|Gus, chewing on bunstructing ideas.|
"They are not deconstructing their new bundo," said the hoomin.
"You mean - bunstructing? I think they are," said the other hoomin.
"Did any of them ever bunstructed anything - properly?" thought Gus about the hoomins.
Everybunny knows you can't just go bunstructing things willy-nilly. Bun has to make preparations. Decent, structural bungineer has to sign off on the plans.
Bun must know how to get the best sound out of the tearing cardboard at four in the morning. The bunstruction has to have that kind of sound that will scare the fiber out of the hoomins. Bun has to time the tears right. You can tell the bunstruction is going well when time after time, the hoomins get up to check on you at the wee hours of the morning. If you rip it repeatedly, at just the right time, they won't be able to go back to sleep. They won't be able to un-hear your cardboard drums of doom.
Then, the slimy, corrupt, local officials have to be greased to get the permits; bun has to get the right permits. Left permits are not allowed.
Do you see now how bunstruction is as much an art as it is a science? How can the hoomins not know it?
"They're hoomins, that's how they don't know," thought Gus
We'll keep you posted,
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