Monday, June 02, 2008

A Short Etymological Discourse



Hi, I'm Maurice the friendly word toad! Today we're going to discuss the word bindle! A bindle is what hobos carry over their shoulders!

No, not children!

No, not your furniture!

No, not virgins!

Okay, maybe we've got the wrong idea. A bindle, as we all know, is a little knap-sack at the end of a stick, lovingly tied so that all the aforementioned things can't get out of the bag. See? But what are the origins of such a word? Bindle is quite a nonsensical word, but as we will see, when you've a magical singing toad on your side, the origins of no word are beyond your grasp! Just repeat after me:

"I like words! They are fun!
cook them in the oven until they're done!
I like toad! I like toad's eggs!
I promise never to eat toad's legs!"

WoOoOoWwOwOwOwOwOwOoWoWoWoWoWoWoOoOOw! That rhyme sure did work, didn't it?

Okay, so it didn't. But only now, after you have learned humility by chanting a ridiculous poem in public, can you learn the true beginnings of the word bindle.

You see, the root of bindle is, as you might have previously imagined, bind. This, in turn, directs us to the practicew of binding things. Like hobos. To railroad tracks. To kill them. IT'S NOT A CRIME IF AN ANIMAL DOES IT
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