The bowling ball and the popsicle met on the path to the palace. Said the bowling ball to the popsicle, ‘Would you believe that my name is Alice?’ Said the popsicle to the bowling ball, ‘Why not if you so say?’ ‘Because,’ replied the bowling ball, ‘my actual name is Fay.’ […]
Harold Baffington Pendulum Steed possessed everything he ever would need. A bowl, a pencil, an owl, and a bead, a long thin potato and a spiced pumpkin seed, and a river of gold nurtured the greed of Harold Baffington Pendulum Steed.
A clever lark landed on a low branch in a tree by the river. Below her a hippopotamus stood doing nothing at all. ‘I am a hippopotamus,’ said the lark. The hippopotamus looked up and said, ‘No, you’re not. You’re a little bird. I am a hippopotamus. See my two lower great dagger tusks?’ The […]
Prindelilah Hastings never was in sight. She hid all day under hay and crept out in the night. She always carried a jar of tar and a stick with which to write, ‘Prindelilah Hastings was here! Oh yes! That’s right!’
Once a long time ago this happened. A family of owls gathered in the hollow of a tree to wait out a winter storm. This particular winter storm had been raging for seven years without pause, after having imprisoned spring, summer, and autumn in a copper globe at the bottom of the sea. Although icy […]
When tilted away from the sun Up north we have lots of fun We dance in the dark And lark in the park Until, exhausted, we’re done
Once in a far off land there lived a foolish simpleton. This was most unfortunate, for the foolish simpleton was also the King. On a day not unlike others, he called his advisors into the kitchen and forgot why. ‘Well, we are gathered,’ he said, casting about in the vast empty cavern of his mind […]
Once upon a time an old miller crafted new paddle staves to replace the many worn out staves of his waterwheel. Sacks of oats ready to be milled lined the walls of the long shed where he worked. After many hours of labor he decided to take a nap. He arranged three oat sacks to […]
‘I am very good at puzzles. I am the best,’ said Little Daphnis. The gatekeeper looked doubtful and smiled crookedly. ‘A scrap of a thing like you? Tell me another. Go off and leave the labyrinth to fools a good deal older than you.’ ‘I have a baling hook. It’s iron. The smith made it […]
My name is not something you buy in a store, Oh, Johnny Oatcake, My name is not something you find on the floor, Oh, Johnny Oatcake, Instead my name’s something found high in the sky, Oh, Johnny Oatcake, Weather Satellite Remington Bligh, Oh,Johnny Oatcake.