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September 23, 2008 |
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My Sister's Stage
FOUND by Sarah
in West Warwick, Rhode Island
I found this along with another one in a hallway at my school. I'm not sure if the person who wrote it is just learning English or is just bad at sentence structure.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
Why is anything a person doesn't agree with chalked up to "a phase" or in this case, "a stage"? It implies such overweening feelings of superiority...usually unfounded. What's wrong with feeding abandoned animals? They didn't ask to be born...they just were.
:O First! School trip days are the best for early internet surfing xD
I know St Francis too, lovely chap, we're all relieved he's got through his giving-nibbles-to-marmosets stage, it was costing him a fortune, what with the credit crunch and all!
oh, not first then :(
I hope nobody claims this is their favorite find. If so, I hope it's because this is the first one they've seen.
I'm looking forward to reading posts about the stages other people's sisters went through.
relatively speaking, i don't think the sentence structure is that poor. at least i understand what the author is trying to impart - unlike many of the other finds that make no sense whatsoever.
my sister went through a stage of spreading mean rumours about me - i'd rather she had fed stray animals.
I think his sister may have been involved in theater in a structurally unsound building.
What's wrong with feeding animals? I like to feed birds.
...but now my sister eats cat food and dog kibble.
I wonder what sort of animals she left food for. I can picture this: leaving vittles out for the little critters (raccoons, squirrels, skunks) then they multiply under the porch/deck/nearby shed, and then suddenly the bigger animals are around to prey on those little critters. One day sister sets out food for the little guys, and a mountain lion is sitting out there, waiting for them to come out for their food.
Happens around here, anyway.
All the world's a stage, and my sister's is covered with vermin.
I went through a phase of putting pearls before swine.
That's a stage? I'm going through a stage where I feed some feral kittens all the time. I try not to give them too much so they don't leave any for the possums, raccoons, or rats--sorry, nothing wrong with those animals, just not trying to feed them. There used to be 5 and the mom. Now, it's just 3 and no mom. I do wonder what happened to them, but you know, circle of life and everything. I know it's hard for cats that live outside.
My sister went through a stage of living bone-poor in a three-sided shack with alcoholic anarchists in Georgia.
My husband went through a stage of wearing my comfy fleece bathrobe and watching the OJ Simpson trial.
I went through a stage door and on the other side was a dark space and a stool and a little bird pecking for food.
My sister went through this stage where she dated outside the family. Glad it didn't last, as she sure is a good mother to our little ones.
A Feeding the Animals stage is a lot more beneficial to society than a Meth Dealing stage or a Murder the Next Door Neighbors stage. I'm cool with it.
There's absolutely nothing wrong with feeding pittances of comestibles to animals! (No rats or mice though!)
The author is jealous because his/her sister is at least being conducive with strays and or wildlife.
GET OVER IT!
Oh, Alan. Thanks for the morning smile!
I will occasionally feed the stray cats that roam our neighborhood. It gets a little sad when you're feeding the black cat that is so friendly, and then about 3 months later, you realize black kitty doesn't come around anymore. :(
Wait...
Maybe she's not leaving food for the animals...
I's bait! Oh the horror!
Yeah, I understand. My government is going through a stage like this now, 'cept instead of animals it's Wall Street.
I read this a little differently then y'all. I assumed that the sister had gone through a vegan/vegetarian stage in which she stopped eating to protest the abuses of animals produced for human consumption. I'm goona stick w/ my reading, I think it's more fun, and a little bit more temporary in nature then feeding stray animals.
I think there's too much been assumed here. There may be neither stray nor wild animals involved here.
I believe she lives in Rhode Island, yet nightly puts out flakes of hay for the elephants and sides of beef for the lions.
This kind of thing is common in urban areas where there are confused persons.
I don't think the writer is implying that there's anything wrong with his sister's "stage".
I think he's passing a note to a girl he likes...a girl who likes animals. Maybe she was wearing a cat jumper or a "save the raccoons" t-shirt.
Hot pick-up line.
When we were little, my parents would sometimes tell us "Finish your vegetables! Think of the starving kids in China." So we would slowly finish eating our veggies and join the clean plate club. (rather than boxing up our creamed cauliflower and sending it to Peking - as it was spelled back then - which is what we wanted to do)
Now I'm wondering whether this Found writer's sister was in the habit of not eating all her food in order to save some back for the hungry animals. (those starving Chinese kids still losing out, please note)
I don't have a sister.
Cousin Eddie, I had to read your post a few times before I got it and snorted out loud.
@ Geek, my sister went through a stage of pretending like she was me, on the phone, when the boys called.
Not funny.
The thing is, they live on a cruise ship, circumnavigating the globe, and sister got Cabin Fever and started going nuts. The first stage was declaring she was the pope. Then she would only speak French. Feeding the animals was a frustrating problem as they only had so much salt pork and crackers, and when its been on the deck for a hot afternoon it gets gross and inedible. The final sad stage was believing she was a seagull, she jumped from the side of the boat and sadly........flew away.....
Why would she leave fooo out? Where does she get it? How many animals really want fooo anyway?
(Banjo, just don't tell the Fooo Fighters.)
Re: Librarian
My mother totally guilted me out too about starving children... only mine were from Ethiopia. And I too would sass back, "If it matters so much, why don't you just mail them my green beans?"
Later, I had a friend from Ethiopia who was going through some rough times and so he lived with in my mother's house for a couple of years. Ironically, he was a cook at a local restaurant and would bring her back dishes of food.
My sister went through a phase of talking to her meat and apologizing for eating it hmmmm :|
My sis went through a stage where she thought she could talk to animals, and insisted our dog could count...she would go...lib...wats 2 + 2! and the dog would get annoyed with her yelling and would bark..ideally 4 times.
Kinda sad- it was right after we moved and I think it was sort of an imaginary friend kind of thing...Hard to go from a bog city to a three room school in the middle of BFE.
Sing it with me:
Little bunny foo-foo hopping through the forest, picking up the field mice and bopping them on the the head.
Not apropos of anything in particular but...Some people go through a stage where they think the book : "Jonathan Livingston Seagull" is really profound.
Some people go through a stage where they think
feeding the animals means feeding them other animals... (yes I'm in a weird mood.)
Some people go through a stage where they don't know whether Smallbear is a boy bear or a girl bear. (*whispers* Those who know the truth,don't tell...)
My sister went across a stage once and fell off.
this note reminded me about something of my childhood in herts, UK. We used to feed teh hedgehogs milk and bread and sit at the window waitin for them to come at night.
Small bear is taunting me again!!!!
You know, I think I may have misread this when I first found it. It seemed like the sentence structure was weird, but I don't think I was getting the meaning of the sentence, for some reason. I found it, like, two years ago... perhaps my brain was just not working then.
:D
I'll never tell, Smallbear.
Ever, ever, never.
Me too. I'm past that stage, Cubby. 8-)
My sister went through a stage about leaving.
Food for animals:
(the list was not finished)
PLEASE don't feed hedgehogs bread and milk. It gives them diarrohea. If you want to feed them, put out tinned cat food mixed with water so it's slushy.
I love hedgehogs. They're kind of like little Wombles, except for the prickles. We Wombles are smoother than that.
Ok, I read this wrong the first time. I thought it said the sister in question was leaving food for 'criminals.' Now, that would be a problem....
I went through that stage too. We ended up with four pets that way, I know.
Mom: "Don't feed the strays! They'll stick around for more!"
Me: "But Mooooooooom! They're HUNGRY!"