By Gentle Mousie, Quiet (maybe a little Erudite) Blogger
Good morning friends.
I have decided to QUIT following the QUINTESSENTIAL alphabetical format and take a QUANTUM leap into the latter half of the 26 letters of our alphabet. I can be a little QUIRKY that way. I may be QUIET but I'm also QUICK-witted and I think well-QUALIFIED to write this one as you'll see.
Now, you may disagree with my assessment and think I'm a QUACK but let me QUASH that thought. I have all the QUALIFICATIONS needed to discuss this subject.
Oh, how QUAINT! Now Grammy is QUESTIONING me. Grammy, no need to be in a QUANDRY. Whiskers will QUELL your doubts. She was my guide through the QUAGMIRE of college subjects for a QUADRENNIAL. Yes, I finished my schooling in four years... start to finish. So, no more QUERIES or QUIPS, readers! Let's move along here.
For those who have been following the neverendingly boring tale of the ants you'll be happy to know that it should come to an end by the time this blog is posted. The bug-man had no QUALMS in guaranteeing that the gel he put in strategic places will make the QUEEN and her brood QUEASY. The QUESTING QUORUM of worker ants will have taken their QUOTAS back to the nest where once consumed all will QUIVER as in shrivel up (not to be confused with a QUIVVER of arrows) on QUEUE and die.
Shall we stop QUIBBELING and continue on with our topic of the day? The form of the letter Q is an interesting one. It has a QUEUE at the bottom of its O, just like men of old at the bottom of their pates and like Etude has on the back of his noggin. Check it out in the photo below. Isn't that QUAINT?
And how about that acidic citrusy pear-like fruit, the QUINCE? I've heard that it has a bit of a bite to it and yet they say it is a flavourful preservative. Not sure I'd be too keen on it. It might make me QUEASY. We cats don't like Citrus. But hey, we do like QUICHE - that eggy dish filled with vegetables on a bed of pastry. Yum!
And while we are still on land how about the QUOLL, the catlike carnivorous marsupial with short legs and a white-spotted coat, native to the forests of Australia and New Guinea. Or that geological term QUAQUAVERSAL meaning dipping from a center toward all points of the compass.
Let's leave land and air now and dive into the deep and check out QUAHAUGS... those clams eaten in QUANTITIES by New Englanders until they've each consumed their QUOTA. I hear they bury themselves in the sand (the QUAHAUGS, not the New Englanders). Then, when tides roll out they are plucked from their silica beds and unceremoniously dropped into bubbling-hot cooking pots. Don't you wonder if they QUAKE in their shells when they realize their fate?
So, let's see what other creatures start with the letter Q. There is the QUAIL, kind of a QUASI-partridge. And, another one - the QUETZAL , a bird of Aztec persuasion. If you look closely at my photo above you'll see I was reading about them in the latest QUARTERLY when Sweetie snapped the shot.
Now on to another QUADRANT - we've covered land, sea and air. Next comes way-out-there where there is no air - the realm of QUARKS and QUASARS. Not much more to say about that other than there are many Q words to explain mathematical terms relating to QUANTUM Mechanics but those are out of my realm of expertise.
I think I've dragged this out long enough, don't you? Let me put QUILL to QUIRE and deliver to you a QUATRAIN containing QUOTATION marks before you become QUERULOUS and QUESTION my sanity.
The QUADRAGENARIAN QUAKED, said, "This is QUEER!"
For he just remembered his QUARTERLY rent was due.
In a QUANDRY he combed his QUIFF as he QUAFFED his beer
And QUAVERED, "I don't know what to do."
You might say now that we've reached the end of this blog I was unequivocally QUAQUAVERSAL in my coverage of the letter Q. Then again, you might not. You decide.
Looking forward to your QUESTIONS and/or responses, dear friends.
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