This post.

Genius.

I grew up in rural Indiana and had the same problem with basketball players that couldn't skate. I stayed late in a blind wrapped in a sleeping bag and waited. Three boys showed up, all members of the local high school basketball team. I issued a few welts and air-conditioned their car with my Daisy. They left the ice alone after that.
It's just unfortunate that rules and laws protect wrong doers more than us rule followers.

Made me cry, sorry I didn't know it was your pond. You guys would go out there and play hockey and make it look so fun and us poor kids who didn't have skates had to just sit on the side lines and watch. Did you ever think of coming over and asking why we never joined in, maybe letting us try out the skates or even let us play with just our winter boots on so that we could feel like we were part of the group,,no. This is how things happen when we sometimes unknowingly exclude others, they feel left out and somewhat inferior and then it turns to anger and retaliation. Again sorry reeking havoc on your ice rink. Oh and by the way I still can't skate! ( see how there are always 2 sides to a story.)

While we are on the subject of ponds and bodies of water.
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Fable.

In the dead of summer a fly was resting on a leaf beside a lake.

The hot, dry fly said to no one in particular, "Gosh.. if I move down three inches, I will feel the mist from the water and I will be refreshed."

There was a fish in the water thinking, "Gosh... if that fly moves down three inches, I can eat him."

There was a bear on the shore thinking, "Gosh.. if that fly moves down three inches that fish will jump for the fly... and I will grab
him."

It also happened that a hunter was farther up the bank of the lake preparing to eat a cheese sandwich. "Gosh," he thought, "if that fly moves down three inches... and that fish leaps for it... that bear will expose himself and grab for the fish. I'll shoot the bear and have a proper lunch."

You probably think this is enough activity on one bank of a lake, but I can tell you there's more...

A wee mouse by the hunter's foot was thinking, "Gosh... if that fly moves down three inches...and that fish jumps for that fly... and
that bear grabs for that fish...the dumb hunter will shoot the bear and drop his cheese sandwich."

A cat lurking in the bushes took in this scene and thought - as was fashionable to do on the banks of this particular lake around lunch
time -Gosh... if that fly moves down three inches...and that fish jumps for that fly... and that bear grabs for that fish and that hunter
shoots that bear.. and that mouse makes off with the cheese sandwich...then I can have
mouse for lunch."

The poor fly is finally so hot and so dry that he heads down for the cooling mist of the water.


The fish swallows the fly

The bear grabs the fish

The hunter shoots the bear

The mouse grabs the cheese sandwich

The cat jumps for the mouse

The mouse ducks

The cat falls into the water and drowns.

The moral of the story is: Whenever a fly goes down three inches,some pussy is in serious danger

Geez.......I can think of one ass puppet or is douche nozzle more appropriate, that would fit this description. Are ya "feelin' me" on this? Yeah, the same response fits this thread.....

Excellent post! Very powerful lesson to be learned from this. We should all take a very good look at ourselves.