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Schnockdurgle #3 Cat Catapult

 CAT CATAPULT CASED BY COPS

By Finkus Frownbottombly

In a classical example of cop cooperation across international boundaries a plot to catapult cats into outer space using backyard technology was foiled in James Bay.

“For the past ten years information has slowly led us to the conclusion that this method of ridding the area of unwanted cats was hatched far away from this quiet neighborhood in James Bay,” said Constable X, whose name could not be released because of international prohibitions against naming police individually in local publications.

Because this reporter has always made it his policy to supply the James Bay Beacon with lucid and accurate reports, he is constantly chagrined by such tactics that keep the public ignorant of criminal activities about which they ought to be fully informed.  Now the truth is finally coming out into the open.  James Bay has suffered the devastation of feral felines ferreting out the last few squirrels, mice, rats, and assorted other benevolent rodents, including termites and cockroaches.

As police rounded up the last of the gang they made a significant discovery as to the identity of the ringleader.  Using a variety of aliases this young man has moved from low rental to lower rental, and was now holed up in the newest building on the waterfront.

Fingerprints and DNA confirmed that he was the long-lost nephew of the noted archeologist, Sir Rodney Schnockdurgle.  He had been taken from his mother’s knee twenty nine years earlier and forced to live in the depths of old growth forests with Big Foot and his family on Vancouver Island, not twenty kilometers from Port Alberni.

Asked about his early life, he shrugged his massive shoulders. “What’s to be said?” he sighed sadly.  “Given my condition could it not be considered that I not be cast into confinement among castaways?”

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Schnockdurgle #2 Penny farthing

Watch out, Motorists of James Bay!

By  Plinkus Bikepennybly

Victoria Police reportedly issued a warning to James Bay residents to watch out for a man on a Penny Farthing bicycle riding erratically around the area of five corners.  They have not come out clearly on exactly who this individual might be, but the description fits none other than our own good little doctor, Sir Rodney Schnockdurgle.

Dr. Schnockdurgle himself was mystified by this unprecedented public statement questioning his ability to navigate the streets.  “I can’t imagine why they are doing this to me,” he wailed.  Without further warning he broke down, as is his wont, in great stentorian sobs that convulsed his tiny frame.  “What is this world coming to?”  I wondered.

 

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Schnockdurgle #1 Dinosaur bone

 

DINOSAUR BONE AT BEACON HILL PARK? 

By  Finkus Downbottomly

 

Reports of the discovery of a dinosaur bone in Beacon Hill Park appear questionable.  However, Sir Rodney Schnockdurgle, a noted archeologist insists that the matter is far from resolved.  Officials are discussing the advisability of closing the park to visitors despite the tripling of tourists to the area after news of the find was leaked to a local radio station.  Many of the business community of the city of Victoria openly support the widest possible dissemination of whatever bits of evidence reaches the surface.  The potential cash cow so near downtown may yet be the saving of the city’s rotting downtown core.

Beyond the barebones revelation, not a great deal can be corroborated as factual.  This reporter spoke to one of the diggers on condition of anonymity.  This worthy gentleman informed us that the find was approximately fifty meters from the surface in a solid rock formation.  He would not elaborate as to whether it was a bone or a tooth, nor would he speculate on the precise nature of the dinosaur.

Dr. Schnockdurgle is clearly impressed.  “I believe we have here a find of great significance.  Such a mysterious relic of the deep past of Vancouver Island is not something to be ignored by scoffers.  I am amazed and frankly angered at the skepticism of the scientific community at the university.  I would have thought . . .”   He was unable to finish his thought.  His broken sobs will haunt me till the day I die.

The mayor of Victoria was unavailable for comment at the time of this writing, but the mayor of Esquimault could not suppress his excitement.   “I am ecstatic.  I really am.”

Folks at the James Bay Beacon laughed their heads off, and now the paper is looking for new volunteers.  Must have a sense of humor.

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