Because of the state-wide quarantines many of the local SPCA’s are having an influx of animals. You have decided that you would love to have a new pet. Would you go the normal wizardry route and pick and owl, a cat, or a toad? Or would you become a more eccentric wizard (like Hagrid, the games keeper) and seek out a three-headed dog, a dragon, or a unicorn? Please explain your answer.
The Dra-Gon: because deep inside this fearsome exterior is a heart of gold, waiting,
to unleash its awesome powers which are innumerable
and jostle one another for supremacy
until they are needed in the hour of greatest need
against that villainous monster, MALADORK, the unnameable but named all the same.
Neville Longbottom was gifted a Remembrall. This was a glass ball that would assist you in maintaining memories of things that you often forget. What would you want your Remembrall to help you remember?
I would want to remember everything good that I ever forgot.
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See picture prompt, a response in monkey-ese.
Swishy-tailey, me peek, silly she,
The mugwump bare-skin two-peddy.
Why she not eating
Why she just waving
Oh-boy yellow-sweety thing to me?
Coo-Mummy say, me thinky much.
Growly-tummy say, why fussy much?
“Silly two-peddy she, God bless-bless to you.”
Swishy-tailey, yellow-sweety, woo-hoo! Yum.🍌
Sneaking my entry in under the wire for this week on Melanie’s Share Your World.
Where Do You Not Mind Waiting?
Almost anywhere. As long as my patience isn’t tested beyond endurance.
But a doctor’s office is the worst. It’s not just the wait, it’s the anxiety. What, you wonder, has she discovered this time? Are my blood test results okay? Any more tests? Ultrasounds? Intracavernous, intramuscular, intrajunctual, intravenal-focal-macular-subjunctal eldritch crepuscular morbidities?
You get the picture.
What Is In Your Fridge Right Now? (you’re not required to give a comprehensive list)
Food. Perishable items. Cryptic, I know.
If You Could Only Speak One Word Today, What Would It Be?
Would You Rather Be Trapped In An Elevator Full Of Men With BO Or Three Soaked Dogs? (this is with the codicil that C-19 doesn’t exist)
I’d prefer the dogs, but I’d rather not be trapped anywhere, much less an elevator. Elevators give me the jitters. I keep imagining an earthquake the very moment the doors shut, and me — and the dogs, if you insist — stuck between a crack in the earth and poor cell reception.
An Attitude of Gratitude
Please feel free to share something good about last week. This is NOT mandatory, it is just if you’d like to.
I’m grateful for fellow bloggers who share their good humor, their talents, their energies in making this world a place worth sharing, specifically this week, encouragement from fellow creative artists and writers. Sláinte!🍻
Well, you might wonder what happened to the little pantry mouse. She escaped the broom by a whisker and her cute selfie (don’t ask me how) was copied and pasted all over the internet! Then she found on revisiting the scene of her imprisonment, for another selfie, that someone had left a crumb of cheese with this note attached: