Frisbee Anyone? | Flash Post 387
Do you know what happened last night?
Like something funny, Button?
You are aware that I shared barididi’s bedroom?
The tamasha that took place behind closed doors in the dead of the night can be turned into a short.
Was it fun?
It was hilarious.
Around midnight, as Messi wasn’t getting sleep, he made up his mind to play a game. Throwball, to be precise. His favourite plaything, as you are well aware, is the soft and fragile little monkey who sits on the bookrack, feeling lonely and unloved, waiting to be brought down so he can play with his folks. Late last night, Messi grabbed him off the shelf with his mouth, shook him from one side to the other and flung him in the air. Our youngest stray who was wide awake by this time, hearing the tinkling of the bells Messi wears around his neck, leaped out from his bed to catch the soft toy in his mouth just in time. Aping him, she too shook up the monkey a few times before flinging it even higher only to be caught by Messi who was in position, poised and ready to take the catch. He flung it again and again with our young one taking a perfect catch each time, not allowing the monkey to crash onto the floor even once, while I sat on my reclining massage sofa, enthralled, watching this spectacle.
Carry on with your story, Button. This is getting very interesting.
Messi was thrilled at having found a partner to practice his game of throwball in the dead of night and the little one was also having lots of fun. Let the oldies sleep, he thought to himself. I’ll catch up with mine tomorrow.
Barididi suddenly heard the little one cough and choke. She woke up with a start to find her standing in her own urine, staring up at her with small beady eyes, choking on a mouthful of cotton that had, only sometime back, made the monkey look well fed and rotund. She looked scared, fearful that barididi would scold her, slipped a few times on the puddle and ran, as fast as her three legs would allow her, from the scene of the crime. Messi, our cool cat, sat on the bookshelf taking in everything that was unfolding in front of his eyes without a care in the world. The now skeletal little monkey lay flat on the floor beside barididi looking empty and forlorn while barididi sat on the floor pulling out tufts of cotton gently from her mouth so she wouldn’t choke any further.
Do you know who invented the Frisbee?
Not a clue but tell me.
In 1948, Walter Frederick Morrison and his partner invented a plastic version of a tin pie plate that could fly further and with better accuracy. In January 1957 The Wham-O co-founders, Rich Knerr and Arthur Melin obtained the marketing rights to Morrison’s invention in January 1957.