We are panda-ing on at the Vancouver BC Olympic games! We thought maybe we might be asked to leave after that little “unpleasantness” about the bobsled team, but after all the yelling was over, they decided we could stay for the downhill events. There was a slight misunderstanding about the nature of the Giant Panda slalom event. How were we supposed to know about the requirement that we do it on SKIS!!!!!????? I’ll let you know how we make out in the medals for this event.
Panda On!
Bob
Well it was a proud day for pandas everywhere! Pandas ( that most graceful of animals) have managed to win the gold medal for pair figure skating in Vancouver BC this week. I myself am quite the skater, but I have been unable to participate, due to the fact that I recently got a traffic ticket for “operating a vehicle under the influence of bamboo” last week. How was I to know that the bamboo had fermented? I had my lucky panties packed and ready to go to Vancouver, when I had my unfortunate meeting with the state patrol. How was I to know that cruise control is NOT the same thing as automatic pilot? Anyway, I was turned back at the border, so I just had to watch on TV.
Till next time,
Panda ON
Bob
More from cousin Tai, now living at the panda ranch in China:
Dear Bob, thought you might like to read my diary posts:
Feb. 4th: Boarded plane for China this morning. They didn’t let me bring my laptop or big screen TV. Said the other pandas might be jealous. Knew things were not looking good, when I was shown to my compartment and there was no padded leather seat, or glass of champagne waiting for me. Where’s my warm, moist towelette?
Feb. 6th: Boy I hate these long flights. Had a stop over in Atlanta, to pick up cousin Mei. Boy is she stuck up. She told me the pilot let her steer the plane for a while. That must have been when I got “sick”
Feb 9th: I don’t like it here. The other pandas shortsheeted my bed. They all talk Chinese and get real quiet when I walk by. I think they’re talking about me.
I’ll write again next week ( if I can get time on the communal computer.)
Tai Shan.
Panda On!
Bob
More from cousin Tai, now living at the panda ranch in China:
Dear Bob, thought you might like to read my diary posts:
Feb. 4th: Boarded plane for China this morning. They didn’t let me bring my laptop or big screen TV. Said the other pandas might be jealous. Knew things were not looking good, when I was shown to my compartment and there was no padded leather seat, or glass of champagne waiting for me. Where’s my warm, moist towelette?
Feb. 6th: Boy I hate these long flights. Had a stop over in Atlanta, to pick up cousin Mei. Boy is she stuck up. She told me the pilot let her steer the plane for a while. That must have been when I got “sick”
Feb 9th: I don’t like it here. The other pandas shortsheeted my bed. They all talk Chinese and get real quiet when I walk by. I think they’re talking about me.
I’ll write again next week ( if I can get time on the communal computer.)
Tai Shan.
Panda On!
Bob
I know, I know, Tai Shan’s relocation is for the good of pandas everywhere. Just think, his offspring could be the magic number 300th panda in captivity, thus ensuring pandas continuance and eventual world domination. But that happy day is somewhere in the future. I mean, other than his mom, he’s never even met a girl panda.
Here’s an excerpt from an email he sent me on arriving at his new home in China:
“Dear Bob, It’s all so strange here. I don’t think I’m going to like it here. The other pandas all speak Chinese, and they don’t let me watch my favorite shows on TV whenever I want to like I used to do at home. WE all have to sleep in a big dormitory. What’s THAT all about? Hope they let me come home soon.”
We do too, Tai.
Panda on, BOB
