Sunday, November 9, 2008


I just sent this to the folks I know that are cat owners. I mean, only guys that own cats understand that there's nothing unmanly about cute kitten pictures... Ok there's something VERY unmanly about cute kitten pictures, however, THIS particular kitten is a WAR KITTEN! Do you really believe that he's going to let those puppies live!? Even if he does, then he's most likely going to make them his thralls to labor incessantly in the catnip mines of Purina!

Beebee's Baby Bunny in a Bowl Fun Time Squealy Breakfast

This will be funnier if you watch this short video clip first.

Ok, I can just picture it. It's a sunny morning on the Sprite Sanctuary (our house, if you've never heard the term before). Inside, the cabin folks are walking into the living room with their breakfasts to enjoy a weekend morning together. All of a sudden Beebee (our resident badger sprite) walks by Naomi with this baby bunny in a bowl.

Naomi looks at it and says, "Oh, HOW CUTE!! Beebee, where did you find this baby bunny!?"

To which he answers, "Ahh, found outside. Look like make good breakfast."

A total silence descends upon the room except for the sound of a single spoon clinking against a cereal bowl as it's dropped back into it. Naomi is the first to speak. "BEEBEE!! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND!!?? YOU ARE NOT GOING TO EAT THAT PRECIOUS LITTLE BUNNY!! WHAT DO YOU THINK BUNNY WOULD SAY IF SHE WERE HERE!!??" (Bunny is, of course, our resident rabbit sprite)

To which Ryan would say partly to himself and those around him, "She'd probably say all the words that I can't anymore."

Beebee would be looking at Naomi in confusion. "Baby bunny have everything need to make strong.... blood, bones, gushy insides, fur...ok, not so much fur but lots blood." At this point some sprites would be swooning, but Naomi would have taken the "Beebee's Baby Bunny in a Bowl Fun Time Squealy Breakfast" out of Bebe's hands. Bebe would know better than to confront THIS sprite elder. "Ahhh...Beebee only one know what make good breakfast."

Naomi would NOT allow him any last word in this instance! "No, Beebee! You do not know what constitutes a GOOD breakfast! There's no goodness to be found by eating harmless little baby bunnies! Ryan, after you finish your cereal, would you pop over to the refuge and get Bunny? I'm sure that she will give this baby bunny a good home."

Adrian leans over to Turlock and says in a low voice, "Ya gotta admit.... that WAS pretty funny." Turlock nods while stifling a snicker that he knows would earn him a stern glare and subsequent, "I'm not talking to you Turlock MacBaene!"

Beebee lets out a half groan/growl as he goes to the fridge and pulls a raw piece of chicken out. "This ok breakfast, but not happytime fun breakfast like baby bunny would be."

Which earns him a tiny butt zap and a, "Anything else you'd like to add, young man?"

Beebee just shakes his head...!

Little Drummer Boy


Sometimes Daina and I will see a picture or just have a brief moment of reflection wherein one or more of our characters is "caught in a moment in time". We then tell each other of the scenario and how it is during such moments, that we both wish that our artistic capabilities were worthy of capturing these vignettes in our mind's eye. I hope this particular scenario brings, at the very least, a brief smile to your day.

Adrian Quicksilver forgets just how enchanting his voice and lute playing is. During the annual, Festival of the Bards, that takes place in Bard's Gate every summer, Adrian winds up leaving with a little more than what he arrived with. After a special performance for aspiring toddler bards, Adrian forgot to sing his "Song of Release" to this particular little drummer boy and almost makes it back to his inn when he hears a single diminutive "Thunk" come from behind him. Alarmed, he quickly spins around to see nothing... that is, until he lowers his gaze to see his almost euphorically entranced admirer smiling up at him. He takes the child back to the "Toddlers Grotto" and gently sings a releasing melody right before handing the tyke to his greatly relieved parents.

Kevin