By, Nan Claire Falkner
“How did these trees get so twisted?” asked Melinda, reporter for NATURE magazine.
“Mother Nature danced and drank all night at the Ball of the Gods last March.” Babs whispered, in a smelly corner booth.
“Well, as it turned out.” Babs slurred, “Mudder (snort snort) went over to Leo’s to have a nightcap,” Babs looked around and took another gulp of her Vodka Martini, “and one thing led to another (snort, hiccup, snort). She didn’t come home ‘till the next day – which was the annual SPRING SOLSTACE PLANTING DAY.”
“OH! Oh.” Melinda said just as Lightning exploded Babs’ house.