The Park, Wednesday afternoon

[superartie]

Artie was out and about in the park with a butterfly net.

This might have something to do with those foul freaky feathered fiends, the ducks.

It also might have something to do with the fact that Mortimer, his buggy companion, is nowhere in sight.

It's Artie. Who knows, really?

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[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude would be singing along if he knew the words. But he didn't. He was, however, paddling in time.

This was kinda cool.

He should tell Jen. Maybe she could get grass-travelling canoes in at the Penalty Box.

[superartie]

Puerto Rico, Columbia,
Venezuela,
Honduras, Guyana, and still;
Guatemala, Bolivia,
then Argentina,
and Ecuador, Chile, Brazil.

Costa Rica, Belize,
Nicaragua, Bermuda,
Bahamas, Tobago, San Juan;
Paraguay, Uruguay,
Suriname, and
French Guiana, Barbados, and Guam.

Artie steered the canoe to the right and off the grass, onto the asphault of the road by the park.

Probably just wanted to give his new friend the full land canoe experience.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Whoa, dude," Jude said as the ride got bumpier. "Awwwwwwwwwwwesome."

Yep, definitely talking to Jen. He wondered how land canoes did on tile.

[superartie]

Norway, and Sweden,
and Iceland, and Finland,
and Germany now one piece;
Switzerland, Austria,
Czechoslovakia,
Italy, Turkey, and Greece.

Artie opened his mouth to continue, but seemed to have forgotten the words as he started singing something a bit stranger.

Portland in gamia,
Scotchguard, insania,
Catch all them all if you can. . . .

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude didn't know the right words anyway. He was, however, humming along to the tune as he paddled, a blissful, zen-like expression on his face. Let nothing harsh this boy's mellow.