what do you see?
“Is that a pig?” asked the Muse of Many Questions.
“I think it’s an armadillo.” Urania squinted at the photo. “That bridge is in Missouri. Typist saw a live armadillo in Missouri, didn’t she?”
Calliope and Thalia shrugged.
“Either way… a river runs under it.” Thalia added. “Did you ladies enjoy the film A River Runs Through It?”
“Well… It was kinda slow moving,” said Cal. “Typist fell asleep watching it — twice! I’m glad we finished up the last fifteen minutes this morning when she was fresh. That’s where the trout met the line for me.”
“The part about how Brad Pitt’s family couldn’t save him from himself? We can’t help people who don’t want to be helped?” asked Thalia.
“People can only do the hard work of changing themselves.” Urania looked up from her book. “And… Be the change… as Gandhi said.”
“I liked the line from the boy’s father. He was a preacher. ‘We can love completely without complete understanding.’” said Calliope. “That’s the way forward.”
Pig? Armadillo? You mean the head of a beagle next to the parrot skull? (Or a Goth parrot. Hard to tell.)
We're talking about the stones on the bridge, right?
Another thought provoking BFN! Like Jack, I had to do some zooming and squinting to see what seemed an “Arkansas Razorback”. Animal; not football team… Armadillos have these tiny, out of proportion, cartoon-like ears. I once saw a mother armadillo followed by her young in a conga line fashion. It seemed to epitomize the term “munchkin” seeing the very tiny young ones tagging along.