The Story Begins

Thanks for joining me as we relive a golden era of storytelling from the early years of the Atomic Age.

I never was any good at this. — Ponyard Kipling

Why me?

A possum

“Oh please, oh please, stop. Just stop.” Possum muttered under his breath as his wife insisted on speaking to the manager. “Oh please, don’t anger the bear.”

Yard Details

“You know, I’ve never actually done this sort of thing before,” Satin Angora professed as he pulled on his brand new work gloves. “Raking the leaves, you say? Well, how difficult could that be? I mean, there they are and we’re here with this rake thing. Funny rake, I always thought that meant something else entirely. Never associated it with work.”