my gods i have turned into a word factory three episodes for my stories and the first ten pages of a main stream sci fi book churned out today in basic readable form ready for the cut and slash (apart from the book. today it seems i have not stopped writing but nothing was good enough for the moose and she sat on my shoulder all day moaning. well in a few days i will feed her and see what she lets me finish ready to go onto the site.
unfortunately folks it will be another sweet one as i will not do darn nu uh no way siree bob
hugs and loves to you all
Allie Elle wordsmith (mark that as moose slave)
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actually...
Unless you're Canadian or something, that should be a "muse" on your shoulder, not a "moose."
If you have a clumsy hairdresser, I suppose you could have "mousse" on your shoulder, or perhaps if you were in a food fight during the dessert course in a fancy restaurant.
Moose are dangerous critters to be on your shoulder
Beyond their great size and weight, I once saw one take a pee at a salt lick in the Canadian Rockies for over fifteen minutes continuously.
An animal with that vast a bladder is scary.
John in Wauwatosa
John in Wauwatosa
::boggling::
Wow ... and you stood there for over fifteen minutes and watched? I'd heard entertainment can sometimes be kinda scarce in some parts of the Canadian Rockies, but I had no idea it was quite that bad. *impish grin*
Writer--Artist--Dreamer
ROFL
to those tasting my idiosyncracies for moose read muse stilted prose can sometimes feel dead a smile is what brings the life back into it
to hug is to be and to be is to be hugged
view the world through the eyes of a child and relearn the wonder and love
Allie elle loved and cared for and resident of the kids camp full time
to hug is to be and to be is to be hugged
view the world through the eyes of a child and relearn the wonder and love
Allie elle loved and cared for and resident of the kids camp full time
It was in a very wild area of Braniff or Jasper Provincial Park
Supposedly, if you walked into the forest a few hundred yards off the road you were likely where no one of European decent have ever been before.
It beat watching paint dry and we were looking for other animals, I think several moose came and *went* – pun unintended -- during that time.
It wasn’t like I was being a pervert or anything. I was with the whole family, all five of us, in the early 1970s.
Plus anyone familiar with cattle or horses will likely agree they sure *go* a lot too. But then think of what they eat.
John in Wauwatosa.
John in Wauwatosa