Friday, more often than not, means it’s time for the Friday fact. This week I found this gem tucked away among the dusty esoteric tomes of the CFZ library’s restricted section:
Before he became a historian Simon Schama was actually part of a gang of youths that roamed castley-fields up and down the length of Britain looking for discarded brass bedsteds and tickling the chins of stoats all for the amusement of the gang’s Fagin-like and pogostick-fanatic leader Charles Hawtrey. When a policeman caught Schama in the ruins of
And now the news:
Not my own pun today but rather a joke I found online that amused me and is vaguely related to wolves:
Three Indian squaws are about to give birth and consult the Medicine Man for advice. The Medicine Man tells them to give birth on the hide of an animal whose characteristics they want to see in their offspring.
The first squaw gave birth on the hide of a lion to give her son the bravery of a lion. She had a brave son.
The second squaw gave birth on the wolf's hide to give her son the wisdom of a wolf. She had a wise son.
The third squaw gave birth of the hide of a hippopotamus and had twin sons that were both brave and wise.
This is yet another proof of the Pythagorean theorem where the squaw of the hippopotamus equals the sons of the squaws of the other two hides.