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Monday 6 October 2008
Monday 22 September 2008
There was a beautiful rainbow one day and then came Grrk. Everytime a rainbow appears a Grrk is born. They are like condensed rainbow, made into a living being. A ball of rainbow colours falls to the ground, and then they make a home of whatever they fall on. This one fell on one of our blankets. It won’t leave it, it’s far too shy. We’ve adopted it and named it Grrk, since that’s the noise it makes, a rather croaky grrk. We’ve given it a place to stay and we feed it. Our previous creature, Munch, has become solid friends with it. Often, when they’re together, you hear soft rhythmic sounds of *munch-grrk* as they speak in some unknown language(s) only known to them.Monday 25 August 2008
Munch
*munch*
“What’s that?”
*MUNCH*
“Flippin’eck! What on Earth is that?”
*munchburpgurgle*
“Erm, I think we have something in the cupboard. It’s moving! What is it?!”
Well we finally found out, it was this snail-like creature that had found itself amongst our clothes and was “eating” the patterns on some of the socks. Well, that is, it opened its mouth and mouthed the socks without actually biting anything off. Instead, the patterns and colours it mouthed then became the colours of its skin and shell! It’s like the mouth was a camera or something and we think it gets its nutrition by taking a “photo” of the patterns.
Well, we have plenty of spare socks to spare, and we’ve made a special little place for this little creature, which we occasionally take out as it likes a bit of a tour around the house, occasionally, seeing if any other patterns are just as tasty as socks (so far, apparently not!)
We’ve called it Munch, and no longer get concerned about the noises it makes. It’s kind of soothing actually…
“What’s that?”
*MUNCH*
“Flippin’eck! What on Earth is that?”
*munchburpgurgle*
“Erm, I think we have something in the cupboard. It’s moving! What is it?!”
Well we finally found out, it was this snail-like creature that had found itself amongst our clothes and was “eating” the patterns on some of the socks. Well, that is, it opened its mouth and mouthed the socks without actually biting anything off. Instead, the patterns and colours it mouthed then became the colours of its skin and shell! It’s like the mouth was a camera or something and we think it gets its nutrition by taking a “photo” of the patterns.
Well, we have plenty of spare socks to spare, and we’ve made a special little place for this little creature, which we occasionally take out as it likes a bit of a tour around the house, occasionally, seeing if any other patterns are just as tasty as socks (so far, apparently not!)
We’ve called it Munch, and no longer get concerned about the noises it makes. It’s kind of soothing actually…
Wednesday 6 August 2008
At the bottom of the cosmic tree is a Great Fire that cooks the cauldron of existence into activity, swirling and stirring the universe into life, brewing it through its evolution. All God wanted was to boil an egg, and look what happened!
Well, this isn't about anything quite as cosmic as that. No, that just gives us something to start from, a place, because down in this Great Fire live many little and big creatures, perhaps the very creatures that made God's boiled egg go a bit funny. One of these little creatures was a fire sprite, called Lark, A mischevious and fun little creature, but more fun than mischevious. Well one day he saw the Sun moving high overhead, bright and flaming, not too different from his home, and a thought came into his head; "I'd like to be there with the Sun, being able to see everything." Unfortunately, he couldn't get up there by himself, so he couldn't tell the Sun about his desire.Immediately he started forming a plan in his head, and from a feather that had fallen down from Earth, a spark of fire and something a bit like clay, he created a messenger that could reach the Sun for him with his message, a small brown bird with a small crest upon its head, which he called skylark, half after him and half after its mission. It was told to fly high and sing a song to the Sun about Lark's desire, telling the Sun to go down for him since he couldn't go up.So the skylark left the Great Fire, high up it went and past the Earth to the Sun. But by the time it had reached the Sun, it had forgotten its mission. All it could remember was to sing to the Sun, which it did, and which the Sun thought was a very nice song from such a small bird. The skylark was content with itself, but didn't know what to do next. The Sun, in a good helpful mood, pointed to the Earth and talked about open meadows and high skies, which the skylark liked the sound of, So off it went, found itself a nice meadow and made itself a nice nest with some nice chicks, more skylarks. Ever since then the skylark with its children has lived in meadows and flown high, singing to the Sun, even though it has forgotten the reason why, staying on the Earth ever since, "larking around," which is exactly where the expression came from!Lark the fire Sprite never did get his desire fulfilled, but it doesn't matter, since just at the same time the skylark forgot its mission, so did Lark, who was onto pursuing his next desire and the next, and the next, the next, next...
Well, this isn't about anything quite as cosmic as that. No, that just gives us something to start from, a place, because down in this Great Fire live many little and big creatures, perhaps the very creatures that made God's boiled egg go a bit funny. One of these little creatures was a fire sprite, called Lark, A mischevious and fun little creature, but more fun than mischevious. Well one day he saw the Sun moving high overhead, bright and flaming, not too different from his home, and a thought came into his head; "I'd like to be there with the Sun, being able to see everything." Unfortunately, he couldn't get up there by himself, so he couldn't tell the Sun about his desire.Immediately he started forming a plan in his head, and from a feather that had fallen down from Earth, a spark of fire and something a bit like clay, he created a messenger that could reach the Sun for him with his message, a small brown bird with a small crest upon its head, which he called skylark, half after him and half after its mission. It was told to fly high and sing a song to the Sun about Lark's desire, telling the Sun to go down for him since he couldn't go up.So the skylark left the Great Fire, high up it went and past the Earth to the Sun. But by the time it had reached the Sun, it had forgotten its mission. All it could remember was to sing to the Sun, which it did, and which the Sun thought was a very nice song from such a small bird. The skylark was content with itself, but didn't know what to do next. The Sun, in a good helpful mood, pointed to the Earth and talked about open meadows and high skies, which the skylark liked the sound of, So off it went, found itself a nice meadow and made itself a nice nest with some nice chicks, more skylarks. Ever since then the skylark with its children has lived in meadows and flown high, singing to the Sun, even though it has forgotten the reason why, staying on the Earth ever since, "larking around," which is exactly where the expression came from!Lark the fire Sprite never did get his desire fulfilled, but it doesn't matter, since just at the same time the skylark forgot its mission, so did Lark, who was onto pursuing his next desire and the next, and the next, the next, next...
The picture of Lark was done by Adam.
And the sock-bird, Skylark, was done by Mika.
Su-su-superdibber!
Faster than a speeding snail! More powerful than a toy train! Able to leap tall fleas at a single bound! "Look! Down in the pond!" "It's a fish!" "It's a frog!" "It's Superdibber!"...
Yes, it's Superdibber ... strange visitor from another pond who came to this pond with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal socks and dibbers! Superdibber... who can change the course of mighty puddles, bend copper wire in his bare hands, and who, disguised as A. Planter, mild-mannered dibber for a great metropolitan garden, fights a never-ending battle for truth, justice, and the dibbing way!
Yes, it's Superdibber ... strange visitor from another pond who came to this pond with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal socks and dibbers! Superdibber... who can change the course of mighty puddles, bend copper wire in his bare hands, and who, disguised as A. Planter, mild-mannered dibber for a great metropolitan garden, fights a never-ending battle for truth, justice, and the dibbing way!
Tuesday 8 July 2008
Ovvy the Egg Nanny
Ever wonder what happens to the eggs when a bird wants a break from laying it? Well that's where Ovvy comes in. Just the other day, we walked into our chicken coop and found this little creature handing an egg back to one of our broody chicken. We wondered what was going on and started to question it.
"I'm Ovvy and I'm the Egg Nanny. If you got a fertilized egg that you need taking care of for a short while then you can give it to me and I'll take it for a walk for a couple of hours, I'll even give it a polish if you want!"
And with that she took another egg popped it in her mouth, rolled it around and spat out a brightly polished egg and gave it back to the chicken.
"Now excuse me" she said. "I've got a blue tit clutch to attend to."
Tuesday 1 July 2008
Blink
Another of the Octopi Jardinus, we think, but with a little snake thrown in with the snail and octopus parts for good measure. We were having a walk after talking to Octo, and suddenly we came across this one attempting to hide behind a far too small rock and as we neared it, it jumped out, waved its arms and mouthed boo! It almost looked scary but we were laughing too much although very quietly because we saw the same antenae on its head as Octo has.
It couldn't speak but it was trying to communicate vigorously with us but we couldn't understand it. So all it could do was stare at us and blink so we called it Blink.
Then it wandered off, found a place on its own and started dancing to silent music. We still don't know much about it except that it likes to play games and party!
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