Posts Tagged ‘humor’

In the Land of Skee

So while Kootie and Koobert are out gallivanting across America seeking each other, I thought I would relate an older story of their exploits.

I could tell it was going to be a truly grand day out. Kootie was wearing her favorite summer beret with sparkly sequins, and Koobert was armed with eight shiny quarters; clearly, they were headed to the arcade, and the high score on the “Dance-Mania” game was in serious jeopardy. (more…)


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I just saw Koobert on television. Perhaps you saw him too?

To say it all started a few days ago is a really gross oversimplification, but that’s actually a specialty of mine. Koobert was hanging out at a landfill in Oklahoma, keeping company with several old plastic bags of my discarded household goods, when several enormous dump trucks arrived. (more…)

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Moving is a beautiful and awful experience. Of course, it is easier to see the beauty of it when it is all over. At least, I hope that’s when the beauty of it becomes evident, and I’m optimistic that will be something I experience in the near future, as soon as I finally finish unpacking.

It was last weekend, while I was belatedly unpacking the hall closet stuff, I made a very happy discovery indeed. Kootie was in the box, looking a little disheveled, but resting comfortably in a cozy nest of wadded up table linens and newsprint-wrapped candlesticks.


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Rank and File

I have to tell you that this sort of story is really my favorite kind of Kootie and Koobert adventure. It’s simple, yet to hear them tell it, I get such vivid pictures of the event, it makes me wish I could have been along for the ride.

It seems that one fine morning not too long ago, Koobert and his big sister Kootie were having a pleasant hop along a wide, smooth path, and wondering what delights they would find for exploring, when they spied a crowd a long way off. (more…)

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A young boy recently asked me a question that, I have to confess had never even really occurred to me to wonder about. “Since Kootie and Koobert only have one leg, how do they, you know, go to the bathroom?”

Pardon me while I let that sink in for a minute. (more…)

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One day, Kootie and her little brother Koobert were hopping down a spacious city street on a beautiful sunny day in Atlanta, Georgia. The air was warm and moist, the sounds and smells dominated by rushing automobile traffic. Our fine adventurers deftly hopped and dodged largely unnoticed among the bustling ankles and swinging purses of the busy sidewalk.

“Whew. It sure is hot out here Koobie,” observed Kootie, mopping her brow and ducking under a briefcase.

“Let’s cool off in here,” Koobert replied, pushing boldly through a nearby frosted glass door. It is precisely this sort of carefully planned and cautiously executed action that precipitates Kootie and Koobert’s best adventures. Koobert’s surprised yell faded immediately as though he had fallen into a deep well, and the glass door swung noiselessly shut behind him. (more…)

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