In a shallow grassy valley they lie, like animal skeletons scattered across a suburban savanna. Down in the creek, there are more. Tossed against rocks, their frames are bent and riddled with reeds, gently smothering once shiny steel ribs. In Broadmeadows Creek, the life of an abandoned supermarket trolley continually proves to be "nasty, brutish and short
The Australian Retailers Association says that about 60,000 trolleys... go missing from Victorian stores every year. The Age
Fainting goats are a slightly smaller version of the standard goat, who, believe it or not, thanks to a genetic condition called myotonia congenita, actually seem to faint when they are startled.
As strange as this may sound, these little critters have actually served an historical purpose. Shepherds often kept the goats in with their flocks as insurance in case of predator attack...
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Comments: trolley hunter
Thanks. The Fainting Goat entry explains a couple of people I work with.
Posted by Nabakov at July 9, 2004 07:57 PM
maybe they just have inertia...
I think I can rela..
Posted by at July 9, 2004 11:02 PM
Good news for Fainters and/or Martyrs.
As an occasional fainter I'm pleased that it could, in certain circs, serve the community.
Not something I can relate to ;)
Posted by boynton at July 9, 2004 11:28 PM
Do fainters have support groups, y'know like Fainters Anonymous?
I can see someone opening a door into a meeting room, looking at all the prostate bodies inside and then gratefully swooning themselves.
Posted by Nabakov at July 10, 2004 01:29 PM
That's it. I always knew I was the product of a clandestine breeding experiment by British fascists. Now I know what it was.
Posted by David Tiley at July 14, 2004 03:12 AM
Every day in every way it's getting Fainter...
Posted by boynton at July 14, 2004 08:26 PM