Attention: TDR Forum Junkies 
It's my turn.
A man, Frankie Bronzetti, was lost in thought walking along the beach at his favorite lake in northwest Oregon. He was thinking how lucky he'd been all his life. In his 32 years, he'd had no shortage of ailments: all the usual childhood diseases, broken bones, several bouts with cancer, pneumonia more times than he could remember, and others, large and small. One time, a semi-trailer tipped over and crushed his car; leaving him near death. But no matter what got him down, he always fully recovered. Even his near fatal accident left no scars.
Suddenly Frankie was jarred from his reverie by the most wonderful poetry he had ever heard. He looked around to see who was reciting it and, to his utter surprise and amazement, found that a sea bird was the source. The rhyme and meter from the bird were absolutely beautiful. He walked over and listened a while, enraptured. Then as he started to leave, he gently placed the bird onto his shoulder; it continued with its poems. The man figured that if the bird wanted to go with him, he'd glady take it.
He returned to his car, cleaned the sand off his shoes and was about to get in and drive home when the feds arrested him for interfering with wildlife - to-wit, taming a sea bird. Frankie insisted the bird had accompanied him on its own and was reciting exquisite poetry, but the bird had actually stopped speaking just as the feds showed up, and never spoke after that.
At his arraignment, Frankie insisted that the bird would not leave his shoulder and was speaking in rhyme and meter. The judge, ever the skeptic, ordered him to undergo a thirty-day phychiatric evaluation. So, at the loony bin, Frankie told the doctors his life story, time and again. The doctors verified his health claims, but didn't know what to make of his fabulous tale of the rhyming sea bird.
Alas, the day before he was to be released, Frankie caught a cold and died that night. In the mandatory hearing the next day, the chief psychiatrist at the hospital testified to Frankie's amazing resistance to every malady and ailment that had ever afflicted him, except for that last cold, which killed him.
When the judge asked what was different this time, the doctor replied, "We don't know why he expired. It seems he took a tern for the verse. "
A man, Frankie Bronzetti, was lost in thought walking along the beach at his favorite lake in northwest Oregon. He was thinking how lucky he'd been all his life. In his 32 years, he'd had no shortage of ailments: all the usual childhood diseases, broken bones, several bouts with cancer, pneumonia more times than he could remember, and others, large and small. One time, a semi-trailer tipped over and crushed his car; leaving him near death. But no matter what got him down, he always fully recovered. Even his near fatal accident left no scars.
Suddenly Frankie was jarred from his reverie by the most wonderful poetry he had ever heard. He looked around to see who was reciting it and, to his utter surprise and amazement, found that a sea bird was the source. The rhyme and meter from the bird were absolutely beautiful. He walked over and listened a while, enraptured. Then as he started to leave, he gently placed the bird onto his shoulder; it continued with its poems. The man figured that if the bird wanted to go with him, he'd glady take it.
He returned to his car, cleaned the sand off his shoes and was about to get in and drive home when the feds arrested him for interfering with wildlife - to-wit, taming a sea bird. Frankie insisted the bird had accompanied him on its own and was reciting exquisite poetry, but the bird had actually stopped speaking just as the feds showed up, and never spoke after that.
At his arraignment, Frankie insisted that the bird would not leave his shoulder and was speaking in rhyme and meter. The judge, ever the skeptic, ordered him to undergo a thirty-day phychiatric evaluation. So, at the loony bin, Frankie told the doctors his life story, time and again. The doctors verified his health claims, but didn't know what to make of his fabulous tale of the rhyming sea bird.
Alas, the day before he was to be released, Frankie caught a cold and died that night. In the mandatory hearing the next day, the chief psychiatrist at the hospital testified to Frankie's amazing resistance to every malady and ailment that had ever afflicted him, except for that last cold, which killed him.
When the judge asked what was different this time, the doctor replied, "We don't know why he expired. It seems he took a tern for the verse. "
