Cat Skinning and
by Matt Mok
Joe had spent
nearly an hour digging at the dense unrelenting
ground with his hoe in a futile attempt to remove
the tree stump. He was drenched in sweat and
tired and sore, but all he had managed to
accomplish was clear the soil around the foot-wide
trunk. He wiped the sweat from his brow and threw
down the hoe.
gonna give me a hand or what?" he asked Ben,
No way." He swatted away some dirt
that clung to his shirt from Joe's last swing.
picked up a pickax and swung it at the stump near
its base. He wedged it under a large entrenched
root and using a rock as leverage, tried to pry
the trunk loose. But it was useless.
there's more than one way to skin a cat," he
said as he threw the pickax onto the accumulated
pile of useless garden tools.
Joe started walking to the shed. Ben followed.
are you skinning? You making a hat? A
realize you're an idiot, right?"
that must be one of the most nonsensical sayings
around. I mean, on any given day, what person
would be faced with not only the task of skinning
a cat, but also the conundrum of finding
alternates methods for it?"
was used to Ben's ranting and was already
rummaging through the shed for a solution to the
current predicament. Meanwhile, outside on the
grass, Ben continued his tirade against idioms in
the English language.
why not 'There's more than one way to murder a
hobo'? Or, milk a spider monkey? Or--"
interrupted by the loud revving sound of the
chainsaw Joe had brought out of the shed.
thinking about that while I take care of this