Travel Photos: Angry Pear on the train to Toronto

“When I was in Palestine, they shot at us. I couldn’t believe what was happening. They confiscated all the cell phones, all communication.”

“Mm hmm. Yep. Oh today, the youth today. They’re sooo progressive. The brightest students in my classes—they’re left. Not left in a traditional sense, but progressive. Used to be the conservative kids who were the brightest.”

“Oh yeah. Oh no. I’m on the train now. This is the best pre-interview I’ve ever had.”

There can be only Pear!

 

He is immortal. Harvested in the highlands of Scotland over 400 years ago, he is not alone. There are others like him. Some good, some rotten. For centuries, he has battled the forces of darkness with the holy fruit bowl his only refuge. He cannot die, unless you take his stem and with it, his power. In the end, there can be only one.

May it be Duncan McPear, The Highlander.

 

Pear Vs. the Triathlon Part 4

Click to read parts 1, 2 and 3

When we last left off, poor pear was stuck!

Thankfully, some of the other pears competing in the triathlon came to her rescue.

They pulled very hard, and eventually, she was free.

Number 11 was not as lucky.

To Be Continued…