The Ryno Pen

Nope, not that Matrix thing. Not psychotropic medication. I’ve borrowed Herself’s graphics tablet. Our new neighbours inspired me…

The current inhabitants of Chavistan had been relatively quiet for a few weeks, with only the regular predations of Gingernuts¹ to be of any concern.

Last night, to celebrate the first Saturday after Wayne’s welfare cheque, or something similar, the Chavistanis held The Festival Which Is Doof-Doof. It wasn’t bone-shakingly loud, but wake-up-every-twenty-minutes-going-WTF loud. The only REM in our place was in the CD rack, I tells ya.

But I digress, as is my wont^©. The house between Chavistan and The Angry Budgie has been vacant for some time. This all changed yesterday. I don’t know if the incomers are foreclosure bait new owners or tenants, but I do know that 40ish Mum and adult daughter (I’m guessing) like to stand outside their back door, smoking, and AAARKing at each other like Aussie crows, early in the morning.

It was setting the dog off and waking Herself, so I decided I’d listen to the news. (For both my foreign readers: our ABC is like British BBC, American PBS, Canadian CBC and so on… all reasonably-educated accents, fact-delivery and cuts to opinions from academics and other People Who Got Some Book-Larnin’.) The radio wasn’t very loud, but it seems to carry almost as well as the ratchetty squawks of the smoking ladies.

And, guess what: as Private Jones would say… “They don’t like it up ‘em, sir!”

Tests have indicated that Chavistanis, Smoking Crow Girls and the Angry Budgie can all be gently moved back out of earshot with audible-but-not-loud Public Radio. Ah, our taxes at work!

I have a theory, which the following piece of visual crud will serve to illustrate. Please pardon the quality, as it’s my first time with the graphics tablet.

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Oh Noes! It Are Footnotes Teim!

¹ Imagine a sleek ginger kitty, like Puss In Boots from Shrek II. Add a scrotum that appears to be carrying golfballs, a tendency to sign all vertical surfaces with a piddly flourish, and an appetite for lorikeets, rosellas and all the nicer birds that visit our area. Stir vigorously and remove any idea of territorial boundaries.

We hates it, and Constance Woodle gets a treat every time she chases it away. Miss Kitty, for her part, is not averse to fetching aforesaid Wonder Dog as backup when the occasion demands. Never underestimate Psychic Pets Network!

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