she's still not over the fact that she is under the ground she speaks in rattly, clattery hissing voices whenever they come around "I'll reach right up and turn your ankles you unforgivable gits, for burying me, prematurely, over a spell of the coughing fits" so angry with her new residence and bored a deeper shade of blue she's knocked over her marble marker and broken it clean in two. Boo! ~ Rene 2010 To join Magpie Tales click HERE For another take on this magpie please check out "The Song Of The Stone Healer"
but whose mummy is it?
ReplyDeleteand are you sure its not a daddy?
smiles.
pretty cool what you see in that pic rene
how you been?
Hah! Brian. Mummy had to powder her nose...wait...where's my nose?
ReplyDeleteWhat's good with you?
ah you know...grad school...kicking my butt...
Deleteteaching...almost summer though...smiles
Nice one Rene...thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteI was looking to see if I could identify any good snack packages beside the bed!!!! The origin of the "gnawed repose", I suspect!
ReplyDeleteHa ha , of course ! Hipster mummy has fallen down the far side ....
ReplyDeleteOh, those nights when the gnawing doesn't stop...
ReplyDeleteHipster mummy is right!
ReplyDeletePearl
Brief. Personal. Direct.
ReplyDeleteMuch said with few words...
ReplyDeletewell done! Love the "gnawed repose"!
ReplyDeleteYum - or maybe not - as in the mess!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Ha...like the play on words with "mummy"...
ReplyDeleteA succinct sucka-punch!!
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