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Characters: Woep- sheep Paer- polar bear ** most of what Paer says is taken from The Roots lyrics Moer- moose There once was a day when moose could fly, the plural of sheep was wool, and polar bears were all vegetarians. It was only for one day. But - on this day, many adventures took place. This story will only cover a tiny section of the wonderful things. Mainly, the part about Woep the sheep, Paer the polar bear, and Moer the moose. Woep had somehow stumbled into a tree, bumped his head, and missed a turn somewhere along the path to the other wool. Now he faced...nothing, actually. At least nothing he could see. But he really

Old Moment's Love Old moment's love - a spark, a flame - there then, gone now? real or fake? What of the tears, shed in the moments that first came between the now and the then? "Lying eyes!" Deception cries. Shall a new moment's love burn away the memory of every broken reverie?

A fellow named Gregeorge loooooved to bake, and spent hours every day baking and baking, thinking up new concoctions at least once a week. He made cupcakes with raspberry-chocolate inside, and cookies with cherries on top, and sandwiches with strawberries and apple butter, and he even would poke a tiny hole in a banana peel and squirt sprinkles inside of it, so that when the banana was opened, it would be beautiful and delicious. His grandmother had always taught him that presentation is essential, but taste is crucial. She also taught him that one's taste is always superior to that of another who dislikes a delicacy. So far, it appeared th

Forty-six years ago, there was an earthquake in my kitchen. I was there. I saw it with my own two eyes, and I heard it with my own two ears, and I felt it, too. But, unfortunately, I also tasted it, in a way. Or rather, I tasted the lack of Dr Pepper Cake that it brought to my mouth, because when the earthquake hit my kitchen, all the Dr Pepper that I had carefully measured out to be poured into the cake batter spilled. Luckily, not very much landed on the floor, so I didn't have to mop that. Mostly it all just landed on Papa Lou, my uncle. Needless to say, Papa Lou was not very happy about it. In fact, he yelled some rather painful soundi

  When the sun comes up and brings with it a new day, the darkness, which is nothing by definition, but definitely something that any who have stayed up outside when all except the breeze was still and calm and the world of that day has gone to bed know well, deep inside their Hearts, is penetrated over and over again by the infinite ocean of light, flowing from the sun's very being and pouring out over all that once was night, only to spread once again, finding its way to our eyes, fulfilling its purpose and enlightening our consciousness to the vision of our surroundings, the environment we know, limited as it may be, it's all we have come

Once upon a time, there were three girls. They were greedy impatient little girls. One day they decided to make bonbons, but once they had all the ingredients in the pot one of the little girls saw how small it looked, and she wanted to make twice as much. So she complained to the other two who weren't sure about the idea, but finally, after much insisting on the part of the one greedy little girl, the other two reluctantly agreed. And so the three greedy impatient little girls cooked and cooked, and then when it was all done, they cooled the bonbon goo for a few minutes in the fridge like the directions said. But then the two little girls

    He stood awhile in uffish thought… dreaming about days long gone, the details of which were now little more than a memory… select pieces of a puzzle of history scattered and fading in his mind. A Robin chirped, and a shadow of the past flickered inside his head.    Long ago, when he was a much younger man, he had spent every Thursday afternoon in the quiet of his vast backyard doing his homework for Friday's C-schedule. Those were happy times. Difficult, but happy. He'd been useful back then, in his youth. People loved him, and he them. His backyard had been not only a haven for him then, but also for a family of Robins that built their

    As they stole sneakily into… the radish garden they were blown away by a sudden gust of wind. That's the end of their story. Meanwhile, a beautiful winged unicorn was bathing under a shimmery waterfall turned golden by the sunlight glinting off the droplets of water as they cascaded rhythmically down the rocks into the shallow pool below.     It, being a beautiful winged unicorn, would've lived forever had it not been for the stray golf ball that knocked the life out of its snow-white body with a loud *whoosh* then a *thunk* as it whizzed through the air and struck the unicorn's throat. With its last gasping breath it glanced over at the