The resident faculty left a wrapped box outside the mail room again this week. Inside it was another wrapped box. The staff think it was a 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 and Linda Lee remembered The Christmas Bazaar in Midday Matinee.
On Tuesday, the Squirrel ranted that Sony Demands Privacy. Really. in Morning Feature and readers helped tell Tuesday’s Tale: Little Plow and the Christmas Tree in Midday Matinee.
On Friday, a server outage cancelled Morning Feature and triciawyse shared Friedai Critters in Midday Matinee.
On the weekend, the resident faculty concluded their series on The Reason for the Season with The However Many Days of Whatevermas in Saturday’s Morning Feature, the Squirrel was Holidazed? in Sunday’s Morning Feature, and Winter B 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 we return to the wrapped gift left outside the mail room as the resident faculty 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.
“Didn’t we do this last week?” Chef asked as she brought out the decoder ring:
The Squirrel shook his head and tapped at his Blewberry. “Nope. There are no nuts inside this package.”
“And it’s not addressed to anyone in particular,” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor added. “Maybe I should open it?”
“Sure,” Chef said as she scraped stray pecans into the Squirrel’s bowl.
Professor of Astrology Janitor said. “Another wrapped box.”
“Is that one addressed?” the Squirrel texted on his Blewberry.
Professor of Astrology Janitor shook his head.
“Well, keep opening then,” Chef said.
Professor of Astrology Janitor shrugged and opened the smaller box. Inside was … another box.
Chef grinned. “I’ve seen this gag before. It’s like those Russian dolls. One inside another inside another. I’ll bet a macadamia the smallest box is empty.”
The Squirrel tapped at his Blewberry. “I shouldn’t, but I’ll take that bet.”
They shook hands, well, hand and paw, and the
Professor of Astrology Janitor continued. “Another box. And another box. And another box. Wait, this one rattles.”
The Squirrel looked at Chef and held out his paw. Chef shook her head. “It may be just another box rattling in there.”
The Squirrel nodded and watched as the
Professor of Astrology Janitor opened the next box. A tiny spring fell out.
“Looks like it’s from a pen,” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor said.
“I bet it was supposed to pop out but it tipped over while they were wrapping,” Chef said as she handed the Squirrel a macadamia.
“Like a jack in the box,” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor agreed.
They looked at the Squirrel. He set the macadamia aside and tapped at his Blewberry. “That would have been a surprise, like the resident faculty’s topics this week.”
“I doubt we’ll be too surprised,” Chef said. “It’s Christmas week, after all.”
Professor of Astrology Janitor looked up. “Maybe the spring wasn’t supposed to pop out when we opened the last box. Maybe it was a Not A Surprise.”
Chef chuckled. “You’re giving the resident faculty way too much credit.”