|Image: "On Saturday Beatrice Washed Her Sunday Dress"|
by Cara and Pam * Hand-Carved Original
It's not just me though..... Sophie was a normalish goat before she came here and now she walks sideways and spits like an over the hill baseball player chewing on tobaccy. Blanche ( who used to be a cat) has become obsessed with The Velveteen Rabbit ever since I read it to them for a bedtime story and won't stop hopping around and eating Rose's carrots.
|Image: Sophie DiMaggio|
Pinky Darling was invited for dinner. At about the time when she was supposed to be arriving I heard a huge kerfuffle and cackling sound. I looked out the window and saw at least 100 gulls flying overheard, oddviously keen on something. After further investigation I see Pinky herself, strolling down the road (top speed) waving at the gulls ..... was she cheering them on or shooing them away? Is Pinky a seagull whisperer? Will they make a romantic film about her life starring Meryl Peep and Russell Crow?
SO..... Pinky walks in the door, her own feathers ruffled.
The Saran wrapped bowl she is carrying is slightly covered in poop. Gull poop.
Pinky herself has been spared ( they seem to respect their leader).
Do you know what was in the bowl?
And so I repeat, as I sip my diet root beer, run my fingers through my candy floss hair and watch Sophie practicing her batting stance......
This place is weird.
|Image: Blanche, The Velveteen Rabbit-Cat|