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Some Of my Friends dropped in

Here are a few of the Latest. They will be for Lemon Poppy Seeds and Etsy....I think. Hope you get a smile from these latest Brain farts.

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Prunella's Visit

Grace Tenderstitch slept in a brass bed. The mattress was too hard and needed to be replaced, and that was her thought for the 1000 time before she lay down to sleep that very late night. Around her was a stack of books, in various shapes and in a state of disarray, almost like a defensive wall against harm. The books rose up at precarious angles on her nightstand, threatening to spill over and take the lamp with them to the floor. They were somewhat dusty, a commentary on what Grace thought about housekeeping and where her personal space fell on the list of priorities. She didn't like that she was low on the list, and occasionally struggled to change it without much success.

Murray slept on the floor next to her. He had a bed of his own which he had abandoned to Swain the Cat. He preferred the floor next to Grace.

And this is where they all were, in there places softly snoring, when Ernie the weasel woke Murray with the News.

This next part of the story is difficult and complicated for me to write about. I guess its just best to tell the truth without much of a slant in any one's favor.

Murray felt that his job in life was to protect and guide Grace Tenderstitch. He knew that she needed to sleep and wanted her to not be disturbed with any more drama and what he considered to be unnecessary interruptions. For this reason, he growled softly at Ernie's News. It was like swearing in dog language. I won't translate, but you can use your imagination.

"I am not going to wake her," he hissed to Ernie.

"I think you should," insisted Ernie, "otherwise what am I to do with her?" I am not sure that Grace would even want her to bed down on the couch...she has an abundant odor...an I know odor..." this he added lamely, nodding his head.

Murray paused for a second and wondered how to deal with the situation. He had thoughts of running the Fig-Pink woman off, and swearing everyone to secrecy. Something told him that Grace would not approve of this behavior, or appreciate it.

He got up from his spot and stretched. His joints ached. He was not a young dog anymore. He took his giant black nose and rooted it into the armpit of Grace Tenderstitch, flipping her arm a little in the air. Waking her. "Whaaaat?" said Grace in an irritable voice. She sat up and laid her hand on Murray's soft woolly head.

"Grace, "said Murray, "Prunella Fig-Pink has come to us. The pie-rats have taken her home. She is here for help...and..." Murray couldn't think of what to say after this, he just didn't know how to finish.

Grace sighed. She lifted herself up and felt around for her robe which was cast over the top of a bookcase. As an after thought she switched on the light. Found her slippers.

"Come on," she said to Murray and to Ernie the Weasel.

In the living room of the Baggaraggs, a light glowed from a lamp that cast a shadow over the hunched form Of Prunella Fig-Pink. She was cold and despite her coat, shivered as she waited for Grace to get up. She argued with herself inside her head, and managed to quell the thought that she should just leave, and go home.

Grace stood in the doorway and watched Prunella for a moment before she spoke. She wanted to recoil in horror at the sight, but stood her ground. "What a night," she thought to herself. Out loud she said hestitantly, "Prunella?"

Prunella Fig-Pink looked up and in a pressured voice said "Grace why didn't you come to my Party?"

irene The Rag Ocean Crab

The Rag Ocean, where the Kelp Beds are daisy Chains...Irene has one draped across her lovely shell. Now on sale at Etsy.

Ethel Anne and the Radish Man

Ethel Anne is available on Lemon Poppy Seeds and the Radish Man can be found next door at the Small Asylum Shop. Just click the Links on the side baR

Seymour takes a Ride!

Elsbeth the Witch Next door

Prunella's Walk

Prunella Started into the Forest. Her breath came out in little fluffy clouds before her face, although the darkness of the night kept her from seeing much. She walked like someone who carries another life upon their shoulders, one that is heavier than their own. Her shoulders were rounded and hunched against the the cold, and braced to carry the burden that others could not see. Her footsteps were heavy, and inside her brain an argument raged that sometimes emitted fragments of verbalizations. Prunella was ambivalent at best about going to Grace for help. "why should I?" she blurted in anger. "The Rats," she answered herself. "She never came to my Party...she was my friend," she said in resignation. "I will not cry," she said, and answered herself: "after all this time, you should."
Whatever the argument that battled in her head, Prunella's feet knew the way to Grace Tenderstitch's home , even in the black night, even in a forest of naked trees armed with daggers of ice upon their limbs. Sometimes feet are the best deciders, and have the very best judgement when all else fails.
Meanwhile at the Baggaraggs, the residents were trying hard to settle. There was a restlessness that did not result in any kind of Peaceful sleep, and tension hung in the air, with apprehension holding its hand. The creatures of the Baggaraggs dozed but their little bodies were still partially vigilant, trusting not the silence of the night. Ernie the Night Watch- weasel was fully awake at his post for a change, and heard the footsteps before he could see who approached. "Who is that? Who goes there? Who comes to the Baggaraggs?, " he challenged into the night.You can imagine his surprise when Prunella Fig-Pink materialized from the darkness.
"Its Prunella Fig-Pink...I was once a friend of Grace Tenderstitch...I need help," she said wearily. "The Pie-rats have taken my home," she added.
There are places to leave a burden like Prunella Fig-Pinks. Sometimes the bearer simply decides that life is too interesting to carry such a trouble with them, and leave their anger, and sadness in a place called Forgetting. There are some who seek to tell another when their hearts are troubled, and do so in love. The joining of thoughts like these are sometimes a magic for sadness, and the empathy that results is like a tangible balm, that evaporate the trouble. It is like the sunshine that clears the cloudy day. There are those whose coping muscle is weak, however. They are the Collectors of troubling thoughts. They are the storers of anger, misdeeds and outrage. They have their reasons for doing so, and would deny these angry collections if confronted with it. It is a choice, I suppose. Prunella had the unfortunate disposition of being a Collector. In seeking Grace's help, she had a chance of seeking healing in the magic balm of Love, and empathy.

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