I knew I had to keep him busy for another 4 hours. It is extremely exhausting harboring a fugitive.
The western style coop gave Beaker a great idea!! He decided to play cowboys and indians.
Then, with his little Beaker-sized bow, he decided since there was a rainy season, and a duck seson, and a wabbit season- there had to be a silkie season also.
Luckily, he didn't have any arrows.
I pawned him off on Mr Bizzy, who taught Beaker CB/Ham radio stuff. They kept themselves busy for quite some time
Beaker was trying to get a convoy to drive him somewhere far away because "The smokies are after me".
" Breaker 1-9 this here is the rubber duckie, you got a copy on me?"
While the boys kept entertained on the CB radio, I made a cake. Beaker thought it looked beautiful, but asked if there was a file in it.
Of course you can't have cake without ice cream. Beaker picked the biggest spoon he could find.
After all that sweet stuff, we needed to go for a walk. We headed down the road, and Beaker saw the Perdue sign. He ran back home and made a sign, then ran back to Purdue, stopping in the middle of the road to grab a snack- (a truck had spilled some grain):
Beaker stood by the Purdue sign, holding his little homemade sign up..
And a closeup of his little sign...
He really wanted to sneak into the hatchery and see all the baby chicks.
But then he noticed something- Ms. Donna's car all the way from NJ!! Beaker got scared, thinking he was going to go to jail. He ran and started climbing the fence, thinking he could make a great escape on a choo-choo.
Of course, that didn't work, but he managed to get past her and I, and ran into a cornfield.
We were calling for him, and calling. He really thought he was going to jail. Finally, Ms. Donna promised him she would call the judge and make sure he didn't have to go to jail. Then we saw him...
We bribed him out of the cornfield with little goldfish crackers. We had some fun( pictures to be posted later), and he is currently being extradited back to NJ
The western style coop gave Beaker a great idea!! He decided to play cowboys and indians.
Then, with his little Beaker-sized bow, he decided since there was a rainy season, and a duck seson, and a wabbit season- there had to be a silkie season also.
Luckily, he didn't have any arrows.
I pawned him off on Mr Bizzy, who taught Beaker CB/Ham radio stuff. They kept themselves busy for quite some time
Beaker was trying to get a convoy to drive him somewhere far away because "The smokies are after me".
" Breaker 1-9 this here is the rubber duckie, you got a copy on me?"
While the boys kept entertained on the CB radio, I made a cake. Beaker thought it looked beautiful, but asked if there was a file in it.
Of course you can't have cake without ice cream. Beaker picked the biggest spoon he could find.
After all that sweet stuff, we needed to go for a walk. We headed down the road, and Beaker saw the Perdue sign. He ran back home and made a sign, then ran back to Purdue, stopping in the middle of the road to grab a snack- (a truck had spilled some grain):
Beaker stood by the Purdue sign, holding his little homemade sign up..
And a closeup of his little sign...
He really wanted to sneak into the hatchery and see all the baby chicks.
But then he noticed something- Ms. Donna's car all the way from NJ!! Beaker got scared, thinking he was going to go to jail. He ran and started climbing the fence, thinking he could make a great escape on a choo-choo.
Of course, that didn't work, but he managed to get past her and I, and ran into a cornfield.
We were calling for him, and calling. He really thought he was going to jail. Finally, Ms. Donna promised him she would call the judge and make sure he didn't have to go to jail. Then we saw him...
We bribed him out of the cornfield with little goldfish crackers. We had some fun( pictures to be posted later), and he is currently being extradited back to NJ