The note outside the mail room read “Fuzzy, Damp, Slightly Nutty.” It was either a very strange weather report or this week’s clue. (More)
First our thanks to last week’s writers:
On Monday, you shared your stories of offline political activism in Things We Did This Week, addisnana was Keeping the Corn in Christmas in Midday Matinee, and winterbanyan reported on the Results of Shrinking Arctic Ice in Our Earth.
On the weekend, we concluded our series on A Year of Media Failure with Fire Somebody … Except Us in Saturday’s Morning Feature, the resident faculty and staff celebrated The Fourth Annual Squirrelidays! in Sunday’s Morning Feature, and winterbanyan brought our weekly Eco News Roundup in Our Earth.
Note: Please share your stories of offline political activism in Things We Did This Week.
Thus note left outside the mail room by the resident faculty, as they made their way from the
wine cellar library where they spent the weekend drinking thinking on our motto of Magis vinum, magis verum (“More wine, more truth”) to the hot tub faculty lounge for their weekly game where the underwear goes flying planning conference.
“Umm, actually no,” the Squirrel texted on his Blewberry. “They’re still in the
wine cellar library.”
Chef asked what he meant, and the Squirrel eyed the pecan danish ring.
Chef scraped some stray pecans into the Squirrel’s bowl, and he began tapping away on his Blewberry:
“Actually the resident faculty are taking the week off for the holidays,” he texted.
“Nice that someone gets a week off,” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor grumbled. Then he looked at Chef. “You don’t think they’re going to….”
Chef shook her head. “Nope. There won’t be another Tijuana Incident.”
Professor of Astrology Janitor said. “But wait. If the resident faculty are taking the week off, why did they leave us a clue?”
“They didn’t,” the Squirrel texted. He puffed out his chest. “I did.”
“So it’s not a weather report?” Chef asked. “I mean, what with ‘wind events’ and ‘stormcons’ and all the other jingo they’ve come up with, I wondered what a ‘fuzzy, slightly nutty’ day would look like.”
“Actually,” the Squirrel texted, “that’s what Flora tasted when she resuscitated Ulysses.”
“Umm,” Chef said. “Huh?”
The Squirrel was nibbling a piece of pecan and finished before he went back to his Blewberry. “They’re the protagonists in a wonderful book by Kate DiCamillo titled Flora and Ulysses: The Illuminated Adventures. That’s what I’ll be discussing this week.”
“Greek myths?” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor asked.
“Not exactly,” the Squirrel texted. “Ulysses is a squirrel. But he’s a heroic squirrel. And very smart. He even writes.”
“This wouldn’t be a bit of self-promotion during the Squirrelidays, would it?” Chef asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.
The Squirrel huffed and tapped at his Blewberry. “You’re as suspicious as Flora.”
“I’m sure I’ll understand that later this week,” Chef said.
The Squirrel nodded and twitched his whiskers. “Yes, you will.”
Chef better stock up on those pecan danish rings….