Hogspore Community News
By Clet Litter as told to Bob Simpson
Celebrating Mother’s Day in Hogspore
The report has a religious theme this week. I apolergize. I’ll try to give the
Devil his due next week.
Yesterday was Mother’s Day. We had my mother over for dinner, which is
somewhat of a treat for my wife, Punkin. I can’t write that without sounding
a might sarcastic.
Punkin is probably just jealous cause Momma Litter is still alive and kicking
whilst Punkin’s mother died a while back. She did say, “Clet, I sure wish your
momma could enjoy Heaven as much as my momma is enjoying it ... right
Mumford Pickens told me he had a disturbing dream. “Clet, I dreamed it was
the year 2216. I had stopped by City Hall. I saw a sign on the door ‘Closed for
I asked a man walking by, ‘I didn’t know it was a hollerday. What day are we
He said, ‘You shouldn’t be asking that kinda question in 2216. You’re gonna
get us both in trouble. I’ll tell you, but don’t look at me and don’t talk to me
He looked around and then he whispered, ‘It’s St. Trump’s Day.”’
It was National Prayer Day last Thursday. I thought I heard Jimmy
Suspenders whisper off a prayer asking for a loving and understanding
Right then, a loud voice come from the clouds, “Jimmy Suspenders. Verily,
I have already bestowed upon you a loving and understanding wife.”
The voice sounded like something out of the Old Testament. It continued.
“Thou needs to cease performing as if thou were a Schmuck.”
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