Postcards from The Pug Bus

Lifting a satirical leg on popular culture

Persons in the Ether

Question of the Week

Would you rather live in a treehouse or in a cave?

Lorraine Mudgett, 61, municipal permit folder

Allegedly residing at 27 Wren Ladder Road, Scranton, PA

Treehouse. At least when society collapses, I’ll have a view. A cave feels like giving up with stone furniture.

Calvin Tress, 48, assistant pudding logistics coordinator

Allegedly found at 904 Fern Sink Lane, Tulsa, OK

Cave. No gutters, no ladders, no raccoons judging my curtains. Humanity went indoors for a reason, even if it has since misused the privilege.

Denise Palko, 36, freelance receipt interpreter

Allegedly located at 116 Mossy Bureau Avenue, Boise, ID

Treehouse. A cave says “feral emergency.” A treehouse says “whimsical emergency,” which feels slightly better on a lease application.

Flash

A Shaggy Dog Story

1 year philmaggitti 50-Word Stories, dog

A red-and-white scruffy dog racing toward the camera. — “Billy in search of the holy grail of bones.”

Billy, a scruffy terrier, embarked on an epic quest to find a mystical, enchanted bone rumored to grant eternal joy. Through muddy fields and dark alleys he roamed, overcoming obstacles and adversaries. At last, beneath a weathered bench, he found a dirty, slightly chewed, ordinary bone–definitely anticlimactic, yet curiously satisfying.

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