There once was a man who laid antennas down on the ground in his spare time. The antenna did not have any significant purpose but this fellow who we will call Ogreen was busy with buying many of them and putting them all around town on the ground. He did not care if people stepped on them although I am quite sure he never wished that anyone might actually slip and fall from walking on one. Nor would he wish another person to trip on one I would think. But that said, he could never stop laying down the antennas that he liked to buy and employ to make sure that no one forgot that he was indeed someone who had walked through the town or other places.
One day, Ogreen was sadly mistaken and laid an antenna on my favorite rose bush. I was not too pleased, but I let him do it. I was glad that he had visited me and if that was what Ogreen needed to do, I was fine with letting him do so. But as the years went on, Ogreen wanted some of his antenna back. I was ok with that too. But I never heard from Ogreen again.
Ogreen went on to own a large oyster farm that he liked to tend with his new fascination for antennas being used to pick oysters out of the sea. That worked fine. We did not see much of Ogreen after that. But it is said that if you want to catch a good radio wave and you are eating oysters, you might just hear Ogreen singing Hallelujah at the top of his lungs.
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