I hope, Chaoticheart, that you're not suggesting I'm ploughing a lonely furrow.
And I'm not. Anyone can make a pun here, karn't they? They don't have to ask, and haven't for ages. And they certainly don't have to go on bended knee and plead, if only because we're no longer in the so-called Beg Era....
It wasn't at all easy for me Mouse. I tried to Morcalialize my story and I found that that didn't fit with the Kipling style so I brooded for three or four days over the damn thing until I came up with what I did.
You're more clever than I am so you'll come up with something. Don't let the clockwork mouse kill your muse now.
Unless it IS your muse....
And of course for a mouse, where there's nourishment , there's usually a trap.
It wasn't at all easy for me Mouse. I tried to Morcalialize my story and I found that that didn't fit with the Kipling style so I brooded for three or four days over the damn thing until I came up with what I did.
You're more clever than I am so you'll come up with something. Don't make the clockwork mouse kill your muse now.
Unless it IS your muse....
I think I'd consider it a prize not to experience any of that. Hehe.
Okay 20 dollars then?
passing the buck?
As I've said,great to see poetry trumping prose sp far this month - and no budding Vogons in sight!
So you have a nodding acquaintance with Churchill, do you, Gary?
Please say, "Oh, yes!"
Good one Parson
MstrTal, I forgot to mention-------REAL tractors are red!
If you want to hear about crazy relatives, Tal, my great-grandfather, who's been dead now over ten years, once tried to shoot a mouse off his television set.
He also, in his day, set himself on fire, crushed a Fiat with a tree, and because of a runaway Jeep, killed a cow at the bottom of a mountainside. And that's just a few things I can remember off the top of my head.