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Super Bowl Creatures: Bengals vs. Rams


February 13th, 2022 Posted 7:54 am

Normally on Sunday we take a look at the start of a Peter Abrahams novel, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker™ but since it’s Super Bowl Sunday and tigers and rams are involved we thought of To Fetch A Thief, the Chet and Bernie novel involving a sketchy circus and an elephant named Peanut. In this book Chet encounters tigers:

The cages stood in a row. They were like big boxes, with roofs and walls, the only barred part being the fronts. The smells hit me first, so strong, some a bit cat-like, but to the nth degree, whatever that means. And then the sights: oh, boy. Creatures I’d seen on Animal Planet: tigers and lions and –

Actually, in the first cage, just two tigers, and in the next cage, only one lion, and in the last cage, nothing. The tigers and the lion had big rubber balls to play with but they weren’t playing. They just lay on the floor and watched us with huge yellow eyes. The fur on my neck stood right up; their fur, now that I noticed it, looked kind of dull and ratty. Bernie opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but he didn’t speak; he got a hard look on his face.

AND – Chet also encounters goats, not too distant from rams:

I didn’t like that ACK-ACK-ACK bleat, didn’t like that wispy beard – don’t like wispy beards on anybody – and there were probably other unlikable goat things, but before I could get to them he was charging at me again. This time I was ready.

Makes a difference, doesn’t it, Senor Goat? That was my thought as I stood over him a moment later. He lay on the ground, looking kind of stupid, in my opinion.





December 3rd, 2009 Posted 9:22 am

“Tiger, tiger,” Bernie says, shaking his head. Everybody’s talking about tigers these days, not sure why. I know tigers from Animal Planet, of course. And let me tell you – tigers are trouble, end of story. Maybe you think no problem, they live far away, but no – Bernie says there are thousands right here in the USA, owned privately. Like by people in fenced-in backyards. In some states you don’t even need a permit. Is this a good idea? No, which must be why Bernie’s shaking his head and saying, “Tiger, tiger.” But whoa. Then he goes on: “burning bright, In the forests of the night. What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?”

He looks up. “Symmetry must have rhymed with eye in those days.” What days is he talking about? In fact, what the heck is going on? I realize that Bernie looks a little tired, maybe hasn’t slept well, possibly worrying about our finances, always a mess. “Yup,” he says, gaze now on me, “did he who made the lamb make thee? That’s the question, all right.”

Now lambs are in the picture? Bernie needs a nap, and soon.


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