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Posted on 06/01/2008 5:39:33 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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Every dog has his day: Gus, a one-eyed, three-legged Chinese Crested, probably wouldn't be let in the door at Westminster, but he obviously had what it takes to be the winner of the 20th Annual World's Ugliest Dog Competition at the Sonoma-Marin Fair in Petaluma.
Fainting at attention: A bearskin hat and June heat combine for a premature changing of the guard at Rideau Hall in Ottawa. Poor guy!
The brothers moose: No, it's not Photoshop, those really are Max and Moritz's daddy-long legs. The knobbular twins were born at the former East Berlin Zoo.
We should start seeing a few of these around town....mostly singles, but some twins, and on occasion triplets.
So I will suppose that all is well with you. I am doing well thanks. Just keeping some crazy hours because of work.
Well, knock it off. I miss you.
Thanks. LOL.
The air was hushed, the paths were bare, the streets were quiet and still,
and townsfolk closed their shutters tight, with a glance to the cliffs past the mill,
and countrymen cowered, crossing themselves, for not a man abroad would go
when the grey mist rolled over the cliffs, filling the valley below.
The children saw eyes full of fear, that night, for their parents would not stray out,
Outside, there was not a sound to be heard, not even the night watch's shout,
And the children would ask, whatever's the matter, what could scare you all so?
while the grey mist rolled over the cliffs, filling the valley below.
In the tavern's hall, where the guests were gathered, the very same question was asked,
And the company cornered the oldest of gaffers, whom they pestered and took him to task,
And he began his story, while the innkeeper fretted, and to bar all the windows did go,
as the grey mist rolled over the cliffs, filling the valley below.
"This valley was fair, the people were happy", the ancient old gaffer did say,
"ever since the time that the very last witches were finally driven away.
But the trouble and dread began, as it did, those many years ago,
when the grey mist rolled over the cliffs, filling the valley below.
"At the top of the cliffs, sat the hovel in which the last of the crones did abide,
and the townsfolk with torches and tools did come, and burned it with the witch still inside,
but as the roof collapsed, a veil of smoke mixed with fog that the wind did not blow,
and the grey mist rolled over the cliffs, filling the valley below.
"And every year, on the night of the fire, the crone returns in the smoke,
to take the lives, one by one, who took hers", the old gaffer spoke,
"One for each year, until all are consumed, that they may reap what they did sow,
when the grey mist rolled over the cliffs, filling the valley below."
The company shivered, they now knew the tale, and sat near the fire all night,
and not for gold would they leave that hall, so much were they filled with fright.
But the gaffer, he stiffened, he'd breathed his last, for it was now HIS turn to go,
as the grey mist rolled over the cliffs, filling the valley below.
8^))))
Powerful, powerful writing. It sings so well, and deepens with mystery in each stanza. The images are so strong, I can see the entire puzzle unfolding in the mist.
Excellent piece of work, thank you.
Hi Kathy, love the news pictures. A picture tour of events here and there. Thank You.
Aren’t the red pandas cute?? I read the caption several times, but I’m not sure what they meant.
Sorry I faded away, after last night’s battle with Charley horses, I was exhausted so I crashed for several hours.
Yeah, kinda of difficult to understand what they are saying. I found the Red Pandas in the Canteen. LOL
Oops.....I guess I got mixed up. I was rushing. d:o)
Good morning,
Ms Feather!
Afternoon, TT!
Good morning,
Fellow Lardites!!!
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