In A Way, It Made Him Sad.

If Only, If Only," The Woodpecker Sighs, "the Bark On The Tree Was As Soft As The Skies." While The Wolf Waits Below, Hungry And Lonely, Crying To The Moo-oo-oon, "if Only, If Only.

Well, Let Me Tell You Something, Caveman. You Are Here On Account Of One Person. If It Wasn't For That Person, You Wouldn't Be Here Digging Holes In The Hot Sun. You Know Who That Person Is?" "my No-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather.

Okay, You Were Probably Taught There Are Five Senses," He Said. "we See, Hear, Touch, Smell And Taste. But How Do We Know Those Are The Only Five? What Are The Senses That We Don't Have? What Are We Failing To Perceive?

There Is No Lake At Camp Green Lake.

I Guess What Led To Me Writing 'holes' Was Having Moved To Texas In 1991, And It Was Sort Of My Reaction To Texas.