Karl over at protein wisdom has simply outdone himself. Somehow he found himself in the Thousand Donor Wood among our hero Barack and his national security friends and has a wonderful tale to tell.
“Help, help!” cried Zbiglet, “a Heffalump, a Horrible Heffalump!” and he scampered off as hard as he could, still crying out, “Help, help, a Herrible Hoffalump! Hoff, Hoff, a Hellible Horralump! Holl, Holl, a Hasselhoff Hellerump!” And he didn’t stop crying and scampering until he got to Christopher Warren’s house.
“Whatever’s the matter, Zbiglet?” said Christopher Warren, who was just getting up.
“Heff,” said Zbiglet, breathing so hard that he could hardly speak, “a Heff — a Heff — a Heffalump.”
“Where?”
“Up there,” said Zbiglet, waving his paw.
“What did it look like?”
“Like — like — It had the biggest head you ever saw, Christopher Warren. A great enormous thing, like — like nothing. A huge big — well, like a — I don’t know — like an enormous big nothing. Like a jar.”
“Well,” said Christopher Warren, putting on his stripey pants and Italian loafers, “I shall go and appease it. Come on.”
Michelle Malkin has very thoughtfully provided the illustrations to our Happy Hopey Heffalump Story.
The fine Mr McCain reminds us all that you need something special to spell “hope”. That would look great on a bumper sticker.
