Tippy's Venezuelan Adventure

Swirlypine once again was trying to catch up with Tippy the Rabbit at his favorite watering hole to see what he thought of Pat Robertson’s latest throught from God. We were curious as we knew that Tippy is a member of the 700 club from way back in the days when he grew up in rural Virginia. It was during his youthful travels throughout the state he was taken under the wing of a Virginia Beach pack of rabbits running wild through the town. Smoking, cussing, hanging with the “bunny’s” was what they did, and, for awhile, Tippy was right in the middle of it until he stumbled onto the campus of Regent University where he met Pat Robertson’s dog, Judas. Judas and Tippy became fast friends and it wasn’t too long before Tippy became a regular guest to the backstage of the 700 club. He was privy to up to date dialogue from prestigious evangelical newsmakers that frequented the program. Eventually Tippy had soaked in enough Gospel that he has become an expert on the good, bad and ugly of it all. That’s all we knew. We knew just enough to be concerned as Tippy doesn’t like to talk too much about that part of his life.

We walked into the bar and were surprised to see no Tippy in his usual saddle.

“Tippy here?” we asked the bartender.

“Not for a week”

“Do you know where we can find him?” we begged nervously.

“I know where, but he swore me to silence.”

Passing a twenty spot onto the table the bartender looked left, right, then motioned from us to come close.

“He’s on his way to Venezuela.” The oversized man whispered.

“Venezuela? What for?.”

“Robertson.”

“Robertson? Uh oh.” We finally started to get it.

“He was in here last week having his regular coke and tonic and smoking his Camels when the news of Robertson’s statement on that mad man in Venezuela came on. Tippy wasn’t himself. Could have swore I saw his eyes tear up. He looked troubled.”

“Poor Tippy.”

“Ya. He must have a soft spot for that Robertson character, cause he put down everything and said he was off to Venezuela to assainate that leader. Told me that you fellas might be coming and told me he would tear my lungs out if I dare say anything.”

“Thanks Joe. We need to find him. Did he take his cell phone?”

“I think so.

“Do you have the number?”

TO BE CONTINUED