Sally knew that the puppy liked flowers. Every morning she waited on her porch for the puppy to come visit her. Some days it didn’t come, but most of the time it did.
She used one of her pink bed sheets to give the puppy a pretty bow for its hair. It seemed to like the [...]
At long last, it had come down to the two of them.
Ozzie squinted in the harsh afternoon sun. He tilted his hat to shade his eyes. Distracting glare would not be good at a time like this.
“So, it’s just you and me now,” said Ozzie to the figure about five paces ahead.
“Yup,” said the figure. [...]
Extremely rare and elusive, the Tufted Cuddlestache is native to the dense temperate rain forests of the Pacific Northwest. It was believed that they were hunted to extinction for their luxurious mustaches, which were used in the making of novelty stick-on mustaches and eyebrow replacements. However, while searching for Sasquatch in the remote backwoods of [...]
A month or two ago I recorded and audio version of the Adventure of the Morning Glory and submitted it to The House of the Harping Monkey’s Misfit Brew podcast. Yesterday the new episode of the brew came out and it contained the audio I had submitted. So, if any of you are interested, you [...]
Saddlewags was sprawled out on the warm slate tiles of the garden shed, soaking up the midday sun as only a cat can do, when his master, Mr. Twaddle found him. Saddlewags casually lifted up his large fluffy ginger head and watched with mild interest through emerald eyes as his master pulled out a rickety [...]
“Lovely weather we’re having, don’t you think, Mr. Twaddle?”
Mr. Twaddle turned away from his task at hand and looked at the frail figure of Mrs. Cwaddeltwatch, his elderly neighbor. She was smiling at him kindly, her bright pink shawl draped over her thin shoulders like a large pink tongue.
“Oh, hello there, Mrs. Cwaddeltwatch. I didn’t [...]
The two dwarves clambered amongst the warm boulders of the mountainside. The air was crisp and clear. It was a perfect day for mountain climbing and if there were such a thing as a perfect day for treasure hunting, this would have been the day.
“Dunnin! Slow down, the mountain isn’t going to go anywhere,” Gunni [...]
