This bit is under construction – being podcast recordings and I’m still getting the hang of what I’m doing.
Patience with me, please??
But here’s a sample – first ever podcast – made as a bit of a joke – but used anyway!!
THE RABBIT JOKE
and this was the pic I put with my written transcript –
and here is the transcript – in case you don’t speak ‘Strine!!
THE RABBIT JOKE
(re-invented from memory) by Christine Larsen
The most unlikely friends – a lizard, a camel and a rabbit – wanted to change their luck and their lives, so they bought a lottery ticket.
Against all odds, they won a prize of millions of dollars.
The one thing they’d always wanted more than anything was a decent roof over their heads. Now, all was possible.
They found a magnificent property with some acreage on a gently rounded hill, overlooking the sea and glorious sunsets.
The lizard was a brilliant designer, so with the help of a top architect, the plans were soon drawn up for a mansion.
The camel’s skills lay in the building department and a seemingly never-ending list of tradesmen to call upon. It took a few years, but finally the mansion was complete.
The rabbit was the keenest gardener ever. His digging skills were formidable, so the lizard and the camel gave him a cheerful farewell when he went to collect fertiliser to ensure all that was planted would flourish.
This took several years (uhrr… we’re not quite sure why), but finally he was back. He could hardly believe his eyes at the massive gates and long driveway leading to an ornate drive-around fountain in front of the grandest entrance to the largest and most impressive house ever – and blessed his mother for having made him always eat his carrots – otherwise he would never have believed his own eyes.
The front door soared above him and he had to hop up and down many times before he could press the doorbell mid-jump – until finally a loud echoing roll of chimes almost knocked him off his paws.
In moments the door opened and a tall and immaculately dressed butler was looking down at him in the most imperious fashion.
“Y-E-S-S-S?” he said, in a voice that was designed to deter any hopeful hawkers , dastardly debt collectors, divorce-paper-servers – or any religious-types, too.
“Is the camel here?” The rabbit didn’t mean his voice to sound squeaky… it just kind of came out that way.
“Mr. Cam-EL is down by the well,” the butler said, looking down his nose at the rabbit most condescendingly.
“Ohh! And the lizard?”
“Mr. Liz-ARD is down in the yard,” and it was clear the butler wanted to close the door again.
The rabbit was getting more than a little aggro about the uppity tone – even the fact of there being a butler was a hard pill to swallow, so… adopting the same grand manner, he drew himself up to his fullest possible height (that wasn’t much higher than the seat of a chair, although his long ears helped) and said,
“Tell them Mr. Rab-BIT is back with the… … … … MANURE!