FROM DOC’S LOON FABLES 20

April 14, 2010

A Portrait of Rembrandt Rembrandt frisked from room to room, banging his tambourine on the top of his head. He larked, clicking his heels. He boomed a bawdy ballad and roared with laughter. He ran outside giggling and destroyed his neighbor’s tulips. Energized, the young artist, sucking on a plum, returned to his easel. He […]

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FROM DOC’S LOON FABLES 19

November 24, 2009

The Painfully Shy Street Performer Franklin Semproch took Zenobia Snowe to be his lawful wedded wife. His farm was small, but not overly grumpy, and there the couple thrived. In time, they welcomed their son Harlan to the tear (tier, not tare) veil, and the circle of their family was complete. Twenty years passed, and […]

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FROM DOC’S LOON FABLES 18

November 12, 2009
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The Impertinent Quince “Are you one of those quinces we’ve heard so much about?” asked one of the avocados pleasantly, just to be polite, just to make the newcomer feel welcome. “What’s it to you?” was the quince’s rude reply. “Is that your skin or did somebody green vomit on you?” “Well, I never!” uttered […]

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FROM DOC’S LOON FABLES 17

November 5, 2009

The Carefree Daffodil “Oh, no! They’re going to pick us! I knew it! I knew it! Oh, no!” trumpeted a daffodil sprouted near the edge of a meadow positively yellow with daffodil blooms. “Who cares?” sniffed a daffodil nearby, head held high while the meadow all around swayed in floral panic. The collectors swept in […]

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FROM DOC’S LOON FABLES 16

October 27, 2009

The Hawk and the Lodgepole Pine “Arp! Arp!” cried the hawk, and he circled to land on the highest branch of a lodgepole pine close by the lake. “What do you know about World War One?” he asked the tree without so much as a ‘How do you do?’ “Huh? What?” responded the tree, its […]

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FROM DOC’S LOON FABLES 15

October 21, 2009
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The Eight of Diamonds “I’ve decided to leave the deck,” announced the eight of diamonds dramatically one evening at the diamond dinner table. Everybody looked at her. “I want to become a bookmark,” she continued, spilling words quickly so as not to be interrupted. “They leave their books lying around open on their faces all […]

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FROM DOC’S LOON FABLES 14

October 11, 2009

The Path and the Fog The path and the fog concocted a plan, a practical joke, to be more precise. It was the path’s idea to mess with the minds of the backpackers camping in the grove. Instead of the usual route to the lake, 4.3 miles as indicated on the signpost at the path’s […]

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FROM DOC’S LOON FABLES 13

October 8, 2009
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Doors When the people had finally gone to wherever it was that they went every day, the door to the bedroom and the door to the hall closet picked up their discussion where they had left it, not missing a beat after the sixteen hours of rigid mandatory silence. “Here’s where you’re wrong,” said the […]

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FROM DOC’S LOON FABLES 12

October 1, 2009

The Nervous Whale The pod moved along in a lazy sort of a comforting calm, all but Betty and her calf. She raced nervously around the pod, orbiting it, so to speak. “Slow down, Ma! Slow down!” complained her little white calf, Richard, as he tried to keep pace. “I can’t! I can’t! I don’t […]

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FROM DOC’S LOON FABLES 11

September 23, 2009

The Continental Divide One day an eight mile long section of the Continental Divide up and tore himself loose from the mountains in Colorado. “I got a hankerin’ to see the Pacific Ocean,” he announced. “Don’t go, Al. What’ll we do without you?” pleaded Brenda, the section of Continental Divide to Al’s left. “You’ll figger […]

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