Click on a thumbnail picture below to see the full size version. 62 Entries. Monday, June 7 View Page Coming soon! "Little Patch on the Prairie" starring Sheriff Edgar. . . . Tuesday, June 8 View Page It was a dreary clear cold cloudy dry dusty wet muddy day as I swam through the lakes, rivers, rils, brooks, streams, yes. . and waterfalls on my way to the canyons, valleys, vales, swales, meadows, forests and mountains of my home. Tuesday, June 8 View Page Finally, over the last rise was the very last rise. An enormous mound of dirt, turf and rocks was all there was left to cover and I'd be there. . . Tuesday, June 8 View Page . . . at the very very very last rise. Tuesday, June 8 View Page That was when I realized I had forgot my hat. Tuesday, June 8 View Page "Well" I said in a voice in my head which no one could hear except me, "I guess I'll have to go back". Tuesday, June 8 View Page So I went back over the mountains, Tuesday, June 8 View Page Over hills,swales and vales, Tuesday, June 8 View Page Rivers, rils, brooks, streams, Tuesday, June 8 View Page Forests, Tuesday, June 8 View Page and ponds. Tuesday, June 8 View Page Oh, and an ocean. There was definately an ocean I crossed. Tuesday, June 8 View Page Finally, I found myself coming over the very very last rise Tuesday, June 8 View Page Yee Haw and Ya Hoo, finally I was home and there was no one to greet me but a stupid cat. Tuesday, June 8 View Page Make that, one dead cat. Tuesday, June 8 View Page [Editor's note: Cat was not really dead] Tuesday, June 8 View Page My name is Edgar and I'm the Sheriff. This is my town, and this is my story. . . . Saturday, August 14 View Page I guess I'll start at the beginning. . . Saturday, August 14 View Page Even as a pup I had a hankerin' to wander. .. Saturday, August 14 View Page Must've been all of eight weeks old when my mother, God bless her, sold me off to a gypsy family where I was taught to be a fortune teller. Saturday, August 14 View Page Due to my language barrier and the fact that I was really only good at reading paws not palms, I was encouraged to seek my own fortune and with biscuit in mouth, headed on to the next town. Saturday, August 14 View Page (The bicuit didn't last long. . . .) Saturday, August 14 View Page Having been several minutes since my last meal or even treat, starvation was a ready concern on my mind. So, seeing a grizzly ol' podiatrist up ahead I caught up to him and asked him for a lift. Saturday, August 14 View Page The grizzly ol' podiatrist said, "What brings you round these parts, little feller?" Saturday, August 14 View Page "Just lookin' fer a place to curl up and hang my collar, mister. Where ya headed?" I said. Saturday, August 14 View Page The grizzly ol' podiatrist looked at me with a pair bloodshot steely eyes. . . . Saturday, August 14 View Page "Ya are, are ya?" Saturday, August 14 View Page "I are", I replied, wondering what kind of dusty repetitive path this was heading down... Saturday, August 14 View Page The grizzly ol' podiatrist turned his eyes back to the road ahead, so I asked again, in his ear and much louder, "WHERE YA HEADED?" Saturday, August 14 View Page He looked at me again with those steely bloodshot eyes and after a pause he said. . . Saturday, August 14 View Page "Ya are, are ya?" Saturday, August 14 View Page It was pretty much at this point, I hurled myself out of the open window of the '86 4-Runner and hit the road. Saturday, August 14 View Page Literally and of course figuratively. Saturday, August 14 View Page I was getting tired, and was sniffing around for the smallest scrap of food. . Saturday, August 14 View Page When suddenly I saw the sparkle of diamonds in a rotten log. Saturday, August 14 View Page "I'm rich! I'm rich!" I exclaimed, until upon further inspection I realized that I had happened upon banana slug slime, complete with slug-doo. Saturday, August 14 View Page No diamonds, a deaf grizzly ol' podiatrist and no horse for the horse trail... This was turning out to be a bad adventure. Saturday, August 14 View Page . . . . and it was suppertime. . . Saturday, August 14 View Page So I jumped way up on this log to get a better view of how much farther I needed to go. Saturday, August 14 View Page It was far. Saturday, August 14 View Page So I used one of my three wishes from the magic grandma gypsy, who whisked me away to a place called "Livengood". Saturday, August 14 View Page (Of course, as all magic grandma gypsies require she had to be paid with a chocolate-vanilla swirl soft serve ice cream cone). Saturday, August 14 View Page Finally I had reached the estate of "She Who Would Love and Feed Me". Her many minions were leaving as I arrived. Saturday, August 14 View Page And there she was. . . the radiance of her beauty and angelic aura floating about her like gossamer wings. Saturday, August 14 View Page "Oh She Who Will Love and Feed Me" May I just stare and worship you for a while?" I asked. Saturday, August 14 View Page "I insist." She firmly replied. Saturday, August 14 View Page "Welcome to my home little Sheriff", she smiled. I have some cats that need to be kept in line as well as a few errant moles that need to be strung up". Saturday, August 14 View Page "Sounds like it's right up my alley, Ma'am. I sure hope I can do you proud". I said somewhat cautiously. Saturday, August 14 View Page "Terrific, 'cause if'n you can't handle it, I'll have to sell you for medical experiments". Saturday, August 14 View Page "Now then, let me show you around my 'private' gardens" she said with a look in her eye that reminded me of and unfortunate trip I had with a grizzly ol' podiatrist. Saturday, August 14 View Page "This here's the entry". . . Saturday, August 14 View Page "These here are my punkin plants" Saturday, August 14 View Page "Schhoooo-weee! If you don't mind me sayin' so, that's one appalling punkin patch you got right thar! You got weeds everywhere, no vines staked, no vines buried! Well, heck! You ain't even got a sprinkler system!" Saturday, August 14 View Page "You're point being?" Saturday, August 14 View Page "Well, I was just thinkin' that if you wanted to grow a giant pumpkin then ya otter. . . . " Saturday, August 14 View Page "Would you prefer Proctor and Gamble or Eli Lilly?" She asked Saturday, August 14 View Page "Why neither ma'am. That's a purty little punkin patch you got goin' here, and these here weeds? Why these are some of the finest weeds I ever seen." Saturday, August 14 View Page "Of course it is, little sheriff. Now let us move on." Saturday, August 14 View Page "I have this enormous 5 lb squash!" Saturday, August 14 View Page "And a matching pumpkin!" Saturday, August 14 View Page I countered with a moderately enthusiastic "Yee Haw!" Saturday, August 14 View Page It was shortly thereafter that I was shown the bunkhouse and FINALLY given some grub This Sheriff was due for some shut-eye. . .