From: utzoo!decvax!harpo!ihnss!ihuxl!no5fts
Newsgroups: net.jokes
Title: trid pun
Article-I.D.: ihuxl.174
Posted: Thu Jun 17 14:30:24 1982
Received: Sat Jun 19 05:01:54 1982

A long time ago there lived in Israel a specie known by the name of
Trids.  These animals, resembling kittens and bunnies, were adored by
all--almost all, that is.  You see, there also existed in the mountains
of Israel a huge, tyrannical beast known as the Fogre Ogre.  (One can
only speculate as to the cause of his meanness, but the chairman of the
zoology department at the University of Tel Aviv is on record as saying
that the source of Fogre Ogre's terrible disposition is a continuous
abdominal pain much like labor, constipation and premenstrual cramps all
combined.)  The Fogre Ogre was mean to virtually everyone but meanest
to the most adorable animal imaginable, the Trid.  Now the Trids have a
special fondness for a certain shrubbery which grew only on those hills
occupied by the Fogre Ogre.  But Trids, being a very optimistic group,
were not deterred from attempting to obtain their favorite dessert.
Apparently it tasted much like chocolate and induced many of the same
hallucinogenic effects as catnip.  In the waning summer days just before
the New Year (Israel, remember?) began, a certain roly-poly trid very
cutely made its way up a mountain to get some "chocolate catnip."
When it was about halfway up to the top, the Fogre Ogre bounded out
from a cave and drop-kicked the helpless trid down the hill.  Trids
were also very persistent and so the little fuzzy creature picked itself
up and proceeded back up the hill.  Again, the Ogre intercepted the
trid and kicked it back down the mountain.  The Fogre Ogre was obviously
deriving much enjoyment from this exercise.  The trid was not.  The
poor little thing was getting bruised from tumbling down the rocky
hillside.  Nevertheless, the trid started back up the hill in search
of dessert.  This time the Fogre Ogre kicked as hard as he could.
The trid went flying past the foot of the mountain, bounced very hard
quite a few times and came to a stop at the feet of a rabbi.  The
trid sobbed and told the rabbi what had been happening.  The rabbi
took pity on the trid and carried it back to the mountain.  The rabbi
knew that the Ogre wouldn't dare touch him.  When they got to the top
of the hill, the Ogre was sitting with a very nasty look on his face.
The rabbi set down the trid and went over to the Ogre.  "Fogre Ogre!"
exclaimed the rabbi, "I want to speak with you!"  The Ogre responded,
"Yes, rabbi" as the holy man drew nearer.  The rabbi asked the Ogre,
"I know that you would never hurt me--so why can't you show this trid
the same respect?  Why must you persist in kicking it down this hill?"
The Fogre Ogre pushed past the rabbi and punted the badly bruised trid
back down the hill.  Then he turned back to the rabbi and said,

              "Silly rabbi, kicks are for trids!"


                                                  Roger Noe