Re: Forum Fiction - Merry Xmas!

[gregrowlerson]

BLOODY GALAPAGOS!


It was disaster time. The one and only eccentric elephant had departed the Laikipia scene, travelling with her fellow elephant to the Galapagos Islands. As a result, giraffey boy found himself in somewhat of a pickle.

Nearly two whole weeks! That’s how long he would have to go without his EE. And so what’s a giraffe to do in such a scenario? Eat chocolate. That’s what.

Oh he could play five-hundred with cheetah, but he was concerned about her win at all costs attitude. Cheetah, get it? Or he could have a swim off against hippo, but he knew how hopeless he was in the water, and that cheetah would probably join in with her mad sporting competitiveness – she gets it from her father incidentally - and beat him too. So he’d be up to his neck in it. There was hyena’s car to work on of course, but he was no good with his hands – okay, technically speaking his front legs - and he sensed that hyena would play some joke on him, like get him to put the oil where the water goes. And who the hell knows with cars. He could even walk with the snow leopard on her search for other furries – and we know how much giraffey boy loves furries - but my gosh she had terrible eyesight, and was in desperate need of going to specsavers. No, that would just be another blind alley, giraffe boy thought. Then there was Brazil, where a rather hairy amur leopard was apparently awaiting his call. But he was taken, and well, females give far greater incentive for male giraffes to take overseas trips you see, so he decided that it was best not to go there. Last but not least was Mrs Squirrel, who unfortunately required grave assistance on her back, but the only way that giraffey boy resembled a doctor was with his horrible handwriting.

Thank goodness for the modern day keyboards he often thought, and for the texting. As slow as it was, like a golfer addressing the ball before hitting it; it was at least usually accurate, like Adam Scott. It was readable, like his putts.

“That’s enough of side topics”, he decided, and so his thoughts returned to chocolate once more.

There is background to this tall tale – well all giraffe tales are tall, as we all know. The Easter Bunny goes everywhere in the world at Easter time, dropping off scores of delicious eggs to nom on. But the thingy is, is that not much chocolate is eaten on the African savannah. So for giraffey boy, there are always plenty of left overs for him. It’s bunny time, or rabbit time as he likes to say, twelve months a year.

So why the excess amount of chocolate eggs?

New fences in Africa mean that livestock are no longer being eaten, so all the humans milk is back to being plentiful. And no animals will eat chocolate. Ignorant fools believe that it’s because they don’t like the taste. Don’t like the taste! Stop kidding me. No, it’s all because they only have one coat, and chocolate is almost impossible to get out, as we all know.

By the way, as for excess eggs, I’m quite sure that there weren’t any doing the rounds of East Essex, as one particular big bunny there would eat anything. Suffice to say if Ralph was the Easter Bunny then there wouldn’t be any Easter!

But back to the issue of chocolate not coming out in the wash. Well our giraffey boy happened to have an extra layer to him. A special suit. And therefore he could eat all the chocolate he liked. And usually this wasn’t a problem as he ate it sensibly, a little at a time. But with EE away it was bender time, and if you don’t do thingys in moderation then there is going to be trouble.

Anyhoo, over at the islands – don’t want to try to spell that – everything was all hunky doorey. As well as all the wonderful sights and sounds – the bird life here was very profound – EE had bought along her vita brits. She knew how important it was to remember them for those romantic breakfasts in bed with her elephant prince. What a guy!

Back at Laikipia, giraffey boy interrupted his chocolate easter egg bender briefly to stick his tongue out at a rather loveable lizard. Suddenly he was an expert in herpetology! It was all a little blue.

But that’s okay, cause lizards are pretty thick skinned. Plus simply pretty too. Hmmm, perhaps that swim-off – into some cold water – now wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

Side topics! Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll get back to the story.

There was still an over-abundance of chocolate eggs and eccentric elephant was still amongst those islands, so the bender continued. And with further over indulgence we had a travesty (no surprises there, as what giraffey boy was doing was even worse than getting all of your dietary supplements from Petland). Overdosing on rabbit’s milk, Giraffey collapsed and was grounded. And I don’t mean level headed, for he was always cookie, no matter what.

But sensing that there was trouble from afar, our elephant hero jumped on an early plane, flying back to Laikipia via jumbo jet; because jumbo jets were created for elephants, as we all know. And if you don’t then you must be Dumbo. Well you would be, cause you can fly yourself, so you don’t need to.

Know that is.

Upon re-arrival to her home EE discovered the horrific scene. A giraffe that is grounded is a tragic sight, for they are such majestic, noble creatures. But this one had gone bunny mad, and now he was rubbing his nose in it.

The salt of the earth. That’s what happens when you devour too much sugar.

There was only one thingy for the elephant – who was anything but Dumbo – to do. Find an ostrich egg.

For ostrich eggs are very rich you see. Well it’s in the name for huggable hippo’s sake. And being soooo nutritious, animals the savannah over just want to nom on them at every opportunity. And that’s why ostrich’s do this wam bam thank you mam censored activity all the time; because such a high proportion of these eggs get eaten. That’s also why the males all seem to be of the wam bam thank you mam personality. But they really do have to be off and running. To wam bam elsewhere.

It took a while for eccentric elephant to find one, and she was mightily relieved when her long trek eventually paid dividends. Not just for her friends sake, but because she would have been ostracised by the rest of the elephant community if she hadn’t remembered where they were nested.

Back on home turf, the elephant was able to nestle the eggs contents into her friend, and following the digestion recovery was indeed imminent.

Or at least the beginning of it.

Again awake, the giraffe shook his head and said, “Yeah I was a tad bored, but I know what I should have done. Just uploaded big cat pics! That can take ages!”

Even if there are not many.

Anyhoo, when all was said and done, the African plains wanted to pay a tribute to this rather cookie Easter tale. And so ringing out around the savannah could be heard this poem, sung to the tune of an already famous jingle:

Giraffey boy was soooo very tall
But the higher they are, the harder they fall
All the Queen rabbits with the strength of ten men
Would one day help giraffey hold his head high again

And so forth.

Suddenly he awoke. He glanced to his side and his vital brit was still here. He rose, bad back and all. Outside, he could smell the scent of foxes and badgers on the trail. He was on an island which we all can spell. It was only a dream for Pete’s sake.

[Laikipia]

Oh my Giraffey Boy you are on sparkling S form. What a brilliant story to find this morning, really made me smile so full of humour and subtle wit.

Onesie Man aka P G R

Mrs Kipia
aka E et al

ps will get down to some serious posting later today I hope, I am still catching up in my office and also want to download my Galapagos pics

[gregrowlerson]

heapsy Mrs Kipia

Your positive feedback means a lot.

It is relieving to me that I can still write a story such as this, because it is really a major happiness in life for me to be able to do it. It's really strange though, because I can never tell when the inspiration and motivation is going to come to write one (short story). It makes me soooo happy when the ideas flood into me! For this story most of the ideas came in a rush on a work day - I wrote all these quick notes at lunchtime from my overflowing mind and possibly arrived back slightly late - at least two weeks ago (I think a day or two before you actually left for 'that' island) and then I did nothing on it until about five days ago when I sat down and wrote it all up, plus with some other smaller ideas/comments. With me, I don't really have a story telling imagination, but I have a great imagination with words. Virtually everything in my stories is from real life, so lots of metaphors too! This latest story is filled with WAA conversation, and we have your WAA name as giving me the place for Giraffey Boy's home, your trip to Galapagos giving me a storyline, and I suppose my imagination came into play with the easter egg bender, but really, most stuff comes from real life (or just real conversation) itself. I don't think that I could ever write a terrific fictional tale without meaning; it has to relate to people who mean something to me, and you guys most definitely do. I was thinking about this a few weeks ago, like with a C.S.Lewis, it seems like the Narnia tales are just strictly from mere imagination, and not life metaphors, unless he has just done this with great subtlety? That I guess is a part of the attempted magic with TSP. It reads as 'just' a story without meaning As if!

I am probably being a little hard on myself with the not having a story telling imagination thing. For example when Summer travels to UC's hut, this is really good imagination. But the greater basis for a story from me has to come from some thing/ys with greater meaning, and that's true, as Summer had to meet UC somewhere to discuss all of these meaningful conversations to do with seriousness and the lack of childishness, so her trip up the mountain - interrupted by more meaningfulness with Sam - is a kinda side topic.

Well, that's another good ramble from me! When's the next short story? Hmmm...I have nothing in the works But hopefully at some time soon something else will spark me and I will be up, up and away!

G R

P.S. Thank-you extra very muchly for taking the time to read and reply when you have a lot of work to catch up on So here are a dozen...

for you

We will love to see your fabulous holiday pics too!

[Laikipia]

P - they are lovely and so much better than a or

I am reading through TSP but actually bizarrely find my tablet hard to read for long, so will let you know when I finish so I can comment.

Just downloading photos from my smartdisc to my laptop and Lightroom and then I can delete, sort and put a few up on a new thread I am looking forward to seeing them

Lai
aka Mrs Kipia

[gregrowlerson]

"but actually bizarrely find my tablet hard to read for long" - it's not the tablet

I will have a lookey around here now to see if you have put any pics up

GR

[Laikipia]

Could be my eyes

Sorry no pics as yet, had a major problem downloading them all yesterday, I got all so had to start again. Anyway now all 1115 are in Lightroom and waiting to be looked at, lots deleting and them some posting under a 'Galapagos' thread - hopefully over the weekend.


Mrs Kipia
aka E

[gregrowlerson]

READ THE LEOPARD PRINT - PART ONE


Today in my car I began to chat to the leopard on my dash board. As you do.

“Hello Leopardy!” I began.

It looked at me as if I was a little mad. As you do too.

“I think I’ve really lost it now buddy!” I continued. “I’m totally off my tree!”

“That’s not hard to spot. At least not for a leopard.” Yay! The big cat spoke! When I had done so the other day – tried a chit-chat - it had remained silent, but I just knew that it could converse with me. And I guess that it felt comfortable enough with me now to do so. I’d only got this leopard from the zoo the other week, but I guess it was my natural trust-inducing persona that enabled it to speak up. I mean, I can be kinda easy to trust.

“My mind is hurting. It’s being snow leoparded under right now,” I confessed.

“Better than your heart aching.”

“Yes, I suppose. Well it’s great that I’m walking in a winter wonderland just now; you know, like the Giro riders. But I wanted to confide in you that after almost six months in this new home I feel ready to branch out.”

“Branch out? From what I’ve heard you’re already pretty way out there.” The leopard had a point.

“I want to look at posting more short stories that are not necessarily forum related.”

“So what?” the cat queried. “Nothing wrong with going off topic on occasion.”

“But what if I write pieces that are not even about animals?”

“Impossible. Because you are an animal.”

“And I’m wild!” I added joyously.

“Zoo Freakazoid,” it said playfully, “we all need someone to talk to. Heck, why do you think I spray my scent everywhere?”

“Hey everyone, look at me!” I joked.

“Absolutely! But just don’t weird them out…too much.”

“Weird them out? I used to write stories of myself having conversations with my teeth! So really this is nothing. You’re real. Kinda. And pretty plush.”

“Oh!” The leopard wailed in purrfectly good humour. “What have I gotten myself into? Why couldn’t I have been taken home by a normal zoo enthusiast?”

“Oh never mind that! At least I will talk to you. Strap yourself in Leopardy for one wild ride!” I was pretty gregarious.

“So with these stories,” it murmured, “do you have heaps just waiting to see the light of day?”

“Kinda. But most are not completed.”

“So what’s the rush then?”

“Short stories tend to be more demanding in their immediacy,” I explained. “And if they sit idle for long then they can lose their magic, and potentially not be written at all.”

“But what about your book?”

“What book?”

“TSP part two?”

“I know what you’re talking about; so was just kidding!” I said childishly. “It’s on the backburner for sure, but I’m confident that the passion for it; for continuing and completing it will remain. The overall themes are so powerful that I can go back to something, to an idea, or not even an idea, six, twelve months on, and thingy’s can grow from that. It’s been proven on numerous occasions. So it can be a) immediate, and b) snailish. Perhaps not a great way to explain it, but that’s what has come to me just now. Anyhoo, life distractions could certainly lead to further delay, but some signs suggest that I am not meant to overly delay it at all.”

“So completion this year?”

“No. Twelve months away. At a rough estimate. It’s a monster project. Really it is. And I can only work on it when I have the energy, time, and freedom from being without other story ideas. Recommencement could be a bloody month away, if not six!” I half joked.

“Six, six, six?!” For some reason the leopard said that devilishly in a New Zealand accent. “But doesn’t a short story demand immediacy? And that therefore these current ideas ought to be completed rather soonish?”

This I needed to qualify. “I know I said that stories can become stale if left to their own devices too long, but having said that it can be a positive to leave some simmering away, as more ideas can come along and be added into the mix. It’s really a lot like cooking.”

“Only that you are no good at cooking,” the furry chided.

“Yes, and as such I can spot a big difference.”

The leopard smiled. It could see the joy that I got from stories. The joy that my imagination gave me. “You are the rare person who is actually playing the bongos.”

“Oh mega shucks Leopardy. Thanks! And yes that is true. In the zoo that is life very few see what I see.”

“How is your second canine getting along?” my plush pal asked. “Apologies if there wasn’t really a Segway for that.”

“Very well indeedy!” I yelled grin-inducingly. “Though it was fortunate I believe, that the original version of the book was completed before I got the new pooch,” I acknowledged, “because it is a little harder to concentrate on such a big project I guess, and since I am so proud of all of that I could still decide at some point to shop this original around. Though I don’t see myself doing this at all, as I am really excited about book two, plus some other alterations. I just need to knuckle down and get these other ideas out of my system. Complete them even in the midst of distractions.”

“You need to write away from the comforting confines of your couch,” the big cat suggested sensibly.

“I just need to toughen up and bare the kitchen cold!”

“Throw your buttonless onesie suit in the dryer and you shall be as warm as toast!”

“Thanks Honey! And I ought not put my newest inside furry outside and be thus mean to him just because he is an emotionally needy lad.”

“No, that would most definitely be the pot calling the kettle black.” Leopardy winked at me.

There was a sweet pause. A time to ponder.

“You look so colourful when Mr Yellow shines on you Leopardy.”

“Like a batch of colourful streamers?”

“Yeah, kinda,” I smirked.

[gregrowlerson]

THREE W’S, GOLDILOCKS & THE BROWN EYED BEAR


Canterbury Windows’ best loved key accounts estimator was travelling along Alexandra parade. Which is on the way to the zoo. Which is all about animals. And as aptness would have it, Growler was feeling kinda wild.

But after sharpening his claws, he growled at the wrong one.

Or at least told the wrong one. Apparently.

For what happened next was that he had a case filed against him. And it’s most difficult to work when you’re that cramped for space; it’s unsuitable, as any salesroom staffer will tell you. Just check their desks out. They’re so clean and spacious that one could eat off them. Heck, one could do almost anything on one.

Always remember that it’s the reader’s mind it goes into; nothing at all to do with the fabulous fingering of the writer.

Anyhoo, his claws retract for that. And that is rather key.

Growler found himself in this predicament, not because of who he growled at, but because of who he didn’t. “How can you only growl at her?” she questioned. And it was perfectly valid. She had done much more of her apprenticeship.

It was looking like a potentially slippery slope, so he’d better be able to ski. But as it turned out, it would be no Cvet.

It was now time for him to take the stand, and he pointed out to the jury with a one word sentence that he had in fact growled at her. It was all in the name you see, and therefore some were leaning towards the view that he didn’t have a case to answer for after all. But it was only some, and still the prosecutor pushed on, and for sure she would win out as she had sufficient support (a very good figure) but then something rather strange happened.

Growler was asked to repeat what he had done. Thus he did so. And the prosecutor couldn’t stop laughing and smiling. She was Fostera you see – or was it Afoster? Regardless, “it was good to be home” she thought - and therefore couldn’t help but love anything childish. He was obviously so. And so…

“I am granting you a warning,” she declared in-between smiles. From where she was sitting she now had a pretty good view. A better outlook on life.

He was released. He breathed a sigh of relief. He felt free.

“Thank-you. Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you. You must be a genie.”

“Genie?” It was about to dawn on her that this insensitive growler wasn’t exactly a genius either. “But genies grant wishes.”

“Wishes?” He appeared to be just as bemused. “But what good is a wish? A man never got anything worthwhile by merely wishing. He has to do more than that. He has to be willing – and able – to lose something important. Therefore he has to risk.”

“Hence why genies grant warnings,” she interrupted splendidly. She was like that. Bloody quick off the mark. A sharp cookie indeedy. “But just remember how many warnings a genie grants.”

He just assumed that they were limitless. You know, that they never ran out. Like T-T’s. Insert whatever letter you like in-between for fun. Come on, it’s not Shady at all.

And now he kept showing off his claws, because it really was a lot of fun being an animal. “We should make a new-vid of this on youtube,” she suggested. “Da-ton of hits we shall receive.”

That was doubtful. It was a little too obscure. Besides, there was enough hitting on going here.

Fostera’s offsider questioned him about it all, especially as she played around with a ring, obviously suggesting that he give her a call. “No buddy,” Growler remarked. “She is just a mate.”

“Just a mate?! That’s an imaginary friend if ever I’ve seen one!”

“Come on man. She probably views Growler as like a son.”

“More like a song,” he quipped. “One that plays an exceptionally pleasant tune.” Bloody hell, why wasn’t he Mewt?

Anyhoo, there was a final interaction between Fostera and Growler before this story is up. He proposed to her, that “we are the other guys. You know; good cop, bad cop.”

“And who may I ask is the bad cop?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

“Grrrrrrrrrr!”

Sorry guys, but I was on a Rowl. It was like throwing candy to a baby. Take that.

[Laikipia]

GR. completely off the wall but in a good way. I love that you chat to your new leopard, as you know I chat to anything and everything ....

When you are on a roll it's good to keep going, you never know when the may start and that would be a shame and a bad thing.

Mrs Kipia aka E

[gregrowlerson]

I really ought to move the elephant higher up that list

Next piece of writing should be shorter but sweeter :grouphug

And then I shall return to more craziness

Feeling very (actually texting this from mobiley in bed) but hopefully will get around to some more ace rabbitting tomorrow

GR : flower:

[Laikipia]

Just noticed the time and thought Onesie Man should be by now, as you're 10 + from us here in the UK ... now I have confused myself by trying to work out what time you were posting

Roll on the S

Mrs Kipia E

(who is by the way struggling with this list of 10 or 20 - for sure the leopard is top of my list no surprise there)

[gregrowlerson]

It was 11:06pm when I posted, so I was quite the outrageous owly

I like the saying of, "It's good to be on a rabbit rowl" - or some such thingy

Yep, I never want my brain/imagination to go

[gregrowlerson]

A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS


I bet you are wondering, thinking of others as you do, of just how I’m getting along
Rainbow Bridge has been crossed safely, and I am in full song
Because this world is so full of sounds, and they’re nothing at all bleak
So I’ll let you in on a little secret, this world is the place of the squeak

A mystery of this afterlife revealed, though should it really come as a surprise?
Why did you think that I was so obsessed, with bringing about all my toys demise?
I knew deep down that once de-squeaked the sounds would soon be with my deceased furries
We dogs love unconditionally as you well know, we’re a little different to those purries

And it’s not just the squeaks that make this place such a comfort one of wonder
For wherever I lie myself to rest it’s on a cloud of fluffy splendour
So that is why all that de-fluffing, also came into play
With my life so full of sunshine, I was able to give my others hay

There are plushies galore here, replenished with fluff, but sleeping soundlessly
Their squeakers have gone elsewhere, hazard a guess? Don’t go barking up the wrong tree
They are in us canines, replacing our bark, so when we speak, we squeak, so to speak
Our bark existed to protect our dear owners, we didn’t do that for fun, we ain’t freaks

And now it is I on my comfort cloud, chasing bunnies and squirrels forever more
There are so many of the little furries that I’ll even leave those jack russells alone I’m sure
We even have race tracks up here, so I can run in my favourite anti-clockwise mode
Turning back the time like you guys did, when you graciously gave my life a new road

You saw what others could not, that I was much more valuable than my name sounds
You saw past my age and gave me the fountain of youth, I was lost but then I was found
I devour a packet of scooby snacks a day, but no place shall compare to my heaven on Earth
Because nothing can replace my caring princess and prince, elephant size in their worth

And that Rhodesian ridgeback was alright too, so I thank you, Pete & Tamu
I may be the one smiling up above, but guardian angels are the lot of you
And as I look down upon my ‘mum’ today, I see those ducklings, and I see your warmth
A Mrs Yellow in her own right.

(sorry, don’t think anything rhymes with warmth )

[Laikipia]

GR that was wonderful but I must reply later as I am so much now

Mrs Kipia

[Laikipia]

Apologies G R P

That was just the most moving and kindest thing anyone has ever done, huge s. Such a beautiful poem and just how I want to imagine our lovely Penny now at Rainbow Bridge.

I was completely reduced to but in a good way and I am so touched that you took the time and thought to write that. Oh god I'm again, what a I am.

You really have such talent and have remembered every little thing about Penny and her funny little ways.

Once I am back in my office I am going to print it out so I can read it everyday.

Thanks so much Onesie Man, you are a true friend as well as a S

Mrs Kipia E

[gregrowlerson]

A massive and at your reaction and your generous words.

And now I read that you are going to be getting another greyhound, and another older one...how awesomely sweet that is, and again goes to show what terrific people Pete and you are.

Writing that is the least I could do after your very valuable friendship these past six months.

"Once I am back in my office I am going to print it out so I can read it everyday." Don't make me Mrs Kipia...

Too late! E

GR

[Laikipia]

I keep coming back to read it again GR - it's so beautiful and moving

How would you feel about posting it under Penny - Rainbow Bridge GR - I think it would be perfect but don't want to interfere (much )

Mrs Kipia

[gregrowlerson]

Thank-You very muchly for interfering Mrs Kipia Well it was a very good decision to post A Penny For Your Thoughts elsewhere, and I feel even more wonderful after so many wonderful words to me on this forum On top of the most special words from you

Apologies for having been absent from here tonight. I have more creative writing that I would like to complete, to kinda remove from my system; then I can look at a return to TSP. The aim is that by the time the Tour De France starts I will be back into planning for it!

Some creative writing pieces simply demand my attention, as the Penny poem did. There is another that is doing the same. It has sat idle for up to three weeks now, after a week or so of compulsive brainstorming took place. Finally looking back over this tonight, I sometimes got surprised at what I wrote (that's so awesome! kind of thingy ). But it's 3,000 words, with some sections of around half pages semi-completed. It's a big 'project' for a short story. It's profoundly ish

After walkies with the pooches I tried to re-read, but didn't get far; what with the doggies about and me too tired to revert to the kitchen table So then I had about a forty minute bedtime snuggle with them, then a shower, and then more attempts Leo was so snuggled on my lap it was gorgeous, so there we stayed for about thirty minutes, then I managed to ease the laptop into the fray with him snuggling up against me and not hampering my typing too much, so some reading and work done And now I have come out to the kitchen table for WAA. It's almost 11pm now. sometime soonish

I will reply to some other posts now (as well as post the short opening south); have been smiling reading some of them on my mobile. Some terrific banter. You guys are totally awesome.

Tomorrow I am at my parents place, so not sure if I will post then, but Friday night I will most definitely!

[gregrowlerson]

THREE OR FOUR GHOSTS IN BLUE CITY – PART ONE


I – aka The Boy – was enjoying a totally awesomey day in the sunshine at the zoo; but it was about to get even awesomer. For after taking in the giraffes, baboons, lions – you know, the regulars – I was in for a sweet surprise. At the back of the lake – or the side, I suppose it depends on your perspective – it was; a picture perfect snow leopard. I tell you, if there was a more excited boy in the world at that moment then well, he must have been pretty damn excited.

It was yay, yay, yay! Did I mention that it was yay?

Anyway, I just stood there, transfixed by the magic of the creature in my midst. Time passed, a great deal of it, but one cannot tell exactly how long in these moments, for time no longer matters. Only on this occasion it still kind of did. Because zoos have a closing time, as we all know.

Now as I stood, in the afternoon sunlight, I was rather oblivious to what else was going on around me. But from the little that I could gather, nobody else was transfixed by what I was. In fact nobody was in the least bit interested in the furrtastic cat in my vicinity. People just kept wandering by, with the occasional mutter of, “Where are all the real leopards?” Real leopards? There was bloody one right here!

Side topic apparently I know, but just then my internet connection crashed - not sure why I was bothering to be online, but you know the youngish generation and their facebooking - as if a big black cloud had creepy crawled across the sky and changed the face of my big wide world. And now – all of a sudden, like a flash of lightning - I couldn’t see the bars. It was just me and the leopard. It was as if I had been engulfed by something. This was magic. But no, this wasn’t Harry Potter or Dresden. It was something more....real.

Most creatures fear the unknown. But I felt no fear, and so I entered the leopard’s lair with excitement, without trepidation. Why do people sometimes think negatively when obvious happiness awaits? Here was the most beautiful animal in the world, and I had the opportunity to gain access…to its world.

So I made some big jumps into its enclosure.

Not that I had to jump through anything. The coast was clear. But I felt like jumping anyhoo.

[Laikipia]

..................... and the suspense in the last line

Another great start GR ............ I'll be checking from time to time for part 2. Enjoy time with your parents.

Mrs Kipia

[gregrowlerson]

Mrs Kipia Sorry to spoil the 'suspense', but it's not exactly an action story

It's probably 80% written actually, but feeling rather lazy and can't be bothered putting it together just now. I need a different kind of energy for that I think. Last night was a cozy one at the folkies, and tonight I had ambitions to do writing, but have ended up just snuggling with the pooches and watching television. Too tired to sit at kitchen table Even now Leaping Leo is snuggled under my right arm, so it's rather difficult to type, but also lovely and kinda comfortable at the same time. Will probably head off to in an hour or so, but MUST spend time on WAA! I really am obsessed with this forum, but it's a healthy obsession. Because a major part of my day is not just posting on here, but the 'excitement' of the interacting of the follow up posts; it all just brings me so many smiles. So the WAA really is like a drug for me, and to say that it takes precedance over story writing possibly now is a big deal, but if that is so then it's because the WAA gives me soooo much and back. The WAA has become my great reliable rock to rest upon in life

Tomorrow I am working again, and then maybe going to my brothers place. He sort of invited me this arfternoon, and horribley I've told him that I will see how I feel after work; code for, I really want to do some writing. What an anti-social freak! But I will probably go over there for a chill out night, and work should be good tomorrow too

A big story writing day Sunday Anyhoo, no stories too enthralling for you for a while I don't think Then again, you do love leopards!!

[Laikipia]

GR - time to relax and chill and enjoy Bella and Leo, and write if you feel like it, oh and of course visit your brother if you feel like it. Sometimes it's good to just do your own thing.

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[gregrowlerson]

I think I will make the journey to my bro's hood this afternoon/evening My parents are going over anyhoo to watch the footy (this particular game is only on pay tv); still, I think I shall take my laptop

Need to get my write on

[Laikipia]

good idea

Lai

[gregrowlerson]

Write on was a major fail today

Had a nice time at work; was working with the new girl again and she is a blast to be around, so it was good chill out time really.

I knew that it would be despite my 'behaviour': When she gave me the good news of the switch of workers, she gave me a high five. Childishly cool

After work today it was a lengthy walk with my wonder woos, whilst listening to some awesome music. Then some snuggle time with them, during which I lost a little track of time and ended up going to my bro's slightly late I missed first quarter of football match, not that I really cared about that I took the laptop though never bought it out of the car; it wasn't really the atmosphere to just break it out and start writing, but had nice relaxing time anyway with them all and had a lovely pasta meal cooked by my brother (and it even had sauce!)

Left there about 8pm and then once home the plan was to work on short stories. I only spent about twenty minutes on it, then my pooches were fighting and I thought I'd go and spend time with them; well then it was too comfortable to get off the couch and away from them I wasn't really in the writing mood anyhoo, and I think it is harder to write for me in the winter, as I want to snuggle with them, it's not just vice versa. So a lot of cuddles with Bella and Leo I foresee over the coming months

Writing will happen when it is meant to. Hmmm...maybe tomorrow

Switching on the telly before and saw some of an old Lewis, and on an ad discovered something huge!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endeavour_(TV_series)

A prequel to Morse!!!

It is on in Australia on June 9 so I will have to try to remember to tune in. Actually we have public holiday on June 10 so this should work out well

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