Canadian_Cowgirl put me onto a sheep/VT maple sugaring site and I thought this exchange below was cute and interesting. Just wondering if any of you have a possum in YOUR pants cause we don't:
"One day back during sugaring, a couple from New Zealand visited our sugar
house. I welcomed them, recognizing their accent early in our
conversation. They were fascinated by the maple process, literally a world
detached from their sheep and cattle back home. One thing led to another
and, before long, we were talking about New Zealand's thriving sheep
industry. Being farm people, they were full of facts and figures. We were,
in fact, feeling quite satisfied with our little "cultural exchange" when I
said something stupid: I said I had no use for wool because it's so itchy
and heavy. The woman looked at me as though I had just doused her with hot
maple syrup--I sensed a sticky situation ahead. She reached into her
trousers, stretched a six inch section of her undergarment toward me and
said in her stern New Zealand voice: "Wool's neither itchy nor heavy--feel
it, mate." I looked at her husband, speaking of "mates," before I
considered feeling his wife's underpants. He smiled with that "you'd
better do what she says" sort of look. I slowly reached out and felt the
softest, silkiest fabric that ever snuggled an ample set of hips. I wanted
a pair for myself.
She said it was made from choice Marino wool and, are you ready for
this...road-kill 'possum. That's right, 'possum fur. "There's a 'right
devilish' population of the varmits back home," she said," and they offer
a bounty to those who bring them in, road-kill or otherwise. They put 'em
through a chicken plucker and weave their fur into this wool." She offered
a touch to everyone else in the sugarhouse before she tucked herself back
in.
I've since thought a lot about that nice couple and our little exchange.
It seems absurd that we've lost our Vermont sheep industry, especially now
that I know how versatile wool is. In fact, I'm thinking of introducing a
new product line to these parts: It's to be called "'Possum-in-your-Pants"
undergarments. "
"One day back during sugaring, a couple from New Zealand visited our sugar
house. I welcomed them, recognizing their accent early in our
conversation. They were fascinated by the maple process, literally a world
detached from their sheep and cattle back home. One thing led to another
and, before long, we were talking about New Zealand's thriving sheep
industry. Being farm people, they were full of facts and figures. We were,
in fact, feeling quite satisfied with our little "cultural exchange" when I
said something stupid: I said I had no use for wool because it's so itchy
and heavy. The woman looked at me as though I had just doused her with hot
maple syrup--I sensed a sticky situation ahead. She reached into her
trousers, stretched a six inch section of her undergarment toward me and
said in her stern New Zealand voice: "Wool's neither itchy nor heavy--feel
it, mate." I looked at her husband, speaking of "mates," before I
considered feeling his wife's underpants. He smiled with that "you'd
better do what she says" sort of look. I slowly reached out and felt the
softest, silkiest fabric that ever snuggled an ample set of hips. I wanted
a pair for myself.
She said it was made from choice Marino wool and, are you ready for
this...road-kill 'possum. That's right, 'possum fur. "There's a 'right
devilish' population of the varmits back home," she said," and they offer
a bounty to those who bring them in, road-kill or otherwise. They put 'em
through a chicken plucker and weave their fur into this wool." She offered
a touch to everyone else in the sugarhouse before she tucked herself back
in.
I've since thought a lot about that nice couple and our little exchange.
It seems absurd that we've lost our Vermont sheep industry, especially now
that I know how versatile wool is. In fact, I'm thinking of introducing a
new product line to these parts: It's to be called "'Possum-in-your-Pants"
undergarments. "