Noah’s Diary – Day 39

Man, is it wet out there. This is like the biggest Sea World ever, but without the lineups. Or the attractions…

39 days of rain so far, and the forecast is calling for a cubit or two again tomorrow. Even the pair of fish onboard are starting to tire of precipitation.

After almost 40 days on this ark, I’ve learned one thing – next time around I’ll separate the lions from the antelopes. Mrs. Noah is still trying to get the fur out of the poop deck…

You know, being crammed in here all this time with a variety of unruly animals has given me an idea – a fella could run a ship like this out of ports in Florida, and make a couple of bucks, cruising around the Bahamas. If I convert the grain silo on the aft deck into a casino…

Man, there go those blasted elephants again! If I wanted to hear bad trumpeting, I would have invited my cousin Hugo along…

It’s been so long since I’ve seen dry land, I fear I may never see another McDonald’s again. Oh, how I crave me a Big Fig, with a side order of honey and olive…

I’d better jot a reminder down – next time God floods the world, load a little more hay, and some air freshener. Oy, what a smell down below!

I wonder what’s been happening on Mesopotamia’s Got Talent? I really thought those two lyre players had a good chance of winning, this season.

Oh, brother, another scuffle between the gorillas again. I’d better try and settle things down. What I’d give for just one sunny day this summer!!!

Choweth for noweth…