Tucker: The Story of a Young Boy.

By: Daddy (Marc Bayne), Papa & Nani Coleman (Rick & Barb Coleman)

Tucker was a young boy.
One day he tried a pickle. It was a sour pickle. Then he was

Tucker PUCKER.

To get the sour taste out of his mouth, he asked his mother for some candy. She gave him a lollipop. Then he was

Tucker Pucker SUCKER.

Upon getting the lollipop, he decided to go outside. Some men were working on the house and had a board across the entrance of the house. The young boy had to get low to run beneath it. Then he was

Tucker Pucker Sucker DUCKER.

Running underneath the board with a lollipop in his mouth, he was not paying attention to where he was going. He ran right into a puddle of mud. Then he was

Tucker Pucker Sucker Ducker MUCKER.

Someone came with an 18-wheeler to deliver some supplies to the men working on the house. The young boy asked his mother if he could go for a ride. The driver also said that would be fine, so the young boy climbed into the 18-wheeler. Then he was

Tucker Pucker Sucker Ducker Mucker TRUCKER.

The driver had a bag of chocolate covered grasshoppers. He gave one to the young boy. The young boy tried the chocolate covered grasshopper, but it tasted terrible. Then he was

Tucker Pucker Sucker Ducker Mucker Trucker YUCKER.

He asked the driver to stop and climbed out of the truck to get some fresh air. Some flowers were growing on the side of the road. He decided to pick some for his mother. Then he was

Tucker Pucker Sucker Ducker Mucker Trucker Yucker PLUCKER.

While he was picking some flowers, he saw a four-leafed clover. Then he was

Tucker Pucker Sucker Ducker Mucker Trucker Yucker Plucker LUCKER.

It happened that the flowers and clover were right next to a field of corn. The young boy really liked corn on the cob, and the corn in the field appeared to be ripe. He picked an ear and began to pull off the leaves. Then he was

Tucker Pucker Sucker Ducker Mucker Trucker Yucker Plucker Lucker SHUCKER.

When he had cleaned off the corn cob, he found that instead of a beautiful ear of corn, it was full of earwigs, which had eaten all the good kernels. He threw the corn cob with the earwigs back into the field. Then he was

Tucker Pucker Sucker Ducker Mucker Trucker Yucker Plucker Lucker Shucker CHUCKER.

When he threw the corn cob back into the field, he didn't notice the hole in the ground before him. He stepped forward and his foot became caught in the hole. Then he was

Tucker Pucker Sucker Ducker Mucker Trucker Yucker Plucker Lucker Shucker Chucker STUCKER.

Fortunately, the driver of the 18-wheeler helped the young boy get his foot out of the hole. The driver said it was time to take him back home, but if he would pick a few ears of corn and clean them for him, the driver would give the young boy four quarters. Then he was

Tucker Pucker Sucker Ducker Mucker Trucker Yucker Plucker Lucker Shucker Chucker Stucker BUCKER.

The young boy picked four good ears of corn and cleaned them on the way home and got his four quarters. When he went inside, his mother asked him to check on the hens in the hen house (of course they had a hen house). The young boy liked the hens, and would often pretend to be one of the hens when he checked on them. Then he was

Tucker Pucker Sucker Ducker Mucker Trucker Yucker Plucker Lucker Shucker Chucker Stucker Bucker CLUCKER.

By this time, the young boy was so tired that he was ready for a nice, long nap. He left the hen house and washed up at the hose outside. Then he went inside with a big yawn. His mother picked him up and laid him down in is his bed. Then she put the covers over him. His mother looked at him and knew he was just plain

TUCKER.


THE END.

ESNG (AI-Edition) - The solution to a quandary

To all devoted readers of the ESNG (AI-Edition),

  The thoroughly investigative reporters of the ESNG (AI-Edition), in interviewing the illustrious warehouse manager (who else could it be but the Brian, king-of-all-things-Brian), were presented with the following quandary:

"The problems always occur on days that end in y." 

Word of this matter reached the ears of the editor in chief of the ESNG (AI-Edition). After looking up the definition and spelling of the word "quandary" he took this matter home to his children, with whom commenced a decidedly in-depth discussion on this quirky quandary.

The result of said conversation was this conclusion:

1. Monday and Friday end in y. Wait, all the days of the week end in y. However, in German and in Spanish, the days of the week do not end in y. Therefore, the first plan of action in solving this matter is to carry on all warehouse activities in a foreign language in which the days of the week do not end in y. 
2. If the first plan of action does not result in an obvious and full solution, then that leads us to conclude that a rose by any other name is still a rose. ie. It doesn't matter what they end in, the days of the week at fault are always faulty and will remain faulty whether or not they end in y. Thus the second plan of action is to remove the faulty days of the week. On what days do the problems occur? Remove those days from the equation. Problem solved.
3. If the second plan of action does not lead to a problem-free path, then it is possible that the lone voice belonging to one of the children on the other side of the table was right when he attempted to interject that people are the problem and not the days of the week or the letter in which they end. Of course this line of thinking is absurd from beginning to end and I only include as a source of levity in the midst of such a serious and trying concern. 

The editors, writers and reporters of the ESNG (AI-Edition) do look forward to the implementation of the above plans of action (particularly the first one) and the ensuing interviews of people experiencing problem-free weeks in problem-free workplaces. 

If you have read this far, then thank you once again for being a devoted and committed reader of the ESNG (AI-Edition).

ESNG (AI-Edition) - A Parable

Dear Readers of the ESNG (AI-Edition),

  As the editor of such a fine publication read by such fine people, I search high and low for fine stories that will benefit the fine palates of such fine readers. Such stories are especially prized when they speak to current situations.

What a surprise it was to myself when I realized that one such story was a simple narrative from my own experiences from years of yore.

Without much further ado, the story will soon find its place on the page below.


A PARABLE

As a child,

I had a neighbor whose name was Truman. I called him Tru for short.

He was a wasp.

Tru was not very nice. He often stung me.

We grew up and went our separate ways.

Years later I met a winged insect who claimed to be my old neighbor Tru.

I wasn't sure if it was him.

This insect was too nice. He didn't once sting me during our conversation.

Finally, he confessed that he wasn't my old neighbor and wasn't even a wasp.

He was actually a honey bee.


Moral: If it sounds too good to be Tru, it must bee.

ESNG (AI-Edition) - Merry Christmas

To the holiday readers of the ESNG (AI-Edition),

  I’ll keep it short. This afternoon, I saw a real life reindeer in the Novi warehouse. The intrepid reporters of the ESNG were, of course, able to document this Aaah-mazing occurrence. While readers of other gazettes might question such a sighting, and wonder at the lack of fur on the reindeer in question (particularly on its head), the faithful and knowledgeable readers of the ESNG (AI-Edition) have no problem calling a reindeer a reindeer.

As I said, I’ll keep this short. Here is the reindeer:

                             A real life reindeer

Merry Christmas from all your favorite staff of the ESNG.

Signing off,

Marc Bayne

Managing Editor - ESNG (AI-Edition)

The ESNG (AI-Edition) is a subsidiary of the ESNG. 

ESNG (AI-Edition) - Justin the Brave and his battle wound

August 30, 2017

To all Faithful Readers of Our Faithfully Researched Stories,

  This morning, heading to my desk in the warehouse, I saw a bandage on Justin’s finger. He relayed to me the events surrounding the appearance of the bandage on his finger and the five stitches said bandage concealed. Being the type of newsworthy news we aim to present to our newsworthy-news-hungry readers, the story is now presented to you.

Yesterday, Justin the Brave was out with his fellow soldier Mel the Valiant. They were fighting the evil foes of the fast, friendly, and amazing King Applied Imaging.

During the course of their soldiering, Justin the Brave, with a heart of compassion, began to help a lowly MP305 (a small copy machine). Unknown to our mighty soldiers, this MP305 was actually one of the slothfully dangerous servants of the evil tyrant prince, Tardiness. Pulling out a hidden blade, the evil MP305 cut deeply into the finger of Justin the Brave. In one united fast and amazing move (though perhaps not so friendly), Mel the Valiant and Justin the Brave quickly finished off the dastardly MP305.

Justin the Brave was now bleeding badly from the cruel cut in his finger. Mel the Valiant helped Justin (tB) onto his trusty steed, and together they set off for a healer of wounds. How fortunate they were. In a short time they discovered the lovely nurse Concentra, who safely sewed up Justin’s (tB) wound. Five stitches closed up the reminder of their recent battle.

In spite of his wound and the cruel betrayal of someone he was trying to help, Justin the Brave is still a “Cut above the rest.”

I hope this story has left you in stitches.

(Can you hear us laughing?)

ESNG (AI-Edition) - proof at last about the superiorness of the factualnessness of sayings used in stories

August 29, 2017

To all historic readers of the ESNG (AI-Edition), including those who might have heard these stories before,

  Many of you may have heard the story of the scar on my head and why it needed 15 stitches to close up the original wound.

As a quick refresher, around 20 years ago, on the way to NJ for an annual family vacation to Ocean City, we took the mountain highways instead of the turnpike through Pennsylvania. Stopping for a rest on the side of the road, I went for a short walk in the hills, where I found a berry bush. When the bush began to rustle, I looked up to see a very unhappy bear looking back at me from the other side of berry bush. The claw of the bear cut my scalp as it swung its large paw. Remembering the old saying, “Hit a bear on its nose, it will run away on its toes,” I wound up. As the bear rushed toward me finish me off, I let fly and caught it right on its nose. The bear’s eyes grew big as saucers. It turned on its heels and ran. I made it back to the car where my mother, who always carries a needle and thread, sewed up the gash on my head with 15 stitches.

That’s the story of the scar on my head. (For the facts of the actual event, ask me some time, but this is the story about it.)

It always seemed that the most unbelievable part of the story was the “hit a bear on its nose” saying, that is, until recently. Browsing through the headlines of the BBC News website last week, I came across the following headline (with quotes below).

A black bear got punched after entering a Canadian home

“A Canadian man had to punch a black bear in the nose to force it outside after it followed a toddler into a British Columbia family's home.”

“There was a brief stand-off with the bear as it stood in the house's doorway before the friend threw the punch. The blow made the brazen bear retreat outside, where it pawed at the door and chewed the screen.”

From BBC News. August 22, 2017

For all you doubters out there, game, set, match.

Signing off,

Marc Bayne

Managing Editor - ESNG (AI-Edition)

The ESNG (AI-Edition) is a subsidiary of the ESNG.

ESNG (AI-Edition) - History Lesson

July 20, 2017

Nosey News-reading Perusers of Pertinent News and Facts Factually Found in the ESNG (AI-Edition),

  While the editors of the ESNG (AI-Edition) push their reporters to bring the latest breaking news to our readers, at times we see the need to visit the past with its wooden barrel of timeless lessons just waiting to be cracked open and poured over the heads of our modern readers. Today’s article will take us on just such a journey to the past.

(Cue “Little House on the Prairie” theme music.)

Way back when in the 19^th Century (that is the 1800’s for those who are “-th-century”-challenged), the large Dakota Territory of the United Stated was broken into smaller pieces. One of those pieces became the state of North Dakota with it prairies stretching as far as the eye could see. The tough-rooted prairie grass hid a rich soil beneath for those willing to do the work.

The story of North Dakota must include the buffalo (actually called bison). Around the 1890’s, the buffalo were nearly gone. Hunting had reduced their population to less than 1000. While such determined hunting  of the buffalo lead to their near-extinction, it proved to be a boon for another creature that made its home in the prairie grass of North Dakota (that creature is the hook of this article).

In the 1890’s, the government offered tracts of land free to men able to farm the land. It was hard work. The prairie grass had deep, heavy roots. As the sod was slowly overturned, it was used to build sod houses on the treeless prairie. Hard work revealed a rich soil underneath, waiting to become the breadbasket of the United States.

With such a fertile soil able to enrich any farmer with strength and a will, why did the government offer free land in North Dakota? What kept farmers from flocking to this new state (admitted to the union in 1889)?

Prairie Sharks! The large herds of buffalo thundering through the prairie grass kept the prairie sharks at bay. Many were trampled by the massive buffaloes. While the buffalo population was large, the prairie sharks were a poorly funded side-show on the circus of the prairie. As the buffalo population speedily decreased during the 19^th century, the prairie shark population increased exponentially. At first there were rare sightings of them by hunters from the East come to hunt the mighty buffalo. Rumors and whispers spread through the Midwest and Eastern States. By 1889, when North Dakota became a state, every child to the East had learned fear through the stories of the prairie sharks.

This is the real reason many would-be pioneers avoided North Dakota with its rich land. This is the real reason land was given away free. Only the brave dared think about moving there. It was the free land that finally brought settlers to North Dakota. 

For the first several years of statehood, the settlers had their hands full combating the prairie sharks. They generally preyed on small animals. One year it seemed like not one single goat could be found in North Dakota. Sadly, the prairie sharks were even known to attack unsuspecting children who wandered too far from the security of the house and barnyard.

The prairie shark usually travels alone. However, when the prairie sharks gathered in schools (though this seldom occurred), they were deadly. One Summer in 1892, a whole community disappeared when a school of prairie sharks formed in that area. Informed of this tragedy by the lone survivor, the state militia was assembled to hunt down and destroy this school of prairie sharks. The militia succeeded, but not without casualties (it was during this campaign that General Custard lost his right hand to a bull prairie shark).

Prairie sharks have gills, but their gills are adapted to allow them to extract oxygen from the blades of the prairie grass. They often grow to be the size of a large dog, though reports of much larger prairie sharks were reported before their population was brought under control. As concern for buffaloes increased along with their population, the prairie sharks were slowly trampled back. A very intentional prairie shark hunting campaign in the first decade of the 20^th Century also helped to beat back the tide of this most pestiferous pest.

Today, most people in the United States have not heard of prairie sharks. A few years back, the T.V. show X-Files had an episode about them, but few were convinced. Though almost unheard of now, they are not extinct. North Dakota to this day still finds occasion to offer land free.

And that is the rest of the story.

ESNG (AI Edition) - Dangers of Pride

April 24, 2017

Dear Readers,

  Many people have warned of the dangers of pride throughout the centuries. Few take to heart those warnings until it is too late. The recent events described in this article only prove this once again.

This story picks up following the exciting events of the AI 2017 Tech Olympics. Of the members of the winning team, the Mean Machine, one member, standing too high, was destined for a fall. Yes, I am speaking of Marc, that famous setup tech who brought home four medals from the April 22, 2017 games. Pride was oozing from his pores as he walking into the warehouse Monday morning wearing all four medals around his neck.

Pride, known to blind even the wisest of men, lead Marc to do his work still wearing his medals.

Too little too late did he realize his folly. A wise man wrote long ago that pride comes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall. If only he had taken it to heart. The very medals, of which Marc was so proud, were his downfall…

Caught by his pride (and his medals), Marc’s short career as a setup tech at Applied Imaging was over. A wide format machine box was still available for his burial. When asked for a comment, Marc’s co-worker K. wiped away his tears as he assured me that they were tears of laughter and not tears of sorrow.

We caution all our readers to learn from the mistakes of others. Don’t let this happen to you.

Thanks,

Marc

ESNG (AI Edition) - Warning: Cannibal Bunnies

April 20, 2017

WARNING!! WARNING!!

  Perhaps you are wondering what danger could merit capital letters with exclamation marks. The following story will make clear to all ESNG (AI Edition) readers that this is no needless alarm. Read with caution, as the following story involves violence and death.

Finding the true beginning of any story is no easy task. Not wanting to wear out your patience, we will begin with a bunny.

This bunny was a happy bunny, but also a naïve bunny. This poor, unsuspecting bunny did not take time to wonder about the group of bunnies that invited him for dinner.

“Come on over,” they said.

“It’ll be a fun time,” they said with their smooth tongue-edness. “Ha ha.” The laughter rang as the bunny gathered at the table with his new, though oddly shaped, bunny friends. The invited bunny smiled the smile of the ignorant. He still didn’t realize who had invited him, or what was to soon follow.

If only he had measured twice and cut once. Alas, our simple bunny friend soon discovered too late that he was in the house of CANNIBAL BUNNIES!!! (Yes, there are three exclamation marks there.) If only he had used his head…

 …but now it was too late. The Cannibal Bunnies removed his head, perhaps to be used for leftovers, or perhaps for a special bunny-head dessert. In a short time, the Cannibal Bunnies could be seen enjoying their specially invited guest.

While it is clearly too late for our bumbling bunny friend to learn a helpful lesson, each of you, dear readers, can take warning. Beware of the CANNIBAL BUNNIES. If they invite you over for dinner, use your head, otherwise they may use your head instead – for dessert.

Thanks,

Marc

ESNG (AI Edition) - Secret Lives of the Setup Techs - Episode 4

April 18, 2017

To All Setup Techs Everywhere,

  In the last month, K. and Marc were exposed as being vampire-setup techs. They were lead to believe that Applied Imaging still had a place for them. Little did they know that it was all a trick. Their own manager was plotting against them, and would use his setup techs, one of them in particular, as his tool of betrayal. Wood stakes were carved by the very hand of their manager. Those stakes were then kept for an opportune time in the GR setup room by the oldest and wisest of the GR setup techs. When K. and Marc arrived Thursday, the day of their supposed team outing, they discovered that they had really arrived at their doom. It didn’t take long until…

…the deed was done. It appears that the vampire-setup techs are no more.

It is with sorrow in our heart and tears in our eyes that we close this episode of Secret Lives of the Setup Techs. This episode was brought to you by Kleenex, a company which wipes tears as well as noses.

Thanks,

Marc

ESNG (AI Edition) - Secret Lives of the Setup Techs - Episode 3

April 12, 2017

To all subscribers (willing or otherwise) to the ESNG (AI Edition),

  The secret lives of setup techs continue to be exposed. Since the time he first saw Marc’s face, B.M. has been searching the internet. “I know that face from somewhere.”
 

He knew that when he found what he was looking for, it would be obvious. After weeks of intense research, B.M. has finally uncovered Marc’s secret identity:

Captain Obvious.

B.M., being the upstanding manager that he is, didn’t use this information to blackmail Marc. He knew that the truth must come out. People have a right to know. So he emailed the picture so that it would be publicly posted in the warehouse in Novi.

When the intrepid ESNG reporter asked Marc for a comment for this article, he said, “Captain Obvious, now that’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time, a long time. Do I know Captain Obvious? Of course I know him. He’s me.”

Thanks,

Marc

ESNG (AI Edition) - Secret Lives of the Setup Techs - Episode 2

April 10, 2017

To All Concerned Setup Techs Out There (and perhaps a few other discerning readers of important information),

  Approximately two weeks ago, this very gazette (that’s what the “G” stands for in ESNG in the subject line) published an article exposing K.’s double life as a vampire and a setup tech. K. thought he could hide his secret, but the intrepid reporters of the ESNG always get to the heart of every issue.

However, since the time of that ground-breaking article, I have not been able to sleep well. A guilty conscience is a poor sleeping pill. So now I must come clean. I have a confession to make. The truth is –

– I am a vampire-setup-tech, too. It is with great relief that I finally confess this, as trying to live a secret life is such a trying burden each and every day.

I have already let S. know about this. She has been very supportive and has told me that as long as we refrain from biting co-working (and get fang-dulling dental surgery before the company meeting), Applied Imaging will always have a place for us.

What a wonderful company to work for!

I hope you have enjoyed this in depth and heart-felt report on the secret lives of the setup techs.

Thanks,

Marc

ESNG (AI-Edition) - Secret Lives of Setup Techs - Episode 1

March 27, 2017

To any concerned setup technicians, and others,

  This morning, K.'s secret life was finally uncovered, or rather unboxed.

It seems that he leads a double life - A setup tech by day and a vampire by night. This morning, those two worlds finally collided. Thankfully (for K. especially), Applied Imaging has a place under its roof even for vampire-technicians.

Sleep well, K., or should I say, Count K.

Thanks,

Marc

ESNG (AI-Edition) - Running Out of Gas

March 15, 2017

To all the setup techs out there, and maybe a few others,

  My cousin K. was over in Novi yesterday and today working with M. making deliveries. It was K. that brought me news of a certain setup tech (who shall continue to remain nameless) that ran out of gas Monday morning (it is possible that said unnamed setup tech had enough gas for normal weather, but the sudden onslaught of snow with its consequences to the road caused an abnormally higher use of gas).

K. finished the deliveries today around 1pm. Soon after that he said goodbye and headed for home on the West side of the state. Well, it seems too good to be true. Somewhere between Lansing and Lowell, not too far from M-66, he ran out of gas.

There he was, stranded on the side of the road. His family wasn't available until later to help him. Just as K. was about to call M.R. (the hero from Monday), who should pull over in his Ford Superduty pickup truck but James Robert Dunby. He offered K. a ride, so K. climbed inside. As they pulled away, K. almost jumped out of his seat as a large pink pig stuck its nose into the open back window of the cab and oinked a few times. "My friends call me Jim-Bob, and this here is my prize pig Lulu. I'm taking Lulu into town for her monthly manicure and pedicure." Of course K. asked, "Jim-Bob, wouldn't Lulu be getting just a pedicure? Don't you need hands to get a manicure." Jim-Bob's response of "What do you mean?" seemed to put an end to any further discussion on this particular topic.

Though the pig's appointment didn't provide unlimited time to help for Mr. Dunby, he still was happy to drop K. off at his house, which was on the way. He was so kind to K., that K. would not get out of that Ford Superduty pickup truck until Jim-Bob agreed to come by Friday for some smoked beef for dinner. It looks like K. has a new friend.

I am thankful for people like James Robert Dunby and like M.R. who see a person in need and go out of their way to help.

Well, that's done. I hope that you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed making it up. (K. did help fill in a few of the details of the event.)   ;-)

Thanks,

Marc

ENSG (AI-Edition) - HERO Award

March 14, 2017

To the setup team(s) of Applied Imaging, but especially to M.R.,

  My cousin K. is with us here in Novi for a couple days making deliveries with M. This morning he informed me that one of the setup techs from Novi ran out of gas on his way to GR for Ricoh certification training. (I won’t name any names.) K. then went on to tell me that one M.R. saved the day. He left the security of the distribution center to help a fellow setup tech in need. For such actions, I, a fellow setup tech, want to confer upon M.R. Hero Status for Monday, March 13, 2017.

I would also like to suggest that any setup techs that might be making a trip between GR and the Metro Detroit area this week might want to fill up their gas tank before said trip. Again, I won’t name any names, because I do not want to embarrass anyone.

Thanks,

Marc

ESNG (AI-Edition) - Novi Setup is better that GR setup

May 6, 2017

Grand Rapids setup team,

We wanted to show you how innovative we are over here in Novi. We recently set up a wide format machine, that came with two hand tools for installation.

As you can see from the pictures, we quickly discovered how to speed up the assembly of the machine by using our drills.

We’re happy to give you guys some tips if you are interested in implementing the same methods for your setup work there.

Thanks,

Marc