M Database Inspector (cheetah)
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|Fri, Apr 18 2008||200||Migration||
He was exchanging letters with the swiss ant expert
about this ant, that is just like the British ant, but not exactly.
What does that mean?
Could the british ant in ancient times somehow have migrated
to England, and later evolved there to become slightly different?
During those times, most mail with Europe was carried by pigeons.
So fascinated was he with exchanging science ideas,
that he started hanging out with the postal servicemen.
The pigeon growers.
He even raised pigeons for six years just to see
if he can produce a pigeon with a red tail.
But the letter from the swiss ant scientist is long overdue.
So he walks over to the local post office and demands:
Where is my pigeon?
Uhm, well, we've been having some problems with that lately.
Along the coast there are hawks waiting for the exausted pigeons.
Your pigeon may have been someone's dinner.
Furiously, he walks over to the beech,
endlessly searching for his pigeon.
With the eyes of the scientist that he is,
he spots their wedding ring in a regurgitated pellet of a hawk.
All that is left of his pigeon are some seeds she picked
up for the trip and never managed to digest.
So he takes the seeds, and lets them germinate,
and he sees the most beautiful flowers -
which he knows well from his back yard.
So that is how they migrated to England!
|Mon, Oct 01 2007||170||Darwin and Mendel||
One can not stop death, he said,
there is just too much of it going on.
On the contrary, says the other.
We are human.
We can grow as many peas as we like.
As long as we remember each is like our own single child -
they will all survive.
|Tue, Sep 11 2007||150||Mottar Ha Addam||
Say dad, how is man better than animals?
Maybe when you're a bit older we can talk about this.
But do animals also read about us in their encyclopedias?
|Tue, Aug 14 2007||500||A Stoned Hunter from Old Times||
He first stood there, to the side of this Mammoth,
and took aim at the deer.
That sounded like a good shot,
I think my dear is dead if I didn't miss him completely.
Then he saw the deer running towards him and
jumped into the skeleton for a safer shooting position.
The sound felt like the best joint he ever had.
He immediately became euphoric
and went home to invent music with his new arch.