Hi Piper, I guess I would think about what your interests are and who the
manager's of those departments would be.  Do you like gardening?  I think
Walmart has a gardening department, they will need alot of help in the spring
and summer.

Take care,
Julie

No, I dont but I do work in the electronics dept with alot of lovely tvs
always showing commercials and music videos.

thanks  kev (my dh's name is kevin ).

That's a very good idea for all of us. I keep such a log.

Mary

S/he could be lying of course ... some of us do.

It doesn't take much to keep me occupied for 4-8 days though even though I
don't knit and Spouse does the motor bike (scooter).

I wonder if the child is called Tom ... he was the piper's son you'll
remember. Just in case you don't, and to keep me out of mischief:

Tom, he was a piper's son,
He learnt to play when he was young,
And all the tune that he could play,
Was, "Over the hills and far away.
Over the hills and a long way off,
The wind it blew my top-knot off!"

Then there's Tom, Tom the piper's son,
Stole a pig and away he run;
The pig was eat and Tom was beat
And Tom ran crying down the street.

From Mother Goose Tales:
There was not a worse vagabond in Shrewsbury than old Barney the piper. He
never did any work except to play the pipes, and he played so badly that few
pennies ever found their way into his pouch. It was whispered around that
old Barney was not very honest, but he was so sly and cautious that no one
had ever caught him in the act of stealing, although a good many things had
been missed after they had fallen into the old man's way.

Barney had one son, named Tom; and they lived all alone in a little hut away
at the end of the village street, for Tom's mother had died when he was a
baby. You may not suppose that Tom was a very good boy, since he had such a
queer father; but neither was he very bad, and the worst fault he had was in
obeying his father's wishes when Barney wanted him to steal a chicken for
their supper or a pot of potatoes for their breakfast. Tom did not like to
steal, but he had no one to teach him to be honest, and so, under his
father's guidance, he fell into bad ways.

One morning:

Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
Was hungry when the day begun;
He wanted a bun and asked for one,
But soon found out that there were none.

"What shall we do?" he asked his father. "Go hungry," replied Barney,
"unless you want to take my pipes and play in the village. Perhaps they will
give you a penny."

"No," answered Tom, shaking his head; "no one will give me a penny for
playing; but Farmer Bowser might give me a penny to stop playing, if I went
to his house. He did last week, you know."

"You 'd better try it," said his father; "it 's very uncomfortable to be
hungry."

So Tom took his father's pipes and walked over the hill to Farmer Bowser's
house; for you must know that
Tom, Tom, the piper's son, Learned to play when he was young; But the only
tune that he could play Was "Over the hills and far away." And he played
this one tune as badly as his father himself played, so that the people were
annoyed when they heard him, and often begged him to stop.

When he came to Farmer Bowser's house, Tom started up the pipes and began to
play with all his might.
The farmer was in his woodshed, sawing wood, so he did not hear the pipes;
and the farmer's wife was deaf, and could not hear them. But a little pig
that had strayed around in front of the house heard the noise, and ran away
in great fear to the pigsty.

Then, as Tom saw the playing did no good, he thought he would sing also, and
therefore he began bawling, at the top of his voice,

"Over the hills, not a great ways off, The woodcock died with the
whooping-cough!"

The farmer had stopped sawing to rest, just then; and when he heard the
singing he rushed out of the shed, and chased Tom away with a big stick. The
boy went back to his father, and said, sorrowfully, for he was more hungry
than before, "The farmer gave me nothing but a scolding; but there was a
very nice pig running around the yard." "How big was it?" asked Barney. "Oh,
just about big enough to make a nice dinner for you and me." The piper
slowly shook his head; "'Tis long since I on pig have fed, And though I feel
it 's wrong to steal, Roast pig is very nice," he said.
Tom knew very well what he meant by that, so he laid down the pipes, and
went back to the farmer's house.
When he came near he heard the farmer again sawing wood in the woodshed, and
so he went softly up to the pig-sty and reached over and grabbed the little
pig by the ears. The pig squealed, of course, but the farmer was making so
much noise himself that he did not hear it, and in a minute Tom had the pig
tucked under his arm and was running back home with it.

The piper was very glad to see the pig, and said to Tom, "You are a good
son, and the pig is very nice and fat. We shall have a dinner fit for a
king." It was not long before the piper had the pig killed and cut into
pieces and boiling in the pot. Only the tail was left out, for Tom wanted to
make a whistle of it, and as there was plenty to eat besides the tail his
father let him have it. The piper and his son had a fine dinner that day,
and so great was their hunger that the little pig was all eaten up at one
meal! Then Barney lay down to sleep, and Tom sat on a bench outside the door
and began to make a whistle out of the pig's tail with his pocket-knife.

Now Farmer Bowser, when he had finished sawing the wood, found it was time
to feed the pig, so he took a pail of meal and went to the pigsty. But when
he came to the sty there was no pig to be seen, and he searched all round
the place for a good hour without finding it. "Piggy, piggy, piggy!" he
called, but no piggy came, and then he knew his pig had been stolen. He was
very angry, indeed, for the pig was a great pet, and he had wanted to keep
it till it grew very big. So he put on his coat and buckled a strap around
his waist, and went down to the village to see if he could find out who had
stolen his pig. Up and down the street he went, and in and out the lanes,
but no traces of the pig could he find anywhere. And that was no great
wonder, for the pig was eaten by that time and its bones picked clean.

Finally the farmer came to the end of the street where the piper lived in
his little hut, and there he saw Tom sitting on a bench and blowing on a
whistle made from a pig's tail. "Where did you get that tail?" asked the
farmer. "I found it," said naughty Tom, beginning to be frightened. "Let me
see it," demanded the farmer; and when he had looked at it carefully he
cried out, "This tail belonged to my little pig, for I know very well the
curl at the end of it! Tell me, you rascal, where is the pig?" Then Tom fell
in a tremble, for he knew his wickedness was discovered. "The pig is eat,
your honor," he answered.

The farmer said never a word, but his face grew black with anger, and,
unbuckling the strap that was about his waist, he waved it around his head,
and whack! came the strap over Tom's back. "Ow, ow!" cried the boy, and
started to run down the street. Whack! whack! fell the strap over his
shoulder, for the farmer followed at his heels half-way down the street, nor
did he spare the strap until he had give Tom a good beating.

And Tom was so scared that he never stopped running until he came to the end
of the village, and he bawled lustily the whole way and cried out at every
step as if the farmer was still a his back. It was dark before he came back
to his home, and his father was still asleep; so Tom crept into the hut and
went to bed. But he had received a good lesson and never after that could
the old piper induce him to steal.

When Tom showed by his actions his intention of being honest he soon got a
job of work to do, and before long he was able to earn a living more easily,
and a great deal more honestly, than when he stole the pig to get a dinner
and suffered a severe beating as a punishment.

Tom, Tom, the piper's son
Now with stealing pigs was done,
He 'd work all day instead of play,
And dined on tart and currant bun.

The End.

Hamelin's hero has basis in fact but there weren't any rats ...

Well, all that kept me out of mischief for ten minutes. What next?

Mary

That's not fair! I don't remember getting them <sulk>

Mary