Caterpillar Clancy

Dad, look at these tracks! What kind are they?

 

"Well, they're often referred to as caterpillar tracks-"

 

AHHHH! It's Mothra and her kids! Next it'll be Godzilla himself!

 

"...Clancy...ahem, yessir, the last time we saw the likes of these, they were mulching up acres of the Mer Bleue Bog."

 

Can we go home now?-Or at least double back to pick up some bug spray-and a shotgun?

 

"It's the NCC that sends them."

 

NCC? What's that, like, the CIA or something? Is this the new Area 51?

 

"Ya, those things devoured acres and acres of reeds and bush the last time they rolled in around here. Poor rabbits probably died by the hundreds. Who knows what other critters got made into mincemeat by their grinders."

 

(Gulp) Flesh eaters?-Well, it's been fun but I really must be going home-as fast as possible.

 

"Clancy, these caterpillar tracks were made by a machine sent by the National Capital Commission, probably to clear access to the hydro corridor like before."

 

No Mothra?

 

"No."

 

...You enjoyed that, didn't you?

 

"Yes."

 

Let's keep on, then, and forget the whole thing. You're so lucky we're best friends.

 

"Don't I know it."

 

...Hey, Dad, look, what's that big hazy ring around the sun?

 

"Oh my God, it's a sundog!"

 

Cut it out, can't ya?!

 

 

(Our 500th photo of my timeline!)

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Prescott-Russell Trail, Ottawa, Ontario

 

500 Clancy 9yrs 9wk

 

Clancy's YEARBOOK 10: www.flickr.com/photos/130722340@N04/albums/72157720201164845

Done