The Care And Feeding Of CritterMonsters Chapter 4

Sundays Fun Day

Demonic possession is nothing to joke about. It is not funny.

Well, maybe sometimes, when it happens to someone that annoyed you it is.

Still. It isn't polite to laugh.

It is not like the time you found your friends sister's , personal massager and rigged it with a Taser.

Or when you volunteered to pay for your ex girlfriends boob job after the break up. Okay paying extra for the Venezuelan plastic surgeon to slip in the squeakey toy squeakers, and the blue tooth LED lights was original.

Still don't see why she was mad.

Pretty sure her new Bob will love em!

No, Demonic possession is not funny.

Most times.

Still, Bobbi Lee had to make the voodoo hoodoo doll of ole miss Dykme out of a pickle a jelly donut and a worn out sock. Original maybe, weird definitely.

No one could have foreseen a horde of highly excited Leprechauns and that mass of possessed oozing quivering strawberry jello. Bobbi Lee did save the day by donating the Jello to the Nunnery. That was inspired. It is not Bobbi Lee's fault the nuns all got possessed by various foul mouthed satanic comedian spirits.

Or , that a demonic possessed jelly donut would possess old miss Dykme. At least she isn't being destructive , just laying there quietly covered in powdered sugar screaming eat me. The pickle. Oh Great Tennessee titty knocker dirt roads , that was sheer evil.

A lust demon manifesting in a jive talking pickle. Of course Ellwood had to hide it in the pickle barrel at the general store in Knoxville. Who knew it could infect all the pickles in the barrel then all those Yankee tourists driving through and gassing up at the pump n go! Here's a hint, if locals don't shop there, you shouldn't either. If locals don't eat the thing, you probably shouldn't either. If a pickle barrel in the country store is full and talking to you, you can be sure eating one of those pickles is going to go in places ways and means you never intended.

Still of it all the Leprechauns were the worst. It's a good thing that episode of oh what the bloody hell is next went down in a whole nother state. Dalonegha Georgia used to have a working gold mine. Used to have. And the chaos at the pride parade. Drunken conservative leprechauns and all those rainbows everywhere. Slapping a Three foot tall leprechaun is a bad plan. Even if he did loudly announce, " Gee, your hair smells terrific!"

We will not be discussing the haunted sock escapades either. Some things just ain't proper to share and some places socks should never be, invited or not!

There are days that just fly by, feeling like just minutes passed.

Then there are those days that feel like a month of sundays.

Luckily, the Nunnery don't wanna admit what happened, and the folks in Dalonegha are convinced Irish tourists or a bad batch of lucky charms was behind their excitement. Old miss Dykme ain't got no family hereabouts and nobody liked her anyway so ain't no one gonna miss her.

Still don't know what to do about that sock on the loose.

Just another Sunday at the CritterMonsters Rescue Ranch.

Y’All have a great day now and bless your hearts!