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It happens to you when you least expect it, like finding a $20 bill in your jean back pocket. The Lady seems to always find money. Last year we were out for a walk around the block and she saw green glistening from the bushes. It was a downed mylar shamrock balloon and at the end of the string was a rolled up note with a $1 bill. The note read, “LUCKY YOU!”

Well we went out for a saturday morning walk over by the golf course near to the house and as we were crossing the parking lot I spotted it. Against the blacktop landscape it had the appearance of a flying saucer but I knew it was definately, of this world. I ran out ahead to the end of my retractable leash and could now see the object in full delicious view. It was simply, a pancake, puffy and golden brown, and slightly round. But was this just any pancake? Ohhh nooo! It was HUGEaMONGUS! And, untouched by any knife, fork or mouth. It was a “random” pancake and it was all mine, mine, mine!!!

Elvis…EL-vis…ELVIS!!!
<faint voice at the other end of the retractable leash>

HUH?
WHAT?! I replied.

What the? Is that a pancake?
<faint voice getting louder>

Yup. a random one, I replied.
The odd thing is that this pancake was totally solitary. No syrupy residue, no plate or napkin nearby. Who made it? Where did it come from? Did it just fall from the sky? Who would be crazy enough to abandon it?

I want to sink my teeth into it right now…
No…save it…
No…eat it…
Save…eat…save…

ELVIS!!! Let’s go!
<now…not so faint agitated voice at the other end of the retractable leash>

I tried to grab it but it slipped away as The Lady swept me up in her arms and whisked me off.

Now when out on walks I keep a keen eye for another totally fab flapjack like that one in the parking lot, but then this wouldn’t be the story of the random pancake.

Original posting 2006-08-18 13:29:17