The Resistance Of O.H.M. copyright 2005 Once upon a time ... in the long, LONG ago days of early Brisbee .... there lived a hermit by the name of Omega Hawpe Meson (or "Mess-on" as he was known around town). He loved to go fishing down on Ten Mile Creek (that was before there was a bridge from which to preach), and he was often seen scrounging around the banks for werms of odd colors and shapes with which to entice a few fish (suckers being his favorite).

One day ... after finding a particularly unusual and unique wurm of many colors, Omega decided that instead of feeding it to the carp he would take the thing home and study it for awhile.

Well ... he tried putting the bizarre being into a sack, but it inched out and when Omega tried to catch it to put it back into the sack, he felt a tormenting, stinging sensation. This caused Omega great consternation. So he set out after the creature trying to step on it ... squash the thing into green mush, but he just couldn't catch it! My oh my .... what to do?

He dug and dug, scrounged and searched ... deep into his bag of old, used tricks, looking for just the RIGHT old trick, but nothing seemed to work. Omega then went to his storage shed to search for more old tricks, but there were so many huge balls of twine that he couldn't even get through the door, much less find any of his favorite tricks!

Omega was working so hard that he got out of breath (quite a circumstance as he had a very robust set of lungs). So, the ol' guy huffed and puffed his way back to the house for a rest. When he reached the playground in his front yard, he discovered that a metamorphosis had taken place. The brightly colored werm he had been chasing had attached itself to a chinaberry limb, just out of reach, and had become encased in an ugly, hard shell. This was slightly distressing to Omega as he had enjoyed playing with the worm of kaleidoscope hide. My oh my ... what to do? ... What to DO?

Omega pulled up a chinaberry stump and sat down to meditate on the situation. He thought and thought, and mused and mulled, but no solution came to mind. As he sat brooding, a strange thing happened. He heard a gentle flutter, felt a zephyr brush past his ear, and shivered as the mysterious thing landed for a second on the split fang poking through his left cheek. He looked and saw a dazzling, fluttery B.

Well .... ol' Mess-on ran as fast as he could, into the house to get his net. He was SURE he could snag the thing THIS time! But, by the time he found the net and returned to his task, The B had fluttered away, flitting about the fair countryside ... singing and dancing on the breeze ..... away ... away .... over the hills of Brisbee ... looking for a pal.

All at once a mighty shower of sparks went everywhere. The display was blinding! People came running from all over to see what had happened! When they reached the teeter-totter near the chinaberry stump, all they could see was a spiral of white smoke and ashes wafting in the air.

((-: 'Twas a mad, bad, rad, had day in Brisbee ... :-))

((-: Mighty O.H.M. had shorted out! :-))