Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Please Explain Madame Secretary

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What is Jack's game Madame Secretary? Do you have no control over the creatures who belong to your union? I mean really Madame! I have long wondered about your control over at that room you call an office, and now, I fear, my suspicions have been confirmed.

7 Comments:

At 6:51 AM, Blogger Fran said...

Memo to Jack: Get down this moment and get to work or you will be barred from membership forthwith for having broken the agreement signed for your benefit with the Employers Corporation. Your ability to speak and to fly are privileges of membership. The Boss Donkey via the Secretary

 
At 6:55 AM, Blogger Fran said...

The Secretary says: le Enchanteur you know very well that our office is open to inspection by suitable authorities at any time. However you must remember that there are three of us using the office and that apple cores and a few feathers about are legitimate. (I might suggest that you make sure the inspectors are certified.) Yours the Secretary, per Boss Donkey and Great White Owl

 
At 8:12 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Great pic, big dramas.

 
At 1:51 PM, Blogger le Enchanteur said...

Certified inspectors? Everyone here is quite literally 'certifiable'. I will have you know that ravens from the rookery keep me informed of the doings of the herd that have managed to get membership with your Corporation. Concerns have been expressed. Apart from Jack's amazing behaviour we have donkeys gawking at skinny dippers in the lake and I see one traveller struggling with a donkey on the cliff tops.

I am going to be forced to speak to the Queen about these matters. Inspectors will arrive, unannounced, and you better hope it is only a few feathers and apple cores that they find lying around the place.

 
At 1:55 PM, Blogger le Enchanteur said...

Dramas Imogen? Scandal and mayhem I think is a better description my dear. The Queen may well demand a Royal Commission.

 
At 4:58 PM, Blogger Fran said...

The Secretary says: You seem to have forgotten that I am merely an employee in this establishment. You should address warnings and complaints to the Boss Donkey. The Great White Owl is a good friend to the Union and to me and, in return for the use of the office, has allowed us space for communication and our archives. Personally, I think it is perfectly legitimate for the donkeys to watch out for the welfare of skinny dippers who might get into trouble and need rescue. As for the traveller struggling, has she forgotten to put her donkey's wings in place? We have more problems with silly riders than silly donkeys. (Jack being an exception). The Secretary

 
At 2:39 PM, Blogger Gail Kavanagh said...

I love this place. Sitting on a bag of oats muching an apple and watching the fun - Christabel told me it was like a donkey soap opera and she's not wrong.
Pass me another apple, `Bel.

 

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