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Inktober – Which Way Witchy

Some days are just like this . . .

Oct 8 Prompt CROOKED – Which Way Witchy

Posting a drawing a day on Curious to the Max with a once-a-week Sunday-7 Day Retrospective on CATNIPblog for those of you who just want to click- off the dailies!

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Inky Dinky-Tober – Poison & Under Water

INKTOBER: 31 Days, 31 drawings, based on pre-set prompts.  

Oct 3 Prompt POISON, Your Choice
Oct 4 Prompt UNDER WATER, Woofer’s Deep Dive

Posting a drawing a day on Curious to the Max with a once-a-week-retrospective on CATNIPblog for those of you who just want to click-off the dailies!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sneek Peek at my sketchy life – 2 bares and a nude . . .

 . . . or 2 nudes and a bare . . .  or 3 nudes . . . or 2 bares and a bear . . .

at any rate, none of them wore clothes.

Bare 1
Bare 1, charcoal 10 min sketch
Bare 2
Bare 2, charcoal 15 min sketch

Ink Flare Pome By Shari Bonin-Pratt

You bared your soul.
The woman bared her bottom.
The monkey bared his soles.
Your sketches really got ’em

Bare 3
Bare 3, charcoal 3 hours & 15 min sketch . . . (he wouldn’t sit still)

” . . . bear this matter in mind”

” But to blessed animals the utmost kindness must be shown, the more the better. Tenderness and loving-kindness are basic principles of God’s heavenly Kingdom. Ye should most carefully bear this matter in mind.”  Baha’i World Faith

A 400 lb. black bear wandered into a residential neighborhood in Florida.  Black bears half this size have attacked and killed humans across the nation recently … twice in Florida.  Wildlife officers sedated the bear to safely relocate him, and that’s when things began to go horribly wrong.”

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The tranquilizer dart sent the bear into a panic and he ran towardsthe saltwater Inland Waterway, evading officers.”Fh1NPrUuj_QkrgJGB7LMOEhn6UNBQjiAT7ZnqYvLav3OcNsMML7XF5mqF2pE2-WWtlRjTpJi0N7wPyeQ0NUkNc5MJIXfO7hptRB4_2sU0WsEBhmXi0C1dhKMBG36fAMRWLmqWhiM5sBxRdKh3vAy7Z12DZAQGAI=s0-d-e1-ft“As he swam further and further out, he became drowsy and started to drown.But Adam Warwick, a biologist with the Wildlife Commission, wasn’t about to let that happen.
Adam went into the water after the bear… yeah, after a bear … to stop him from going under.”40axVLexcJTvHeifCV1gu-jxGopjgf4DcKea0A9UrFKmXGFIRtniErAGR-tbfHMuGsZU9c2M4QH4XbmiuWMiQmKyRxE3hMeBCNhxwpAQ5UKd6fqEr9tBv8BlQHvAqNu-Dm8zprLp-ZwvdWghNq0OoccREirBxyM=s0-d-e1-ft It was a spur of the moment decision. I had a lot of adrenaline pumping when I saw the helpless bear in the water dying. HAmEt5lRE48RGDSEaJzTvdiArNlbls91Gcq56uJrLm4wadHGCFAPYZPnFBUocfv0jcmww5NdSMY3bZfyWnq2YriOMG4NUt2HYAOB4Ko31KZ14IBUEIdBzL0_fq_XjZ4CjVOSEc4mB2bS9ZNilyJOMt-NmjYX1eU=s0-d-e1-ft“He knew the very high risk, considering the powerful bear was scared and could have easily became aggressive to defend itself, killing him with a single swipe or bite. But the bear somehow seemed to know it was in good hands.”sAGKW1wlXLw8kNmaphgZc2yHjRk13eBVsIaOMo7ksQy1oAaO7gj-4FMqQ9-gmL_VxvvEZxVxhCzPkcze3x2PGMV_iADgUsq3jlKDtb_-7rAUPFlBF-fLyWebQsWcPqkRpwytEM45mJSSuvdlE4XuwBN7pEPYcY4=s0-d-e1-ft“It seemed to become calm when under the man’s control? Adam’s determination finally got the 400 pound wild creature safely back into shallow water.”vte4GprBuWFbo40-9xMrBeNs0uP8dy2wrxKdfV98_K1XgTLL05cZSKA-_vHJUxYHiAN_16ukZyXJtbbe1LjZzXEuS8-u-Tme4X6n4gQL1JKD6QTXFd1Enc8dVeiccn459laHcMn5zV292d5CnRVH5z7bAlt10zQ=s0-d-e1-ft“Adam suffered only a scratch from the rescue.”Oz21XB48nnCHA5OOTH-xwltIfLb9E2K9yO6UjpYLGYL7UufsXi2iqSOAIE-5b3vxFC76Li-G8rGHWXXyn9iu1CeOHgN8dkZYImVE7MPRdq28FXBXaKwiLkqFIo3Xzu2IGEs6QMnHwzAQsqQsUZXku0CbpeZ7K4w=s0-d-e1-ft“Once they reached the shore, other team members came to help.”IMOvW4YSw6Uzno8H20E6aTs9y9egWXtLPdDquq9YygdrEFl2GZNcQET-CyNpl8Dd3E04pkR7k8sMeejdkBeCA-KpwZVtdavZpe2tukIm4sXSd8kxuKE8cQKvzd7k3x2JTjXbN8CY9wAq0z0DYZSB7yCqxPSU8XQ=s0-d-e1-ft“The team was able to use a tractor bucket to transport the poor guy back to his home in Osceola National Forest.”unnamed-3“Adam rode with him back home … a sight you don’t see on the highway every day (neither had a helmet).”vF6bhPUyG4lDCge6kSr0SHQP0ztyyIiPZp4iGU9ypd1tFJ4Ailuwg7-KR6ewamvT-sogAwX7SWFECvAc_joeR3oWNja93k_mXhGfsKp7YOglSViyfsBlRsVumq2qiAlkP0G4rD5kWnko5UuFTh-jgC8yIPGBZDpb=s0-d-e1-ft“… where he is safe and happy again and has one honking’ story to tell the grand kids.”

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but by the moments that take your breath away”

Thanks Linda B. for sharing this!!!

 

Freddie’s Flash Fiction – The Tree

Dear Human-beings and other creatures, Those of you who follow my posts know how frank and fundamentally illuminating they are (not to mention how fantastically informative about the human condition).   This post is no exception as my story The Tree has an important lesson for all to heed.

Here is my first (and possibly only) draft of the story.  Those of you who appreciate and are knowledgable about this genre your “critique” would be appreciated before I am sought out by publishers.

Freddie Parker Westerfield, Published Author
Freddie Parker Westerfield, Published Author

 Freddie’s Flash Fiction

The Tree

By Freddie Parker Westerfield

Once upon a time, a long time ago, there lived a tree. (I frequently start my writing with “Once upon a time” as it lends a universal appeal to readers young and old) Its trunk was crooked and all its bark was peeling.  Big roots spread all around the tree, some deep in the earth and some growing above the ground.  The Tree lived in a park with other trees of its own kind on the far edge of town.  Every day many dogs of differing sizes and persuasions came to claim the tree as their territory.

One day, after years of being claimed, the tree yelled at a big black dog with pointy ears and a black nose sniffing around its roots, “I am NOT your territory!” The big black dog didn’t care what the tree thought, claimed it for its own and walked on looking for more territory.  

Within minutes a little white dog with floppy ears and a wet nose sniffed out where the big black dog had been. “I am a tree not a fire hydrant!,” the tree yelled at the little white dog  who ignored the tree, claimed it for its own and walked on looking for more territory.  

The tree, ever alert for impending indignities,  spotted a medium-sized dog with shaggy brown hair and a pink nose approaching.   Finally, after many years of being claimed by many dogs, the tree figured out that actions speak louder than words.  So it picked up its roots and walked away.

The end of my tail

The End

Frankly & Faithfully yours,

Freddie Parker Westerfield, Canine Dog Therapist RET, Author

Read my last published work: The Real Tail of Little Red Riding Hood

 

Cure for pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis – Part III

Stroppy became famous from Esther Newton’s weekly writing challenge

For those of you new to my blog read the beginning of the story below to learn how Stroppy and her lonely astronaut ended up in the black abyss of outer space.

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Writing challenge #3 –  A 10-word story using the following 5 words:  Fedora, Patagonia, pink, melancholy, and Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis (apparently the longest word in the dictionary, meaning a lung disease caused by inhalation of very fine silica or quartz dust – which, as we all know, is easily contracted should you find yourself untethered in space)

Patagonia*, adjusting her pink fedora, cured her melancholy astronaut’s pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.

*”Patagonia” is one of Stroppy’s nick-names, which she often uses when feeling a bit frivolous.

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Writing challenge #1 – A 20-word story, using the words, ‘fairy’, ‘tomato’, ‘stroppy’, ‘nuzzling’ and ‘astronaut’.

Nuzzling the alien Stroppy, the lonely astronaut watched the tomato-earth rise. Stroppy comforted him. It’s no fairy-tale in space.

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Writing challenge #2 – use the following sentence in a story of any length: “I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this, I thought.”

Stroppy eyed her lonely astronaut tethered next to her in space I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this, she thought. Now that we’ve nuzzled it’s time. She bit cleanly through his safety tether and taking his gloved hand in hers pointed the jet thruster toward home. With a twinkle in her eye and terror in his, they zoomed off into the vacuum of space to meet Mom and Dad.

 

 

 

Up a Tree X 8

An octopus in the sea

decided “Hey, this isn’t for me.” 

Climbing out of the muck

 said “If my life’s going to suck

I might as well be up a tree.”

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The Pacific Northwest tree octopus (Octopus paxarbolis) apparently was first sighted in the temperate rain forests of the Olympic Peninsula on the west coast of North America.  

However, since octopi, or more grammatically proper, octopuses (crediting Maggie Wilson , The Zombies Ate My Brain, for this important research) , are extremely intelligent  (“Some evolutionary theorists suppose that ‘arboreal adaptation’ is what laid the groundwork in primates for the evolution of the human mind.”) it appears tree octopuses are acclimating to harsher and milder climes in their quest for survival.  

 Check out sightings of the ALLEGED tree Octopus here.

Thanks to Jacqui Murray for helping to make me, her public, aware of this, ahem, “endangered species

Jacqui Murray, Ask a Tech Teacher

True Facts about the Octopus . . . . . and the Pentapus

Excess in life

just leads to strife

All I need is five 

to stay alive

One with which to eat

Two for feet

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whether or not it’s there

and the last to procreate

Who on earth needs eight?

Thanks Daru!

 

 

Stroppy and the Astronaut, Part II

I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this, I thought, as I wrote Stroppy and the Astronaut, part II  for this writing challenge from Esther Newton.  The sentence (in red) has to be included somewhere in the story:  

Click here for my first “Stroppy Story” which might, or might not, help you understand this one. 

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Stroppy eyed her lonely astronaut tethered next to her in space I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this, she thought. Now that we’ve nuzzled it’s time. She bit cleanly through his safety tether and taking his gloved hand in hers pointed the jet thruster toward home. With a twinkle in her eye and terror in his, they zoomed off into the vacuum of space to meet Mom and Dad.

Bob Blobfish sez: ". . .  I can’t believe she actually wrote this, he thought.  . . "
Bob Blobfish: “. . . I can’t believe she actually wrote this, he thought. . . “

 

Amusingly Mindful Meditative Amusement – with Stroppy

I fall asleep when I try to meditate. Doesn’t matter what type of meditation, I fall asleep.  So I’m now practicing my own form: “Meditative Amusement” (or should I call it “Amusing Meditation” or “Mindful Amusement”?).    

Focusing on amusing myself matches the conventional definition of meditation* (AND makes me smile which is therapeutic in itself), don’t you think? 

Here’s what led me to Amusing Meditation:   Jacqui Murray who has an excellent writing blog – Word Dreams (among many other blogs) introduced me to Esther Newton, a British author, who has a weekly writing challenge . . . 

This week’s challenge is to write a 20-word story, using the words, ‘fairy’, ‘tomato’, ‘stroppy’, ‘nuzzling’ and ‘astronaut’

alien Stroppy
alien Stroppy by j

My 20-word story:

Nuzzling the alien Stroppy, the lonely astronaut watched the tomato-earth rise. Stroppy comforted him. It’s no fairy-tale in space.

Try mindfully amusing yourself – having your own Stroppy is optional.

*”A practice of concentrated focus upon a sound, object, visualization, the breath, movement, or attention itself in order to increase awareness of the present moment, reduce stresspromote relaxation, and enhance personal and spiritual growth.”

“W” is for Wences & Wendy

Senor Wences always made me smile and NOW herrrrrrrrrrrrres Wendy! To quote Sharon Bonin- Pratt  “Whoowhee! Wowzers! Whoop dee doo! Won’erful won’erful!”

“Marc Metral has a unique bit he does with his dog, Wendy. When he brings her out on stage, the audience and judges are skeptical about her ability to talk. But once she starts singing, the entire audience loses it.”

Thanks Joyce!

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“V” is for Vampire Squid

“The Vampire squid from hell

is actually rather quite swell

 He doesn’t suck blood

 or lurk in  the mud

but in chilly, dark waters drifts free

where he never eats meats

just low-calorie treats

that sink toward the bottom of the sea

A sighting is transforming

But here’s a forewarning

always go in the morning

and certainly not on a whim

For late at night you’ll die from fright

especially if you can’t swim

The scientific name for the species, Vampyroteuthis infernalis, translates to “vampire squid from hell,” but the animal’s behavior isn’t all that intimidating.

“Vampire squid drift in chilly, dark waters with low oxygen levels up to 9,800 feet (3,000 meters) below the surface. They have a low metabolism and they eat low-calorie foods — mostly “marine snow,” or clumps of particles, that sink down the water column.”

The new findings were published  in the journal Current Biology.”

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“T” is for Terrible Terror Bird

Have you ever heard of the Terror Bird?

He was real,  it’s not absurd

At ten feet tall

his turds weren’t small

and his face alone

could turn you to stone

It would have frightened me so

to be kicked with his toe

knocked out with his breath

then  pecked to death

 What could I say to not be his prey?

“Good day, Mr Bird, I won’t get in your way”

“Whatever you want, whatever you say”

“It’s not nice to eat

my flesh for your meat”

It’s a relief to now know

His reign is no go

Terror Bird is toast

just bones at the most

or maybe . . . a 40 pound roast?

“An army of huge carnivorous “terror birds” — some as big as 10 feet tall — ruled South America for tens of millions of years before going extinct some 2.5 million years ago.”

“Now, with the discovery of a new species of terror bird called Llallawavis scagliai [in Argentina] paleontologists are gaining fresh insight into this fearsome family of top predators.”

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“Llallawavis likely lived around 3.5 million years ago, near the end of terror birds’ reign, according to the researchers. It stood about four feet tall and weighed about 40 pounds.”

An article describing the findings was published online March 20 in the Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/04/10/terror-bird-fossil-discovered_n_7040716.html

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“N” is for Nineteen & Nude

Don’t fret little fellow

You’ll grow into a handsome lad

 and hopefully more mellow

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A 19-day-old Spix macaw* raised by a German conservation group for threatened parrots in Schoeneiche, near Berlin.

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*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spix%27s_macaw

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“B” is for Blobfish, Better-known as Bob

Bob the Blobfish has been a regular on this blog for years.  His commentary is broadly heralded by readers as being bold, beautifully brash and brilliantly blunt

“In 2013 The blobfish was voted the “World’s Ugliest Animal”, based on photographs of decompressed specimens, and adopted as the mascot of the Ugly Animal Preservation Society, in an initiative “dedicated to raising the profile of some of Mother Nature’s more aesthetically challenged children”‘

". . .  Now she's really got something to be scared about . . . "
“No BUTS about it, I tell it like I see it  . . . “

Behold Bob the Blobfish

I’m a blob and I know it

No need to show it

That’s why I live

3,000 feet underwater in the sea

so be a buddy and let me B!

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Click here to see previous posts: “A” and “B” down, “C” to go!

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Sneak a Peek into My Journal – Looking for a spark

It’s been a rough several months.  I suspect that in order to flee all the snow in the Eastern United States my “Fibro-Fiend” needed a bit of sunshine so dropped in for a visit.  It’s been sunny and warm here and she just won’t leave.  

She’s a demanding house-guest and almost all my energy is spent focusing on her needs.   She doesn’t have a very good sense of humor either and I have to find ways to amuse myself.  I’ve not had the energy to participate in Year of the Spark so I revisited some old, EASY Carla Sonheim exercises looking for some spark.

Click here – Irritated Birds – to see how I made the birdies.

Put a beak on it!

Put a beak on it!

Blob Critters  (they don’t have names yet)

  • Made a blob of color using water-color
  • Found critters in the blobs
  • Drew a bit

Blob critters

Blob critters

That’s all folks.  Gotta go feed Fibro-Fiend. 

Year of the Spark, Carla Sonheim & Lynn Whipple
Year of the Spark, Carla Sonheim & Lynn Whipple

 

Frankly Freddie, The REAL Tail of Little Red Riding Hood

Warning!  Do NOT read the story of Little Red Riding hood that has been circulating. It’s filled with violence and death. 

The Real (& Untold Story) of Little Red Riding Hood

Dedicated to all adoptees, whether two or four-legged.

by Freddie Parker Westerfield

Freddie Parker Westerfield
Freddie Parker Westerfield, Author

     Once upon a time in a land far away lived a little orphan wolf. How he became an orphan is not known, the records being lost long ago in the archives of the forest.

     The tale simply begins: Abandoned and never having been around others of his own kind the little orphan wolf didn’t know what sharp teeth he had. He didn’t know what big eyes he had. He didn’t know what a bushy tail he had. He didn’t know how hairy he was. He didn’t know how scary he was. All he knew was that he was alone in a big forest filled with creatures and critters that ran away from him as soon as he approached.

     So the little orphan wolf covered himself with branches and leaves to listen to the birds sing to each other in the trees.

     He laid in tall grass to watch the squirrels play so they wouldn’t leap out of his sight.

     He hid behind bushes to sneak peaks at the deer eating their meals.

     But every day, all day, he was alone: every morning he ate by himself; every evening he played by himself; every night he settled down to sleep, alone.

     One day the little orphan wolf decided to set out from his forest home to find someone, somewhere, to be his friend.

     Along the way he came upon a little girl. She had a yellow curl and wore a red cape and hood. Why she wore a red cape and hood is not known, the records being lost long ago in the archives of the forest.

     Because she was young, and bigger than the little orphan wolf she wasn’t scared, she didn’t run away, she stopped and asked: “Where are you going Mr. Wolf?”

     “I’m off to find a friend so that I am not alone. I’m off to find a friend to share my meals with. I am off to find a friend to play with and most of all I off to find a friend to talk with. I am very lonely.”

     The little girl with the yellow curl wearing the red cape and hood, feeling sorry for the little orphan wolf, said, “Come with me to Grandma’s house. She makes delicious muffins with the berries I pick in the forest. She sits at the table while I eat the muffins and listens to me talk. Grandma loves all of God’s creatures. She can’t be your grandma, but maybe she can be your friend.”

     “I don’t know what a Grandma is,” replied the little orphan wolf, “but she sounds exactly like the friend I’m looking for.”

     And so the little orphan wolf set off with the little girl with a curl who wore a red cape and hood to Grandma’s house.

     They passed by a giant berry bush. “Stop here to pick berries for the delicious muffins Grandma makes,” said the little girl. They picked only the very ripest berries and carefully carried them in the pockets of the red cape.

     They passed by a field of flowers. “Stop here to pick flowers for Grandma to put on the table where we sit and she listens to me talk,” explained the little girl. They picked a bouquet of blue and pink flowers and carefully wrapped them in the red hood.

     They passed a bubbling brook where cool waters ran. “Let’s stop here for a drink to refresh ourselves after all our work picking berries and flowers,” suggested the little girl. They drank from the bubbling brook and carefully rested on the red cape so as not to crush the berries or smash the flowers.

     As they walked over the crest of a hill the little girl pointed and exclaimed, “Look! There’s Grandma’s house. Let’s see if she will be your friend.”

     The little orphan wolf peeked out from behind the red cape not sure what a grandma was. His eyes grew bigger and bigger as he watched Grandma greet the little girl with a big hug and the biggest, most wonderful smile, neither of which he had ever seen before.

     The little girl announced, “Grandma, I’ve brought you berries so you can make me delicious muffins. I’ve brought you flowers to put on the table where we sit and you listen to me talk. I’ve brought you a little orphan wolf who is lonely and looking for a friend”

     Never having met a grandma before and not knowing how to greet one the little orphan wolf opened his mouth, showed his sharp teeth and wagged his bushy tail.

     “My! What sharp white teeth you have”, gasped grandma. “The better to protect you with” replied the little orphan wolf.

      “My! What big brown eyes you have,” marveled Grandma. “The better to lovingly look up at you with”, replied the little orphan wolf.

     “My! What a bushy tail you have,” exclaimed Grandma. “The better to wag at you with happiness,” replied the little orphan wolf.

     “My! How fluffy your hair is,” declared Grandma. “The better to cuddle with and keep you warm,said the little orphan wolf.

     “Oh my goodness”, sighed Grandma. “I will be your friend and feed you delicious berry treats, while you sit and listen to me.”

      “And because you are one of God’s creatures I will call you FREDDIE.”

     Where upon the little orphan wolf looked up at Grandma with big eyes, wagged his bushy tail, stuck out his wet tongue and gave Grandma an appreciative lick.

     He had found his friend.

And so ends my tail

The End of the Tale