck, as he took out his trusty magnifying glass”, these are not the footprints of a chicken, but of a cow”, intoned the duck.

“Yes they are my footprints”, boomed a voice behind him, The Duck jumped forward several feet and drew his trusty semi automatic pistol, locked and loaded, ready to shoot. The Duck saw only Bill The Cow his long time friend and immediately relaxed. Upon seeing his old friend, The Duck couldn’t help but remember fondly the times serving in the Animal Militia Corps with Bill over-lake on Bob’s Cattle Ranch and smile.


“Bill! You surprised me”, said the duck, startled. I am investigating the murder of our friend Piggie, tell me what you know about the murder he said. It hurt The Duck deeply to think that his comrade could possibly be the murderer but in this business, one must separate all inner feelings from the job.
“Hmm… there are no footprints here but those of chickens and myself, I too have been wondering, there is something highly suspicious about the recent events.”
“Yes, indeed.” replied the duck who couldn’t help but wonder if Bill’s forwardness was a means of elaborate cover.
“Now, our friend Piggie did not scream when she was reduced to her current observable state.” reasoned The Cow, ”it must be concluded therefore that the murderer was someone in confidence, someone she trusted!”
“Yes! Said The Duck, “it must be concluded.”
“And seeing that the only footprints leading to and leaving from the crime scene are chicken, duck and cow prints, it must be concluded that among these was the perpetrator of our crime.”
“Yes!” said The Duck, “I must concur.”
“As we know it was neither you nor I”, said the cow, the duck shot him another glance of suspicion, the cow continued, “the murderer must be one of the chickens”
“I believe so”, said the duck, believing him less and less
“Lets go to the chicken pen to see what the other hens have to say, they’re always clucking about.”


As Bill and The Duck walked into the Chicken Barn, a heated dispute had broken out among the chickens, for there had been a Halloween party the night before, and suspicion over the neutrality of the judges during the costume contest.
“Bok bok bok bok!” said several chickens on the right side of the barn.
“Bok bok bok boooook!” retorted the chickens seated directly opposed to them.
“Eliza’s costume was better!” cried a chicken on the left, “Judge Goose!” “Bought and Sold”  “Yes! Yes!”  Cried all the chickens on the left.
“No! No!” screamed the chickens on the right, “Bessie’s costume was the best by far!” The chickens were growing hysterical and threatened mob violence if something wasn’t done. Luckily, cooler heads prevailed.
“Chill your beans”, said Bill The Cow, with a suave of which was only possible in cologne ads and James Bond films.
Immediately all the chickens settled, cowed by the presence of a cow with such command and self-assurance.
“Well ladies”, tut tutted the cow “, our friend Piggie has been murdered, and you are debating the merits of your outfits?”
“Taste”, chimed in the duck, “Is relative” always ready to share the fruits of his intellectual labour.
“We were all mighty jealous of Piggie’s dashing outfit at the party last night! She looked stunnin’. All of us hens wished we could have been a looker like her at the party.”, blurted one of the chickens.
“Bok Bok BOK!”
“Ladies, ladies”, said the cow again, in an unbearably sleazy tone, but continued in a serious manner. “We want to know, did anyone leave behind this bacon making manual behind?” said the cow, while producing a hefty volume of agricultural manufacturing treatise on pork production.
“NO” said each of the chickens in turn. “Don’t eat bacon, eat bugs!” said one particular chicken.
“Yes, well, just wondering”, said The Cow.
~~

The day grew long but the investigation was still inconclusive.

“We must bring our findings to The Constable”, thought The Duck.
“You’re right”, answered Bill The Cow, “perhaps he has some new information”.


As the pair walked towards The Constable’s shed, the duck pondered all that he had learnt that day. As he lit his pipe, his consternation grew; surely it was not Bill, for some evidence must have appeared by now, his performance would had to have been too perfect. But where did he get that manual? And a motive? Could the chickens have been so jealous as to kill over a costume contest? Detective duck was unsure of his reasoning, but there was something else - why were the remains prepared in such a way to be eaten?


The constable opened the door; behind the bars were several chickens, evidently held for questioning. “Well my compadres, it seems our case is closed, all these chickens have testified, albeit some discrepancies in their stories, but we’ll hammer those chinks out in no time for sure!”

“Good Work Constable Smokey,” said the duck wearily, the hard investigative work had taken its toll on him, and he was ready to call it a day. “We found this” said Bill, handing over the hefty volume of bacon making lore.

“Ah, this uh... vile piece of literature... um, where did you find it?”
“By the crime scene!” said Bill proudly, “The criminal must have left it behind!”
“Well uh… it must be impounded as evidence!” said Smokey, chucking the book nonchalantly into a box labeled ‘ye old box of secrets’ which contained among other things, a large but very convincing chicken costume and a quart of vegetable oil.
“Rightly so.” said the duck,
“Well, a days work well done” Bill said, as he started to make his exit.” However, a growing discomfort was weighing on Bill’s mind, he dismissed it, chalking it up to the fatigue and the heat of the day, “well shall we?”
As the pair prepared to leave the shed, a curious smell made itself apparent to Bill, one that he had not known for some time since the days of Farmer Jim’s cruel reign.
“Could it be?” thought Bill, suddenly, and as he turned around a malicious smile once again appeared on Smokey’s face. The smell of fried chicken suddenly engulfed the room.
“Detective Duck!” cried bill, but it was too late.


Now my dear reader you must understand that dogs are very fast, but not very large, and as they are faster than ducks, but smaller than a cow, a duck, however armed with .22 semi automatic pistol, has webbed feet, and as you can imagine, it is difficult to aim and fire one of these things without independent digits whilst standing on one foot.

And so, Detective Duck fired, and missed, and this was not enough to stall the at once surprising and vicious onslaught by a hungry and vicious dog, we will let you imagine the rest. We can inform you, however, that Bill escaped (barely) and fled back to the cattle ranch where he spent the rest of his unhappy days grazing and bitter about the plight of his old friend.


Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Journal Entry #3- Bored


Journal Entry #2- Ode to Pong


Journal Entry #1- Life of Poon-


Life of Poon

**** Poon: the infamous outspoken free-living bachelor who struts the halls of Lord Byng with breathtaking style and manliness. Even if it may appear that **** is a demi-god sent from the heavens to grace us with his presence, he is human. So, what goes on behind the scenes in the “Life of Poon” you might as? Well I have the answers you have all been waiting for. For those who are not familiar with **** Poon he is:

Male
Single
In grade 12
17 years old
5”6’
Has black hair
Has dark brown eyes.
Is born October 19th, 1995
Born in Vancouver and is of Chinese descent

In a few moments you will read an extensive 20 question interview that uncovers the inside **** Poon’s life:
1.     What are your thoughts on The Hobbit?

A: I didn’t watch it yet but I think that it’s gonna be really awesome because it’s directed by the same guy as Lord of the Rings. I might re-watch all of the Lord of the Rings movies before hand to become immersed.

2.     Where do you buy your clothes? They are fantastic by the way.

A: I go to H&M, GAP, Hollister, Abercombre, etc…

3.     Where do you get your hair cut?

A: Some Asian parlor. Doesn’t have an English name.

4.     Do you exercise? How often? What exercises do you do?

A: Yes, when I have time. I go and run a bit and lift weights and I eat a lot after cuz I get hungry. I dunno, I go on like Monday, Wednesday, Friday and run every other day but not recently cuz I’ve been pretty busy.


5.     What is your GPA?
80 something.

6.     What are you hobbies?

A: Watching TV, Breaking Bad, work out, running, swimming, long walks on the beach, making food, Food Network…

7.     Which historical figure do you most relate to and why?

A: George Washington because he is a great leader.

8.     Where are you applying to for University? What is your first choice?

A: UBC, SFU, Concordia (maybe). UBC is my first choice.

9.     When will you start your modeling career?

A: When I have time… when I have time…

10. If you could be an animal which would you be? Besides a grizzly bear of course because that is already obvious.

A: Rhino because I won’t get hurt and life would be pretty simple. Eating grass, lying around…

11. If you were born in 1910, what would your name be?

A: Baxter Stern

12. If you had three wishes, what would they be and in what order?

1.     Height, I wanna be taller.
2.     I don’t actually want money. I think I’d wish that I could be smarter because that would be better
3.     Just to be a healthy man. I am not that materialistic but yeah, having a healthy body and I am fine.

13. If you weren’t a model, what would you be? Besides non-existent of course.

A: If not a model I’m probably gonna be a graphic designer, I actually enjoy doing that stuff or a biologist, working with animals or on viruses. Microbiology…

14. If you were a girl, which boy would you ask to prom? (Besides yourself).

A: Sherman Chow.

15. How do you like your steak?

A: Medium rare or else it’s too tough to cut and terrible.

16. How do you smell so fresh everyday?

A: I dunno, I shower at home.

17. Are you an advocate of world peace? Explain.

A: I believe in harmony, Buddhism, what comes around goes around. So…yeah. But it balances out so peace never lasts forever.

18. If you found a squirrel with a broken leg in the middle of the road with oncoming traffic approaching it, what would you do?

A :I’d probably save it if it were not too far away. How hard could it be right?

19. Have you read the Life of Pi? If yes, how does it NOT parallel to your own life?

A: Actually, I’ve never read it. I was going to watch the movie with Willis but we never went.
20. On a scale of 1-10, how similar is your life to Slumdog Millionaire? Don’t be too modest.

A: I think 5 because a lot of that stuff he did was really hard and I couldn’t do it. The determination aspect of the movie I get though.

21. And finally, do you have a date to prom?
A: No I don’t have a date yet so…

Note: The “****” are to protect the identity of Poon

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Photosynthesis: the process used by plants and other organisms to convert the light energy captured from the sun into chemical energy that can be used to fuel the organism's activities. This process is occurring right now, by this once vast network of life and organisms. The spring sun bringing this natural metropolis back to its full life. Nature’s cycle of life-death-rebirth almost complete. Another year. 

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What lives on these branches? At this time, I think nothing. The branches have taken winter’s toll. Almost all life has been eradicated from these mighty branches, which are now an almost barren wasteland. Only a few forms of life remain: the majestic leaves, which have just started to grow, hold a thousand colonies of life. It is cold, but it will be warmer. They just have to wait out the last of the rainy months. I hope they have umbrellas.