Why did the New Zealand beekeeper climb the highest mountain in the world?
He thought its height might cure his hives?
No. He climbed it because the queen bee he loved promised to marry him if he would conquer Everest. He didn’t realize she meant Dave Everest, the local innkeeper.
I am in the process of going through all of my fantasy stories and polishing them to a brilliant sheen. That is Donkie Ledger up there. He is from the tale, Babbling Jam Hatrack, my current project. The parrot perched on his shoulder is actually the lavender witch of Danken Wood.
The reeling psychotic tossed aside her fishing pole and paused to get her bearings, which had tumbled free when her charm machine smashed to pieces against the antique Sherman tank. Rolling this way and that, the bearings bore down taken from the finest geese. The psychotic scooped the bearings protectively into her mouth and swallowed them, transforming the steel orbs into small birds.
What happens when the loon gets hold of watercolor pencils and acrylic paint
‘For the great plateful of blue water was before her; the hoary Lighthouse, distant, austere, in the midst; and on the right, as far as the eye could see, fading and falling, in soft low pleats, the green sand dunes with the wild flowing grasses on them, which always seemed to be running away into some moon country, uninhabited by man.’
Ginnie ranks high among the landscape describers. She’s generous with her sentences, often feeding them enough words to satisfy 8 or 9 Hemingway efforts.
“A haircut, you say. By God, then, sir, I’ll do my damnedest or die in the attempt.”
It was Henry’s turn to drive, not that it made the least bit of difference. As pilot or as passenger, he battled terror daily upon entering the extended underpass on the way to work. He could think of no obvious rhyme or reason for the phobia. He considered it to be a simple case of car pool tunnel syndrome and left it at that.
“Anger is often the mask of shame,” said the learned frog to the empty shampoo bottle.
“But desire is the quotient of temptation over the availability of a parking space,” responded the bottle.
“Nevertheless, shut up,” commented the frog.
The loon ventured off the mountain for the weekend and saw this.
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5 of 5 stars to The Great Train Robbery by Michael Crichton goodreads.com/review/show/55…
