Those are miffens. Yes, I know they look like cats, but if the painting revealed the rest of their bodies, you’d notice right away how extremely not cats they are. For one thing, their bodies are limbless and shaped like plump globes. For another, they float above ground. Most miffens are herders tending to flocks […]
The hills of Clover are nice and green. When both moons are full, it’s a sight to be seen. Square patchy sky, pass swiftly by. Yield redness to evening’s moon gilded sheen.
This is Johanna Spyri. She was born on this date in 1827. She wrote HEIDI. So, in her honor I made this tiny rhyme: 186 years ago she was born yodel-a-e-oh
Where The Wild Things Are is quite a good book. If you haven’t read it, you should take a look. Or go to the opera. They made one, you know. It’s a rip tearing snort of a sing songy show. You’ll enjoy it best from the very first row.
Who is this fellow? Do you know? He was born on this date 94 years ago. He had a fine talent. By that I stand firm. You can take it from me or the lowliest worm. (Richard Scarry)
Oh, see the mysterious Med of the East. Can she really be some sort of beast? She has a green beard. That’s a little bit weird. The rumors about her have never deceased.
