Soap Box Chatter
I
thought we all needed a break on topics that we had to respond to - so this
week I decided to include a Say Anything ‘non topic’. Here, feel free to
discuss whatever comes to your mind. You may also include short stories, essays
or poetry. Some suggestions would be your most embarrassing moment, worst date,
best date, memories from your youth, current events, politics well... you get
the point. I am confident everyone has something to say about anything. Go
ahead pull a few of those thoughts out of your head; I'm sure it has been
sitting for awhile just waiting for you to step up to the soap box and blurt it
out for the public to hear. So unburden the heavy minds and let's share our
thoughts!
First I'd like to thank our 3 new followers ..Fallen, Mike and Dan for joining our Blog. We hope to hear from you soon in our comments section. Also please excuse the background drop as I am just learning how to do web design and my partner kinda rushed to help me out. Not my choice to go with the picture but I'll try to correct this soon.
ReplyDeleteFor those who need updating the 'partner' is me and yes I admit the background was rushed and therefore clashing so lady cross has managed to do it all by herself and produce this wonderful pink backdrop...the men onboard will have to swallow their male instincts and pretend it's all just a dream. But given our thoughts on dreaming this one seems strangely real. May I add a welcome to those who have joined and to annamay most recently. We look forward to hearing your thoughts especially on this post which gives us all freedom to move somewhat...as long as your dressed in pink that is :)
ReplyDeleteVery cheeky comment Mr. Black..and with that said a very warm welcome to AnnaMay ! So glad to have you join us .We most certainly needed the women on here and I am sure they just love the pink colors. Soon we shall take over and have frills and hearts and flowers for backgrounds. Besides now we can see who talks more, the women or the men. Although I doubt anyone will come close to our rambling man Puppet Master.
DeleteIf we can't think of anything...How about the price of fuel?? That should start a conversation..or would everyone rather hear of my blind date with a midget in college?
ReplyDeleteDo tell...we are all ears
DeleteA midget...really?? lol Can't wait to hear about this.
DeleteI suppose I have to be PC on this so let's call the guy heightendly (making up my own word) challenged. I received a desperate call from my friend asking if I would accompany her date's friend to a concert as his date was unable to make it at the last minute. Front row tickets sounded quite appealing and how bad could it be? He rang me up.. sounded nice over the phone, thanking me for accepting at such short notice. All the pleasantries exchanged, we agreed to meet at my place in a little over 2 hours.
DeleteI rushed to dress, wearing my usual tight jeans, sexy top and the highest heels I could possibly find. Being just 5'2", heels were the accessory of choice for me at all times.
First mistake !! I knew something was amiss when I peered out the peep hole in my front door and didn't see anyone standing there after the bell had rang. That was till I had glanced farther down the door frame and low and behold there he stood. I answered the door and excused myself to quickly change into sandals with no heel whatsoever. That kinda moved him up from knee to waist height. For the rest of the evening, I just pretended I was with my little brother , not that I had one at the time, but it worked for me. After that experience, I tended to ask ,"So how tall are you?".
Good job the poor man wasn't bald then, that would have made things a whole lot worse. I think the expression is vertically challenged that you were hunting for. Thanks for the laugh though (you're story not the made up word)
DeleteHad he been bald and that short, I might have mistaken him for a bowling ball !
DeleteCross, first of all..thank you for those kind words. :) I'm flattered to think you enjoy my chatter. lol
ReplyDeleteFuel prices were destined to go back up, they always ride the stock market. The demand in the US is down 5-7 % compared to this time last year. The geopolitical landscape is too blame, their was a fire in a West coast US refinery, you name it..there's an excuse for the rise in prices. It's definitely not the laws of supply and demand. It's oil companies squeezing the consumer for every penny. They see the price of oil futures skyrocket so they slow down the supply. Oil is never a true case of supply and demand it's a monopoly in it's purest form. Politicians want the oil companies happy because they contribute huge sums of money to their campaigns. It's a vicious circle and until we find completely different forms of transportation nothing will change. People will complain but have no choice but to pay the price. Just wait until hurricane season. The price of oil will go up June 1st just because of the start of the season.
Ok, did I ramble enough for you Cross?? lol I had to keep my reputation in tact here you know. I would also love to hear about your blind date with the midget that sounds MUCH better than fuel prices.
Ok so to ramble some more because I need to get on my soap box after tonight. I was helping some people with a new computer that they just purchased. It doesn't sound bad right you go, you set it up, and your done. Yeah..well things never go as planned do they. So I spend 3 hours helping them set it up and things are working. The reason I'm rambling here is all the crap that Best Buy sold them because they "would need it". I hate when companies take advantage of consumers just because they don't understand what they are buying. They sold them extra copies of software that were already installed on the computer they bought. They sold them that stupid extended warranty which is a waste and I feel bad for the people I helped because like I said they didn't know any better. I know companies are in business to make money but does anyone care about their customer at all? I guess I'm just too old fashioned or don't have that lack of moral character that it takes to trick people into buying junk they don't need. I wish I could just call bull**** every time I hear someone in those stores tell a customer they need all the crap they're trying to sell them. The tech industry isn't the only one guilty of this, they all are. Am I wrong here? Maybe it's buyer beware and you do your homework ahead of time before you buy. I guess I just can't stand there and lie to someone about something so don't ever look for me in sales.
ReplyDeleteGood morning bloggers. Well I slept on it and I guess there's more bothering me. I'm sure all of you find that hard to believe since I'm the shy, quiet type..
ReplyDeleteYou know what bothers me and I bet this could cause a real argument but hey it's my soap box too so, gun control laws. The 2nd amendment guarantees us the right to bare arms. I'm not a NRA member or a dual pistol packing, trigger happy shooter. I'm just a citizen that enjoys the rights guaranteed me under the amendment. I follow all the laws, I go to the safety classes, get the background checks when I buy firearms.
I'm an advocate for control but I think the control should be applied the same in every state. It should be federal laws that are used and everyone, yes I realize there are exception, but in general everyone should follow the same laws. I'm not stupid I do realize that you can buy anything you want if you look hard enough. Do I think it's right, of course not but no gun control law will ever fix that. I'm simply saying that there should be one set of laws in place for all 50 states. The reason I say this is that some states allow me to transport firearms in to their state while others don't. So basically I'm safe and law abiding in one state but not in another. I'd be happy to pay extra licensing fees if there were a national system but I'm sure we will never see happen. It just bothers me that my rights are infringed upon by states but yet the Constitution says I have that right no matter where I am in this country.
What does anyone else think here?
My First Kiss
ReplyDeleteApart from the typical kissing that takes place between little boys and girls during the cute stage of childhood. My first memory of a kiss, if you can call it that, is not a pleasant one but I’m willing to share it or rather unload the burden from my shoulders. The thing is with those childhood pecks, they are purely for the entertainment of the onlookers. Parents and siblings taking immense delight as a little 3 year old boy swaggers up and plants one on that ruddy faced girl. Affectionate sounds break out, ‘isn’t he so cute’ and all the rest.
The thing is entertainment was all part of my first kiss. Picture the setting if you will: there I was sitting on a floor with a circle of friends. My distant memories recall that it was some kind of birthday party and around me friends of my younger days. I think we were all around that awkward age of 12 or something like that. Girls, being girls, seemed so much more mature than the juvenile boys. Every now and then a boy would come onto the scene belying his age. His chest sprouting with hair, his voice deep and barrel like. That boy was Alan Bourne in our time (if you’re reading this Alan I hope you don’t mind your name being used). So naturally the girls would swoon for such characters as he. The rest of us battled for what remaining attention there was.
The game was that fearful ‘spin the bottle’ and the aim? Well, it was a kissing game. So in this community hall we sat, chairs sprawled everywhere, cheap lights blinding our eyes and nostalgic music draping the background. The bottle span and span and eventually rested with its point towards me. My heart began to pound, my thoughts racing wildly. I quickly surveyed the rest of the circle making a mental note of who I hoped would share that first kiss of mine. The list was probably very shallow, based on looks and nothing else. My sub conscious mind had also formed another list, who I really didn’t want to pucker up with. So with glee a friend span the bottle again, the rotations lasted forever until slowly it bypassed my top three and found its way into the area of my bottom three. Thankfully, if it landed on a boy then they would just spin again or choose the girl nearest to him. However it did land on a girl....I almost wish it had landed on someone like my friend Tom.
She wasn’t overly unattractive, her name escapes me, but that kiss...oh my...that kiss has never left me. She was everything I wasn’t at that age: vulgar, brash, loud, tomboy, unable to string words together without swearing. Gingerly I made my way into the middle as she strutted up. She approached in a cavalier style almost with the impression that this was the beginning of a boxing round. I came with the look of one to the gallows. Without hesitation she grabbed, movements of all kinds took place over my poor mouth as the colour drained from my face. The worst thing was she left me a parting gift...somehow and without my permission she had exchanged her chewing gum into my mouth. Spearmint I think it was.
Lovely way to start the day reading what you both have to say and viewing my beautifully feminine colored blog background. Black, I had to laugh as I read your post as it immediately brought back the very same experience I had at age 11. Same setting, a birthday party for a fellow classmate. Since I had skipped a grade, everyone was a year older then I. At that crucial, age one year makes a big difference as far as sexual maturity. I can recall around that time my girlfriends (who seemed to have blossomed in places I hadn't) telling me all about boys and wanting to kiss them. All I wanted to do was continue playing with my dolls and wondered if this meant the demise of my favorite pastime. Never mind that the thought of exchanging saliva with another human being sounded like the worst possible scenerio. O.K. getting a bit off track here (PuppetMaster may be rubbing off on me) so back to that memorable day. After playing a few games and opening gifts and having the cake and ice cream, a bunch of the guys suggested playing that spin the bottle game. I had no idea what this entailed but all the girls seemed to get all giggle and wide- eyed with excitement. My best friend casually mentioned that she hoped Robert would be the one to kiss her or if not him then Lance. My heart was pounding as I suddenly realized what a predicament I was in. I quickly glanced about the circle of assembled boys and decided there was not one I truly wanted to lock lips with. Of course, if neeed be some were more appealing then others. I knew right off the bat that the greasy haired , profusely overweight Richard was not my first choice. Nor was that slime boob grabber Jeff who always had that devious smile and probably grew up to be rapist or something. So choices coupled with the fact I didn't know how to respond to a kiss made me want to call my Mom to hurry and pick me up before this game got underhand. As the bottle spun and kisses got passed around, the bottle landed on me. I heard everyone gasp and begin to whisper. This was not a good sign. As I looked up to see who had even spun the dreaded bottle, I was relieved to see it was the Birthday boy himself. Perhaps I need to back track some and let all my readers know that the birthday boy had a terminal disease of some sort and this would probably be his last birthday. He was the nicest boy in the class and despite his handicap, had a smile and wonderful good nature about him. I felt relieved that he was to be my kiss while others looked on in shock and horror. I remember seeing his parents, huddled by the bedroom door smiling with happiness as he planted the softest sweetest kiss upon my virgin lips. He even thanked me for it , whereas the rest of the boys just took their kisses and smirked as if it was owed to them. After the party, the boys parents came up to me and also thanked me for kissing him. They told me that the doctors didn't expect him to live longer than a few more months. I was the only girl he would ever kiss and they were so sure it made such a difference in his short life. Even recalling that day, still manages to bring a tear to my eye. As it came to be, little Jimmy passed away within 2 or 3 weeks of his one and only kiss.
DeleteWhat a wonderful and touching story. I can understand why it would bring a tear to your eye.
DeleteI think anyone will enjoy reading that story; it's the kind of material that needs a few tissues for the eyes. Im sure hardened criminals would even break by the time they would have got to the end.
DeleteCross you sounded like an angel when you were child, what happened? :P
I don't agree at all with more gun control. We have enough rules/laws/controls already. The last thing we need is more laws. That won't fix the problem at all. I already have to wait 2 weeks before I can pick up the pistol I paid for. I have to go through what seems like an FBI background checks everytime I pick up a gun even though I've done nothing wrong. You know what, if I do pass those checks I should be able to buy what I want but no of course not you have to have a special license for automatic weapons. I do carry a handgun everywhere with me because I can. I fully support the NRA and the second amendment. You making a law won't stop an idiot from trying to shoot me or rob me so why shouldn't I be able to protect myself with whatever means I see fit.
ReplyDeleteLet's just hope some of your anger disperses before you aim that gun. On a more serious note, Although I don't own any firearms, I am for protecting myself with any means possible and would do so in a heartbeat. i do agree with the laws being Federally approved to eliminate the entire issue of separate laws in different states. If our Constitution says we have the right to bare arms then we should be allowed to do so with perhaps one Federally approved background check. Let's face it ..it's all a money game. They do the same with fishing licenses and that can be a real pain when your on the road camping.
DeleteHere in Uk the whole debate doesn't really exist. The last time an officer shot someone in ended up with half the country in a riot so probably a good thing that battle rages there and not here.
DeleteSo cowboy Dan...Have you holstered that gun yet??
DeleteI may be a cowboy but my guns are always holstered and ready to go. I'll get the last laugh when I'm the only one left standing because I had my pistols on me, ready to go.
DeleteI'm frightened
DeleteI see visions of Waco here
DeleteI have no problem saying I'm carrying because it's my right but because I say I'm carrying you think I'm some nut job and I'm going to kill everyone.
DeleteBlack, that is a great story and it definitely brings back some memories for me. I was 11 or 12 I think and I had a "crush" on a girl named Tina, can't rememeber the last name. She was a cheerleader for the youth football team I was on. She was gorgeous..to me. We talked before and after games and went to the same school, in the same classes, all that stuff. Well, little did I know that she would not be my first kiss. Another girl in my class by the name of Susan Olson had been apparently watching Tina and I in class and she was interested in me as well. She was very cute. She had jet black hair and big blue eyes. I can still see the day, it was a bright, sunny October day. We were coming back in from recess and Susan was in the room already. Tina was behind me and Susan stepped in front of me and wrapped her arms around me and planted a huge kiss right on my lips. I was stunned but yet enjoyed it very much from what I remember. When she finally let go which seemed like minutes, I looked back at Tina and I wasn't getting a look of happiness. Needless to say my dreams of Tina ended that day and Susan and I would never kiss again.
ReplyDeleteAll the stories this morning made me think of this.
ReplyDeleteFOREVER
It seems so far away some days
A destination you hope to reach
You dream about it
You wonder if it will ever
arrive for you
Time passes..minutes, hours, days
You wonder what it will feel like
to share everything
To know what life can be like
The dream of forever becomes a
place your heart longs for
You know its coming but yet it
seems so far away until you realize
Forever gets closer everyday
Like the last line..Forever gets closer everyday..good phrase
DeleteOnce again, welcome to our newest follower Please feel free to express yourself here or share a laugh or two with us.
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ReplyDeletelol i moved my comment upstairs a bit, realised I had placed it under the wrong post but now you'll have to do the same so that your words can make sense...but then I will have to do the same to this comment! Oh...
DeleteWelcome our newest follower InsiderNC please be sure to post something...anything..just keep it respectable :)
ReplyDeleteAlthough I am unable to be in the right frame of mind to actually post a creative idea, does anyone have anything to write regarding the subject of jealousy ? My personal opinion is that try as we may not to let it rear its ugly head, at some point in time we all experience it.
ReplyDeleteJealousy...well Cross you're right it always does rear it's ugly head. My own experience has definitely shown that. There was a period in my life that I really battled with it. A person in my life had a friendship develop into something more than I thought it should be or so I thought so. The two of them were always together, multiple times a week, on the weekends, you name it and they seemed together. I was very jealous of this. I couldn't understand what was so great about this friendship? What was I not doing right to make them feel that spending so much time together was ok? I was jealous of the laughter they shared, the ease in which they spoke to each other. The constant need to be in communication with each other but yet there I was, always available and wanting the same thing. The jealousy deteriorated into arguments and accusations. The situation continued for some time but eventually I realized that my jealousy was my insecurity. I have learned to control those insecurities much better and I no longer let jealousy rule my thoughts. I try hard to realize that jealousy gets me nowhere and things are meant to happen for a reason so why be jealous because the only person that really gets hurt is you.
DeleteThere are many forms of jealousy. There is jealousy for other's achievements ,success, happiness, wealth , materialism etc..but I think for people of passion the most intense jealousy is shown towards love. Now we all realize that being jealous gets us absolutely nowhere and yet, we still seem to fall prey to it's emotions. Although, I have never harbored jealousy of the materialistic nature, I have expressed( on more than one occasion ) the jealousy towards a lover. Since my passions run deep, so does my love. My feelings are you only feel jealous if you really care. Then I suppose for others it can be an ego thing. I think men are more guilty of this behavior then women. It goes back to the alpha dog syndrome. I can only speak for myself and my own emotional state of mind, as a woman of course.
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ReplyDeleteIm sort of worried that this jealousy conversation has followed the gun one!
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I think PM hit upon something there: sometimes jealousy is a prdouct of insecurity, I know a few people who agree to that. Jealousy for me is generally centred around affection, attention and passion. Like, cross, I am completely uninterested in what people have. I'm happy if they have done well for themselves etc. I suppose therefore that jealously over someone you care for does demonstrate deep affection and strong bonds. We just need to be careful not to let it become overbearing and a form of control . In small and manageable doses it is actually quite heart warming....or maybe im sounding a bit strange admitting to that.
I'm glad yu mentioned the point of not letting it get to a control issue. Then it becomes dangerous, I think. In small doses, I also find it enjoyable as you know that person truly has feelings for you. At least, we hope that is the reason and not the ego filtering in the situation. A little jealousy emits passion.
ReplyDeleteRandom thoughts here so forgive me if I sound pessimistic. In trying to gain some exposure, I joined a web site supposedly for amateur writers of all genre. I quickly noticed that people posted pictures of themselves and the more attractive the picture the more critiques they had regarding their work. On social networks, I did post my pictures and had many people from the opposite sex try to entice me with conservation. On this site and the other semi professional site I decided not to do this as a test of sorts. Like without seeing the person will you be interested in what they have to say? Are looks and sexuality the main substance of any online experience? Do brains, wit, charm and personality have anything to do with attraction? After careful observation, I have decided that it doesn't matter how intelligent you are or what a charismatic personality you have, if your not one of the beautiful people you get passed over. Now that is not to say that these qualities go unnoticed. Let's face it , it all gets old so you better have the other things to keep it all glued together. Initially tho, it's the sexuality that attracts people. Same as a bee to a flower.. How very shallow we have become...no better than the stinging bee.
ReplyDeleteYou bring up a very interesting topic. You are right when you say that the "beautiful" people rule the world. People are always drawn to them because we as a society in general have become so shallow that we see beauty as everything when in fact it makes up so little of a person. I think that most people engage in the social networking simply for the hope of attention from someone that they think is beautiful. They don't realize or care that the person has nothing else going for them.
DeleteThose that are one of the beautiful people may in fact have a better superficial life and they may get promoted faster at work but what happens when they age and that beauty fades away. They are left with nothing and no one because they are completely shallow. You're correct when you say that it's the sexuality that attract people initially but when those feelings fade or you want to try and move into a relationship, most people come to realize that the "beautiful" person really is nothing more than superficial and they will never be happy. People that want true happiness want that attraction but they also want personality, brains, wit, and charm as you have suggested Cross. Physical beauty is such a short lived thing and when it's gone, that person has nothing left to offer. They are that bee, they used their stinger and now they're left to die alone because there was nothing left to hold them together.
Just want to thank my blog partner for really being there for me when I needed direction. You have so much character and many qualities rarely seen today. I know I tend to get a bit intense at times .. Thank you for putting up with me.
ReplyDeleteIn relation to your quesiton cross about looks and what people first look for I suppose it's the beauty and the beast scenario. Rarely do you see a stunning woman (outwardly) strutting her stuff with an overweight, crooked nosed...well ugly man. It's shallow I know but harsh reality. I think sometimes you do see instances where the character prevails but then it depends on the admirer in hand. So you will get some, well lets say, average man or woman. Yet they have a wonderful relationship with someone who is physcially gorgeous. What's they key? Well they are not repulsive to look at and what happens is their inner quality enhances they exterior, almost creating a glow if you like that becomes compelling and attractive.
ReplyDeleteThe sad reality is we all allow that shallow streak to enter into us. We all find some people attractive and others not. The bigger picture is that after the inital draw from the looks what will be found inside? For me, the moment a person speaks or expresses their thoughts is key, even for just everyday friendships. Those who make me laugh or stimulate my thoughts occupy a preferable place. So much so, I would rather befriend a 'ugly' person with a 'beautiful mind' than a barbie or ken with the character of a cardboard box.
Pretty ribbons last for a few moments but the quality of the gift is what always lasts.
With that said, the problem with online social networks etc is that we do get a chance to have a 'peek' and see if they tick the right aesthetic boxes. If only the beauty would just choose the beast we would live in a fairytale world but alas that is not the case!
Maybe a good thing really, I mean we don't want ladies turning into pumpkins and princes into frogs.
Love the comment " Pretty ribbons last for a few moments but the quality of the gift is what always lasts" We are all guilty to some extent of being shallow Hals..seems those that are blind have an advantage within there disadvantage
ReplyDeleteThis is completely random, I know a bit shocking come from me right..lol. So I was just thinking spring is coming soon and that means better weather for me since I'm stuck in a frozen wasteland now. The weather also brings back to life by biggest fear, BEES. Bees you say, really? They're not that scary. Well to most people I'm sure they're not but I'm petrified. I should specify, I can handle honeybees and bumblebees but yellowjackets, wasps, and hornets NO way!
ReplyDeleteYou're asking yourself, why are you so afraid of bees? Well I'm glad you asked. I was 6 years old and I was in the woods with my dad and brothers and we were cutting up firewood. Well I picked a hollow piece of wood and threw it down on the pile of cut wood and all of a sudden I heard this buzzing sound and I instantly had yellowjackets all over me. I was screaming and my dad was trying to get them off of me and my brothers were running away and I remember my dad taking off his coat and just swinging at my head to get them off of me. We ran for the car and jumped in and the last thing I remember was putting my hand up to my head and it was wet, I pulled it off of my head and looked at it and it was full of blood and I passed out. I woke up in my bed at some point and came out and my parents had had the doctor over (they still made house calls) and I was ok. The bees had not stung me but they bit my head over and over. I did have stings elsewhere but not on my head. Sooo to this day if a bee is anywhere near me, I freeze and immediately start sweating, I can't breathe, all of those things. I wish I could get over it but I just can't do it. I just thought I'd share something completely random to go with the topic. lol
How about anyone else, care to share your biggest fear or fears??
Well you certainly took this in a new direction PuppetM. I tried to think of something that really frightens me and finally decided that my one and only phobia is Doctor's. Not Dentists only Doctors. This may seem strange because I was intending to become one myself. I never had a bad experience with one so I really shouldn't harbor this intense fear but never the less I do and have since my very first shot as a kid.
ReplyDeleteI wonder why? I know a man who is exactly the same - he hates the doctors but has no problem with the dentist. Is it a fear of finding something out? For me I am not afraid of Dentists but I never enjoy it. Holding my mouth open while saliva accumulates at the back of my throat doesn't appeal to me that much :)
DeleteI too have this aversion to wasps especially when they hover around the ears. However, I also know why: I have never yet been stung and so I fear what would happen if I did. All I can think about is my arm swelling up or my tongue becoming too big for my mouth. Often I secretly wish that the silly wasp would sting me to get this all over with.
ReplyDeleteThinking harder, the last time I really felt afraid was actually in the shower. This has happened a few times. It's when I start to wash my face, the eyes are closed to prevent soap running into them. At that moment I feel very exposed and at risk. What if someone storms the bathroom and stabs me. Not only would I not be able to see for a few moments (I could hardly ask the person to wait while I get my eyes rinsed) but I would be dripping wet. This would not be the ideal situation to fight back. So maybe my fear is really a fear of not being in control...which makes me sound like a control freak...sigh
I think you are plagiarizer a classic American film called PSYCHO. Makes you sound like a control freak? Give me 5 more minutes..just 5 ...LOL
ReplyDeleteA new week ..a new topic..the ball is in your court, My Brit
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ReplyDeleteS vozvrasheniyem-Welcome back
ReplyDeleteI didn't know you could speak russian, i am impressed...anything else?
DeleteAlmost time for a new topic of discussion to surface. I think the poetry topic was inspiring because it caused us to be creative in our thoughts. Perhaps even a bit competitive. Combine those two and it makes for a healthy stress free release. Now if only there could be a magical topic to induce more people into responding..any ideas out there those who don't write yet view?
ReplyDeleteCross, you're definitely right the poetry brought out the best in us. I would still dispute the final vote lol. I'm certainly up for the challenge. You also ask a great question, what does everyone else want to chat about.
ReplyDeleteDon't be a hater PuppetM give it up!
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ReplyDeleteJust a short bedtime story for anyone unable to sleep.
ReplyDeleteTHE BUNNY AND THE SILVER TONGUED SNAKE
Once upon a time, there was a sweet little bunny full of adventure. It was difficult for her as she longed to romp freely in the dense woods or even a meadow or two, getting into mischief with foresty animals such as deer and chipmunks, squirrels and elk. She didn't belong in the swamps with alligator and crocodile , Black Panther and snakes. The toads were ok but their croaking would keep her awake for hours on end. After she lost her bunny family, she would just hop and hop all day long mostly alone in the saw grass away from the canals where the evil crocs took their naps in the hot sun. Bunnies were supposed to live in groups not wander alone as her fate had been. At that moment, she decided to take charge of her life and go forth and meet others to keep her company. One day, late in the evening, she wandered to that part of the Glades where all sorts of species would gather to socialize. She usually avoided this little patch as she knew that some of the ones that congregated there could be slovenly and cruel . Being the adventurous sort, she had to take a peek at the activity and hoped she meet some new friends to alleviate some of her boredom in that awful swap. She hopped to the front of the gathering , ears all perky and pink. and stood silently till the silver tongued snake asked if anyone was selling anything today. she gave it some thought, decided she had a few extra things and could perhaps make enough money to head North or West anywhere but the South where she was now standing. He was a handsome guy for a snake..kinda trim, fit with the blackest eyes she had ever see. She stood on her hind legs as she spoke. " I have the items you are looking for snake eyes ", she blurted out in her bravest voice. "Oh do you now Miss beach Bunny ?", was his quick reply.
"If you would just follow me to my burrow , I am sure you will be satisfied." She whispered softly. As quickly as the words left her lips, she could hear her Mother's warnings. " Never trust the snakes, especially the silver tongued ones. They will smile at you and when you least expect it, dig their fangs into your soft flesh and send poison through your delicate body. Even if you survive their bite, you will never forget the pain it caused". Surely this handsome, charming creature was not the slippery, sneaky. slimy one of her Mother's proclamation. He seemed friendly enough and besides, it wasn't like she was going to continue spending time in his acquaintance. Just sell him the items and be gone, she reassured herself. So off they went..She hopping and him slithering along the ground at her side. They managed to make small talk along the way and hardly noticed that the sun had set and night had befallen the Sea of Grass.
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