Methinks the real question is, Birdie,
Whether skwerls have wings, or swings? [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]
This, like the Balrog question, is open for debate. Now myself, I have personally seen Rocky the Flying Skwerl and am willing to attest to same. However, the skwerl sighting was so mind-bogglingly bizarre that to this day not all who witnessed it are willing to come forward, and this incident happened in 1992!
It all started at 1:50 p.m., on a typical workday afternoon. A factory guy came from down on the plant floor upstairs to my office wearing a big, incriminating grin. (But then, they all did that all the time.) "Open the shade," he indicated with a jog of his shoulder.
I looked across at a co-worker, who looked back, stunned as I was by the suggestion. For the windows were so grimy that cleaning them was considered thousands of times worse than the proverbial torture of washing the inside of a barrow chamber with a toothbrush! (Okay, so I exaggerate just a tad here. But I in no wise exaggerate when it comes to the ABSOLUTE FACT that I saw Rocky the Flying Skwerl, as I am about to report (yes, I'm getting to that part and haven't forgotten it!) So instead I intoned in my best deep vampire-voice, "We are creatures of the night."
"Open the shade," he repeated. It was now 1:55 p.m., and some other factory dudes were heading up the stairs making their daily "reet-reet" pig noises (these guys would put the fighting Uruk-Hai to shame, let me tell you). Finally overcome by a wave of unthinking silliness, I opened the shade.
At exactly 2:00 p.m., break time, sun streaming in best it could through the streaky window, a menacing Shadow fell, hovering. Or more aptly, swinging. For there, attached to the end of a fishing pole, hung in all its infamy, a dead Skwerl!
I saw it. My co-worker saw it. The incriminating grin on the company president's face said that he saw it, though he denied it and said we were crazy. But it was there, dangling from the roof of the building.
I only hope Rocky the Flying Skwerl was roadkill. For this particular place of business was so strange, that a bunch of the production guys were known for bringing guns to work along with their lunch pails, and would sit and polish their weapons on their lunch break.
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