Clearly, not a calendar

Hello!?! You, in the pod, it's spring, or hadn't you noticed? And yet you haven't even stirred! C'mon! We're all racked with curiosity! Hatch already!

Something I wouldn't mind seeing emerge from that pod

Pelicans are rather nice, aren't they? And they might be smart. With that huge stretchy bill they could perhaps be taught to carry small packages hither and yon, saving me a bundle in shipping.

Status Update

Pod remains still & closed. Weather is decidedly warmer. What gives?

Yet another thing I would rather not see bursting out of that pod

I don't think this requires any explanation.

Something ELSE I hope is not in the pod

...because I think they're messy & destructive & mean, at least the reptilish green ones. I wasn't allowed to watch the movie as a child, so I'm not 100% sure they came from pods, but it seems like a reasonable origin, don't you think? But hopefully not from a pod like the one I found, because that would totally give me the willies.

Something I hope is NOT in the pod

The very hungry caterpillar is all cute and whatnot, but he's a bit of a waster. I don't want him traipsing through my apartment taking a measly bite or two of everything and then just leaving my produce covered in caterpillar germs. Know what I mean? So I hope the pod is not full of him.

More poddish poetry

The pod! The pod! It is quiet and still
In a jar in the pot where I used to grow dill.
When will it wake?
When will the husk break?
When will the creature inside pay its bill?
You say, "It can’t pay, for it hasn’t got money."
Hasn’t got yet, but just you wait, honey!
It will work, it will toil, it will rush hither and yon,
It will get lots of things done when it’s got its game on.
You wonder who would dare to give it a job?
My, but you’re doubtful, my dear Ichabob!
Pod creatures must earn their gruel and their swill,
And if I have any say, then this one here will.
I have an old friend,
Old Royster McFinn,
McFinn says he knows of a job at the mill.
"The mill!" you exclaim, "but that’s inhumane labor!"
Quite right, but the creature’s inhuman, I’d wager.
You cry "It’s too small!" and there you're quite wrong,
For though tiny right now, it will grow big and strong.
So stop with your dithering, don’t keep on whining,
‘Cause I need to go now and get dressed for dining.
The little pod creature, when it’s healthy, not ill,
With whatever it’s got, such as teeth, claws, or gills,
Will work very well, will work like the dickens,
Whether it’s plumbing or plotting or feeding the chickens.
And when time’s gone by and the plot is all thickened,
The things it has done will instill us with thrills, chills or pills (or chill-pills).

Wherein the size of the pod is further specified

So apparently a lot of you are uncertain about skeleton key sizes. C'mon! That key is the ordinary, standard, and furthermore usual skeleton key size! Nothing could be more typical and clear. Nevertheless, I aim to please, and thus I present an additional means of judging the size of the pod. And that is ChapStick. Plain old cherry flavored ChapStick that you can buy at any store or gas station. You probably have some in your pocket right now. Get it out, take a look, get an idea of the size of this pod. You may wish to dechapify your lips while your at it.

Wherein the size of the pod is disclosed

Many fans of the mysterious pod have written in asking about the size of the pod. I don't have a ruler handy today, but never fear! Here I have placed a key next to the pod so everyone can compare the two at their leisure, and thus get an accurate idea of the size of the pod.

Ta-da!

This is it, ladies and gentlemen: the celebrated mysterious pod in all its raging glory!

Origins

The mysterious pod was found on a clear, sunny morning, hanging from a tree branch along with several brother and sister (or cousin? or unrelated?) pods. So. There you have it. That's where it's from. Or rather, that's where it was found. We really don't know where it's ultimately from, now do we? It's all very, very mysterious.

Wherein a pod is found.

There once was a man named Sycamore Todd
Who, whilst walking to church, encountered a pod!
Why was it there?
What is inside?
Whatever it is, it is probably odd.


Actually, there's no such person (to my knowledge) as Sycamore Todd. But there is a pod, and I found it while walking to church. And I don't know what's in it or who put it there. This blog endeavors to answer those and many other questions.