Run #1084 - The Munchkin Run

December 30, 2002

Hares: Gopher Broke and Lost It, with honorary Munchkin Hot On Trail
Where: The Dog and The Duck, 5340 - 2 Street SW
Attendance: 32

It would have helped if the chief Scribble, Dreary, had asked me if I would scribe, before the Run and not as we were ending it, but that is when he asked. So here you have it: a retroactive view of the run.

Those-without-a-Christmas-life accumulated at the Dog and Duck, a pub where you get the feeling you are not in Kansas any more; it's cheery with a peppering of indigenous locals offset by the ambiance of such exotic entities as Bum Titty, Karmasutra, Tiny Bubbles and Hash Test Dummy. Circle up, as usual, was dulcetly announced; we learned, from Mydol, about the next Christmas Hash, about Full Moons from Kawky, Surplus sweats from Twisted and Skiing excursions from ACD.

Skewbic Hair enticed Cathy, a visitor from Montreal into the Centre along with Gopher Broke, an archive. I am sure they were paying close attention as we introduced ourselves. S. Hair then introduced The Hares: Hot on Trail, Lost It and Gopher Broke. It wasn't called the Munchkin Run for no reason. The marks were explained and, once again, everyone was paying attention. Hardly did we need an interpreter for the M's, the M's in circles, and the M's in circles with X's through them. The fact that it had recently snowed did not seem to bother the Hares who had Laid-Em-in-Snow. No doubt they were confident of our amazing tracking abilities.

So we were off to follow the Hash equivalent of the Yellow Brick Road. Having leashed up my version of the Cowardly Lion (Chance), I was heard to say: I thought I was the only dog here. But apparently not because moments later there was Left Bun with The Tin Man (Chase) and, Knobby with the Scarecrow (Sal), yes Sal as in P'Tooey fame. Being at the back and not knowing, at that time, I was a scribe, I can only say there must have been some Dastardly FRB's with Blue Balls and Limp Dicks Bobbin along on the road to OZ.

Sticky Lips used her experience to get us through the Poppy Fields laced with fragrance, On-In, of course, was the logical choice for getting us In-To the Emerald City and Ben-Wa was the perfect negotiator to go up against the Wizard.

And the heels on our magic slippers must have been clicked because we all arrived back in Dog and Ducky Kansas. Apparently, the Wicked Witch of the Neon Strip had survived the fling with the wash water and had concocted a Choir of Jack, the Slippery Snake, Lost in Space and Fuhkawee. The literature of their cacophony has been published separately and is well worth a read.

Bobbin got the Hash Shit for something to do with asking the waitress for a Polaroid of her tits. Lay-em earned a beer for getting older, Cathy was named Cheap Trick, the Munchkin's were thanked for getting us back to Kansas, I got down for not paying attention (I'd found a Peter Gzowski look a like and was conversing with him), Lumberjack was beered for getting lost on trail and Mucky Dip had achieved 50 runs. And thus endeth the Munchkin Run.

ON ON!

My Little Pony


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