Mar 27 2008
The Demise Of The Chalk People
They roamed the hills and valleys of the driveway for days. Three days, to be exact. The tall pastel pink female was their leader. She kept them all in line. Fuchsia was her name. She ruled with an iron stick fist. She led her people through the windiest March 22nd they had ever seen. The only March 22nd they had ever seen, actually. And their last. For even though Fuchsia held them together through the long, windy night of the 22nd, and all the way through the balminess of the 23rd, there would be no 24th. In what would later be dubbed “The Great 20 Minute Drizzle Of March 23rd”, the Chalk People, like the Mayans before them, vanished from the face of the earth. Fuchsia, her first lieutenant Magenta, and the children; the poor children: Robins Egg Yellow and Columbia Blue all perished that evening. An event that will last in the memory of Nukegirl for hours. Minutes, even. May they rest in peace.
I think a splinter group managed to migrate west to California. You’ll be glad to know that their little colony is thriving well in our rain-free patio community. The legacy is not dead.
(NukeDad) I’m waiting for the National Geographic Explorer expose. There are still so many unanswered questions!