Well hells bells boys and girls, the thread is takin' a turn for the better. We got mole counters now. I was just countin' some moles the other day. Found a nest of those little critters down at the bay, in the weeds.

See, I was up in a tree watching the moon glow red and some big Minnesota buzzard lookin' thing came and landed in the tree right next to me. I don't think it knew I was there and when it saw me sittin' up there high in the sky it kinda went wacko on me and flappin' it's huge wings and the damned old buzzard lookin' thing, scared the hell out of me, knocked me right out of the tree.
I bounced off a few limbs and must have knocked my head, 'cuz I woke up layin' in the weeds and look around and I got a bunch of little mole creatures climbin' all over my body, so I think to myself, I should count them all. So I did.
17 of those little black mouse, shrew, mole lookin' things crawlin' around on me. I kinda flicked them off me as I counted, You know that middle finger against your thumb kinda flick?
Well, then I proceeded to crawl home but that's a whole other story. But the moral of the story is, "You can count your moles while laying in the weeds,without getting fucked, up in a tree, by an old buzzard."
Peace to you all from the Purveyor of Beauty and Poetess-Lariat and (mis-labeled)Knower of Diddlesquat, Rustic the Ironing Woman (I caught that Bill)