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Moby Dick FNP Chapter 22 - Merry Christmas!

Posting this here our of order compared to the other stuff for a couple of reasons. The first reason is it’s Christmas, so merry that, for all who celebrate or observe, and the second reason is that Whale Weekly has absolutely blasted past our pace and I think we should probably stick with the zeitgeist a bit I think.

We’ll still be pasting chapter by chapter, but here’s a little christmas treat; the sight of me desperately clinging to the discourse in an attempt to piggyback off Whale Weekly’s popularity.

We have more chapters in the bank which I’ll get around to posting soon, but in the meantime, Merry Christmas and please enjoy this slightly reworded, list-bulleted version of Chapter 22 of Moby Dick, now for Normal People

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Chapter 22: Merry Christmas

There were a few last things to be done on the ship before we got going, mostly this was Charity, that nice lady from earlier, she was dropping off various gifts and nice things for the crew, including a nightcap (the hat type, not a drink) for this guy called Stubbs who was the second mate and also her brother in law, and also a spare bible for the steward, who’s name and familial links I am hazy on.

Then, Peleg and Bildad came out and stood all official-like.

Peleg turned to the chief mate and said “Now, Mr. Starbuck, are you sure everything is right? Captain Ahab is all ready—just spoke to him—nothing more to be got from shore, eh? Well, call all hands, then. Muster ’em aft here—blast ’em!”

“No need of profane words, however great the hurry, Peleg,” said Bildad, “but away with thee, friend Starbuck, and do our bidding.” I don’t know why, but Bildad always seemed to phrase things in the most ominous way possible.

Talking like a pair of big important order-givers weren’t they? At least for people who weren’t actually going out to sea with us! Don’t get me wrong, they probably know their stuff, but really shouldn’t Ahab have been the one up here shouting at everyone? Then I thought about it and remembered that his leg was bad, and that even if that wasn’t case, some captains just like to get drunk in their cabin, I’ve seen plenty of that in my time on boats, so really it was all okay. I relaxed a little. Not for long though, because just then Peleg started yelling at everyone.

“Aft here, ye sons of bachelors,” he cried, as the sailors lingered at the main-mast. Everyone over there started running around, wild-eyed.

“Strike the tent there!”—was the next order. I’d thought it was odd that there was a tent on deck to start with, so I suppose that taking it down was like a ritualistic re-boatening of the vessel, because tents don’t go to sea.

“Man the capstan! Blood and thunder!—jump!”—was the next command, and the crew did all these things.

The ship was getting under way, and anyone who knows ships knows that under way means it’s time for singing. Now, Bildad was never much of a party man in my experience, and he showed that at this time by singing some sort of boring religious song and tutting at the sailors who were en-masse, raucously roaring the hit shanty of the time “The Girls of Booble Alley.”

I found myself somewhat comforted by this bizarre scene, there was us on a ship made of bones, with heads full of dark prophecy and a crew singing rude songs, but somehow this pious little paragon of virtue called Bildad, maybe we weren’t all totally damned, if someone like that could put up with us, could have a stake in all this, then surely God wouldn’t fuck us all up, would he?

By now I had stopped moving the capstan and told Queequeg to do the same, I can’t really think and do manual labour at the same time and I had quite some pondering to do.

My leg almost exploded with some outside blunt force trauma slamming into them. I looked around and saw Peleg’s own leg dragging back across the deck towards him. He was swearing at everyone and especially at me. That was my first kick of the voyage.

“Is that the way they heave in the marchant service?” he roared. “Spring, thou sheep-head; spring, and break thy backbone! Why don’t ye spring, I say, all of ye—spring! Quohog! spring, thou chap with the red whiskers; spring there, Scotch-cap; spring, thou green pants. Spring, I say, all of ye, and spring your eyes out!” And so saying, he moved along the windlass, here and there using his leg very freely, meanwhile.

“Captain Peleg must have been drinking something to-day. Methinks!” I quipped hilariously as my leg went completely numb.

Finally the anchor was up, so were the sails, and the ship was moving. It was almost enough to make you forget that today was Christmas, nobody had gotten me a present, but instead of a little to open, the world itself lay open before me, truly the greatest present of all. And in that world there were whales waiting for me to hack up!

It wasn’t exactly a white christmas, no snow or anything like that, but it was bloody cold and bloody wet and you know what that means, weather fans, that means it was icy!

Massive icicles were forming on all the ropes and bones about the place, hanging down like big cold daggers ready to take your eyes if you look the wrong way, for a seasoned sailor like me, it was just business as usual. Business on Christmas Day.

The winds howled and the sea splashed at us but all the time, right on the front of the ship, steering us through was weird old Bildad, singing a merry, optimistic and religious tune, cutting right through all the weather-related atmos.

“Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood,

Stand dressed in living green.

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

While Jordan rolled between.”

I wasn’t fully sure what he was actually talking about, but that’s art for you isn’t it, it’s not about the content, it’s about how it you feel, and I was taking some time out from all that backbreaking labour to have a stand around and a feel. Losing myself to the music I felt optimistic, I felt like it wouldn’t be long before I was off running and rolling around in verdant fields with a happy sky and loads of lovely food within easy reach, I let myself go there in my mind, away from this damp and cold body that imprisons it, away from the ship made of bones and the guy who kept yelling at me and kicking me. For just a moment I was free. I was optimistic.

Eventually it was time for Bildad and Peleg to leave. They’d gotten us out of the port, so it was time for them to head back to land. Their little sailboat pulled up and they got ready to go. Peleg seemed alright but there was something odd about old Bildad. He clearly didn’t want to leave, it wasn’t just a boat, here is a list of things it also was to him;

-A ship set for a very long and perilous voyage

-A ship with thousands of his dollars invested in it

-A ship with an old (almost as old as he) buddy in it (the captain) who was set to revisit all the all the terrors of the pitiless jaw

-A ship with everything important in his life contained in it

To express this anguish, poor old Bildad lingered long and;

-Paced the deck with anxious strides

- Ran down into the cabin to say goodbye a few more times

- Came back on deck and looked windward, at the wide and endless waters

- He looked towards land

- He looked aloft

- He looked left

- He looked right

- He looked everywhere

- He looked nowhere

- He wrapped a rope around its pin

- He wrapped his own hand around Peleg’s

- He held up a lantern so that his face could be seen, and he wasn’t crying.

- He and Peleg stared at each other for a bit

- He said “Nevertheless old friend Peleg, I can stand it. yes. I can.”

Peleg took it all a little bit more sensibly, like a philosopher, a philosopher who isn’t afraid to cry.

And with that, Peleg offered a few words of support to his old pal “Captain Bildad—come, old shipmate, we must go.” he whispered before going full yelling-mode at the rest of the ship; “Back the main-yard there! Boat ahoy! Stand by to come close alongside, now! Careful, careful!—come, Bildad, boy—say your last. Luck to ye, Starbuck—luck to ye, Mr. Stubb—luck to ye, Mr. Flask—good-bye and good luck to ye all—and this day three years I’ll have a hot supper smoking for ye in old Nantucket. Hurrah and away!”

“God bless ye, and have ye in His holy keeping, men,” murmured old Bildad, almost incoherently. “I hope ye’ll have fine weather now, so that Captain Ahab may soon be moving among ye—a pleasant sun is all he needs, and ye’ll have plenty of them in the tropic voyage ye go. Be careful in the hunt, ye mates. Don’t stave the boats needlessly, ye harpooneers; good white cedar plank is raised full three per cent. within the year. Don’t forget your prayers, either. Mr. Starbuck, mind that cooper don’t waste the spare staves. Oh! the sail-needles are in the green locker! Don’t whale it too much a’ Lord’s days, men; but don’t miss a fair chance either, that’s rejecting Heaven’s good gifts. Have an eye to the molasses tierce, Mr. Stubb; it was a little leaky, I thought. If ye touch at the islands, Mr. Flask, beware of fornication. Good-bye, good-bye! Don’t keep that cheese too long down in the hold, Mr. Starbuck; it’ll spoil. Be careful with the butter—twenty cents the pound it was, and mind ye, if—”

“Come, come, Captain Bildad; stop palavering,—away!” and with that, Peleg hurried him over the side, and both dropped into the boat.

Ship and boat diverged; the cold, damp night breeze blew between; a screaming gull flew overhead; the two hulls wildly rolled; we gave three heavy-hearted cheers, and blindly plunged like fate into the lone Atlantic.

#moby dick #whale weekly #ishmael #bildad #peleg #herman melville #moby dick for normal people #christmas #holidays #ships #lists #merry christmas

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conformi · 4 years

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Pieter Bruegel the Elder, Children's Games, 1560 VS Martin Handford, Where's Wally?, 1987-present

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flowerbloom-arts · 3 years

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A rather unneeded apology, don't you think?

Progress shots and thought process below the cut (warning, it gets heavy on pshycological analytical nonsense and spoilers for Exploits of Moominpappa/'s Memoirs, and it's really long):

Ah yes, Muddler angst, something that should be one too many yet you can't quite get enough of it-

So it all started with this little metaphor from this post I made a while back and I thought "Hmm... I should really make a follow-up for that!" so I did, and here it is.

This was originally gonna be a lineless painting but then when I started to do that I thought about how much of a drag it would be and scrapped that for my regular style but with cooler shading and coloring. I'm happy with it, it's been a while since I've done a full illustration and I'm proud that I managed to make this in like... (Checks timer on my drawing app) 2 hours and 25 minutes? Huh.

Anyway, this whole illustration is more or less just a metaphor going on in Muddler's head when he's cracked under stress, it's the "boat floating on your own personal ocean" metaphor like the post I linked above, it is indeed a constantly raging sea of stress and change and mental/lifestyle instability that's going on in Muddler's head and he's on a houseboat floating on it trying to balance and protect itself from the tides. It's always rocking back and forth but it's been doing that all the time for so long that it barely registers for him anymore, so he's living in this unnerving calm where the calm is not serenity perse but a lack of terror, yet, sometimes that raging sea manages to break through a window or two and flood the place as a good reminder that he isn't immune, he can and will drown for as long as things are like this.

The sea isn't a place of good memories for Muddler in either version of the book, like, the sea is so big that it's general emptiness on the horizon tickles his eyes. Before that he painted the boat red and got it all over himself and then painted his tin with the leftover paint, needless to say he had a rather traumatic night where the paint never dried and it got all over his food and bed and whiskers which drove him insane (or plume crazy I should say). He also had a rough time in his tin while packing for the riverboat and being swept away by the flood caused by Edward the Booble, he said his nerves (and his button collection) were all unsorted after the rest of the crew managed to get the tin on board. Then other stuff happens- an awful Hemulen Aunt boarding the ship (he literally wished death upon her, a rather extreme gesture especially for Muddler), the Hemulen Aunt being taken away by the Niblings (and the ensuing guilt he felt when he felt that it was his fault since he wished for her to be eaten), a rough and sticky night, being the first to realise the boat was setting off to sea unintentionally in the middle of the night, having to sit through a gale in which he got very sick- and that's just stuff that happened on the boat! He also had to suffer the likes of the revenge of the forgotten bones! The Ghost painted Muddler's tin and he cried about it, thinking it's a warning sign that he'll never marry! And he's the only one who was legitimately terrified of the Ghost, imagine being one of like, a 4 person friend group and being the only one scared of a real scary thing that directly affected you in one of the worst ways possible- vandalism of your own home. And don't even get me started on the fact that he lost his parents during spring cleaning and still believes they're alive.

With that being said, I believe we all understand that Muddler has been through alot, he had a revelation that adventures cause nothing but trouble for the poor guy in the middle of the book. And seeing how he cried at the idea of never getting married, we can presume he just wants a normal life after that. Thankfully, Fuzzy provided that through marriage and kids, even though they lost one of them by accident.

Now with this in mind, I have implemented a few elements from the book into the illustration. I've also followed some color-coding rules I've made up for myself;

Blue=Safety and comfort (Hodgkins is his uncle and is canonically blue-colored for the most part, not to mention that his Maxwell House Coffee tin is blue aswell, both are sources of safety for Muddler)

Green=Protection (Joxter is usually depicted in a green dress/hat, he stood up for Muddler atleast twice in the book and we can presume these weren't the only times he does it. Joxter is rather confident in his abilities despite being lazy and Muddler would rather admire that)

Yellow=Achievement/accomplishment (nothing much here, just uhh... Gold is yellow-ish and gold usually means you've accomplished something)

Red=Stress/general negativity (This is mostly coming from the red paint incident)

I've also added some small references and details. I've avoided using the ruler tool on my lineart to give it less solid feel to the backround and everything, showing how it's not supposed to be a full representation of reality, the pictures being faceless also adds to that. I drew an interpretation of the Muddler and Fuzzy wedding photo found in the moomin theme park, the gold medal on Hodgkins' portrait says "you helped" and it's supposed to be the medal that Hodgkins said Muddler deserved for helping him figure out the propeller (accidentally) in the Exploits version and I like to think he has that thought always in the back of his mind as one of the few times he's felt genuinely useful since he got so happy from it. Oh! And the picture almost completely hidden by the curtains is a portrait of his father and that's Joxter at the bottom looking like he's peeking over the curtain when really he's not. The curtains are green because they protect him from the red outside world, the suit and yellow dead flowers being darkly colored are supposed to represent a sense of meaninglessness or general distain, the red liquid is supposed to be red paint, not blood aaaaaaand the window is a slight shade of blue with a screen overlay.

"Apologies for being weak-minded" is supposed to be a rather insincere but tired quote from Muddler, he doesn't really want to apologise for cracking under pressure and having a literal breakdown but he feels like he has to because I think he just feels like a nuisance alot of the time and being so negatively emotional just makes things worse, so he has to come up with an apology rather than tell the person he's talking to the reason why he broke down, and belittling his own feelings by calling himself weak-minded. He knows himself to be "too" sensitive.

Anyway, that was too long a ramble. Just know that I'm not trying to take myself too seriously here, it's a silly amount of thought put into this but eh, I enjoyed it, and I thought you might want to read about it and if you made this far; thank you.

#moomins #moominvalley #art #moomin muddler #muddler #the muddler #illustration #trust me the stuff under the cut is really long #I wish I could put more tags here but I guess these are all of them that matter

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geminiamethyst · 4 years

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The Phoenix. Chapter 10: Reunited.

Boy this chapter was a pain! So is writer’s block!

Sorry this chapter took a while, I had to rethink it a couple of times to make it seem right.

Hope you guys enjoy it.

Wind rushing through him, the Hobgoblin raced across the sky. His black panther streaked across the air so fast, that the cloak and top hat that the magician wore almost threatened to be blown off. His eyes scanned the world below him, slowly becoming tired and sore. He had been at this since he promised to find Kyun. He went back to Damien’s domain, only to find it completely abandoned. Even the damage that Shin had inflicted to the place hadn’t been repaired. The Hobgoblin wouldn’t be too surprised that the reason that Damien had abandoned ship was because he didn’t want Kyun or Shin to come after him. He had been trying to find traces as to where Kyun may have gone. Surprisingly enough, all the evidence as to where he could’ve been was well taken care of. Clearly, he was being extra cautious, not wanting to get caught by the Organisation again. Also, Shin was correct. As he searched, the Hobgoblin found that he was going back towards the mountain. Kyun really was getting closer to the hideout. That was a puzzling and scary revelation to come across. If Kyun wasn’t careful, and if the Hobgoblin didn’t agree to help find him, then the Snufkin could’ve unknowingly led the Organisation right to Shin. The Hobgoblin needed to hurry. As soon as he got close to Kyun, his magic would be able to block the Organisation from tracking him. Then, and only then, will the Hobgoblin not have to worry about anything else for now.

Rubbing his eyes to give them a minute, the Hobgoblin sighed. A part of him wondered how a Snufkin could’ve moved so quick to get to Shin. He realised that their bond must have been strong enough to feel each other’s presence whenever they were separated. After thinking about for a second, the magician started to scan the area once again. That was when he noticed it. Smoke. Grey smoke that was rising from the ground. It was clearly from a campfire, as there was no sign to indicate that it was a forest fire. However, it was coming out in short bursts, as if someone was deliberately covering it for a few seconds before releasing it and repeating the method over and over again. This was obviously deliberate. It was used to grab someone’s attention. Was it the Hobgoblin who was meant to see it? Not taking anything to chance, the magician directed his loyal animal towards the smoke, bracing himself should it be a trap.

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Kyun slowly came to a stop as he felt his wrist stiffen up a little while he played. He wasn’t sure why that was the case. He put it down to not playing the instrument for a while. After all he had spent most of the time running from the Organisation. He glanced over at Ken, who didn’t seemed too fazed by Kyun stopping his music. He was clearly more focused on the smoke signals. He ignored the soot that covered his fingertips and the black specks that acted like freckles on his face. Sweat dripped off of his skin like a river as the heat was starting to get to him, making him a little dizzy. Despite all that though, he kept pushing himself to keep doing what he was doing.

“Don’t fall asleep. Snuf!” Mumrik suddenly shouted, making the other two Snufkins snap their heads towards him. He looked desperate, almost like he was about to start crying. Snuf looked much worse. His hair was almost completely white, save for the incredibly few stands of hair on his head. The ice had engulfed the one side of his neck, creeping along the other side of his neck, his chin and cheek. His lips were ice blue and dark circles started to form under his eyes. His shivering was slowing down, become more and more silent. His eyes were dull and were starting to close completely. He tried to keep them open, but he was losing the battle.

“Snuf! You’ve got to keep your eyes open. Hey!” Kyun joined in, leaving his guitar on the ground and going to Mumrik’s side. He lightly patted Snuf’s face to try to get him to be more awake, but it wasn’t doing much. The youngest only continued to close his eyes and become even more limp. Even his breathing started to fade away. Kyun hissed suddenly as he felt the ice prick at his bare skin. He retracted his hands so quick that he almost fell over backwards. He examined his hands to make sure that he wasn’t starting to freeze too. Thankfully the ice on his skin melted within seconds.

“Mumrik, you’re gonna have to move him off of you.” He said, fearing what might happen if Mumrik didn’t do as he was told.

“But-“ Mumrik started to protest.

“You might freeze too. I know you want to help warm him up, but we can’t take that risk.” Kyun hissed, cutting his friend off. Mumrik shook his head a little but looked down at his hands. Ice was slowly creeping onto his hands and he could feel it on his lap. Biting his lip, he slowly and carefully moved Snuf off of him. The youngest didn’t do anything as a protest. He was far too weak to do anything. Mumrik looked away, once again feeling the guilt weigh on him like an anchor. He ignored it as best he could by warming his hands and brushing the ice from his clothes.

Ken snuck a glance over to what was happening, only to quickly turn away. He couldn’t bare to see a friend like that. He needed to focus on these smoke signals. Someone, anyone had to see them. They need to hurry up and get here. If they don’t come then they’ll have to think of something else. Or, Booble forbid, prepare for the worst case scenario. Ken shook his head furiously at that thought. ‘Don’t think like that, idiot!‘ he shouted internally. He promptly wiped the sweat that cascaded down his forehead. He continued creating the smoke signals, hoping that he would get the result that he and the others needed.

As if his prayers had answered, a loud growl erupted very suddenly from the sky. The trio looked up at the blue sky. Streaking down towards them, in a blur of dark colours, was the Hobgoblin himself. His panther landed gracefully on the ground, a breeze and small dust cloud following behind it. As the Hobgoblin climbed off of his companion, Kyun couldn’t help but give him a hard stare. Despite knowing that the magician was on their side, he still couldn’t help but feel anger towards him.

“Which one of you is Kyun?” The Hobgoblin suddenly asked, walking towards the group.

“That’s me.” Kyun stated as he stepped forward. The Hobgoblin studied him with wise eyes. It was as if he was staring right into Kyun’s soul, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

“Shin asked me to find you. I’m to take you to him.” The Magician explained, believing that he was looking at who he was searching for. Kyun was taken aback by this. Shin really did ask the Hobgoblin to find him? He felt happy at this, but that was only for a moment. He needs to get things straightened out quickly or it could end disastrously for Snuf.

“Not without my friends. Especially if you can help Snuf.” Kyun argued, stepping aside so Snuf could be seen. The Hobgoblin’s stoic face suddenly looked shocked. He darted over to the youngest and had a closer look at his condition. Mumrik stood back, letting the magician look at his friend better.

“How did this happen?” The Hobgoblin asked, gently pressing his gloved hand to Snuf’s forehead.

“The Lady of the Cold did this to him. Is there a cure?” Ken asked as he dowsed the fire and smothered it with dirt.

“Maybe....” the Hobgoblin muttered. He suddenly took off his cloak. He wrapped it around Snuf like a baby. He gently lifted the freezing Snufkin up into his arms. Mumrik felt his heart clench uncontrollably as he, Kyun and Ken saw how limp Snuf had rapidly gotten. Kyun saw the look on his face and instantly placed a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder. Mumrik didn’t respond other than looking down in defeat.

“I will carry your friend on my panther but you’ll have to follow me as closely as you can.” The Hobgoblin explained, climbing onto the back of his panther. The others picked up their things, Kyun taking Snuf’s voluntarily. Ken recovered his coat since Snuf wasn’t using it for his head anymore. He shook it as hard as he could, clearing all the ice off of it. Seeing this, the Hobgoblin silently commanded his panther to take flight. The others didn’t hesitate in running after them. Being careful of the roots sticking out of the ground, they kept up as much as they can.

By time the panther had landed the group couldn’t stop panting and sweating bullets. It took all they had not to collapse as they felt like they had just stepped off of a boat. As they caught their breath, they realised where they were. They were at the very base of the mountain, where the forest had thinned out a little. Before them was the gaping mouth of a dark cave. The Hobgoblin climbed off of his panther again. He looked at the three standing I; front of him.

“After you.” He said, trying to be polite. Kyun wasn’t sure. He was about to protest but decided not to. He figured that there would be no point in wasting his breath. Cautiously, he walked inside the cave, Mumrik and Ken slowly following behind him. The Hobgoblin and his panther strode behind them. The cave was immensely dark, no light at all. It took a moment as the Snufkins eyes adjusted to the dark. As they continued along the cave, the walls started to become smooth. This wasn’t just a cave, it was a long, straight tunnel. Kyun couldn’t help but wonder how long the tunnel went on for. He was met with his answer as he could faintly make out a door in the dark. The feeling that he had since he and Shin were supersets grew stronger. Heart beating in his ears, Kyun reaches out a hand and turned the cool, brass doorknob.

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“Shin, please try to eat something this morning. You barely ate last night for crying out loud.” Fredriksson sighed as he observed the Snufkin. Shin only sighed, a little annoyed as he felt like he was treated like a child. He absentmindedly picked at a loose thread the sleeve of his father’s coat. After a bit debate in his mind, he decided to wear it after all, the lost child part of him wanting to be close to his parents in some way. He was starting to get sick of being stuck inside the mountain. Turns out this whole place was slap bang in the middle of it, supposedly providing one of the best hiding places on the planet. That would explain why there are no windows. However, even though the air was provided by magic, Shin felt like he was being suffocated.

“Leave him be, Fredriksson. He’s probably still processing all the information we gave him yesterday. Not to mention he’s missing his boyfriend. Kid’s having it rough.” Joxter whispered, trying to be as quiet as he could, sensing Shin’s discomfort.

“I can still hear you.” Shin grumbled as he grabbed the cup of coffee he was provided with.

“I’m sorry Shin. We’re all just a little stressed out.” Fredriksson tried to explain, looking a little ashamed of himself. To Shin, that was a poor excuse. There was no reason for them to be fussing over him like that.

“I don’t want to hear it.” Shin sighed, looking away from the men. Fredriksson and Joxter went silent. It gave the Snufkin a little peace of mind. He didn’t need all this attention just because he was the host of the Phoenix. A part of him still denied it, but the rational side of him took over, convincing him that what he was told was true.

Shin raised the cup to his lips, but stopped suddenly. There was a sharp feeling going through his body. It wasn’t painful or anything. It was just something that he felt suddenly. It was liking he was sensing that something was coming, getting closer. No, it was someone, not something. ‘Kyun...’ He thought, a small gracing his face. He suddenly stood up, and, ignoring the questioning looks that he got from the men in the room, stood out in the corridor. At the end, staring back at him, was Kyun. He looked tired but had overwhelming joy written all over his face. Shin could feel his smile grow a little wider. Before he could blink, Kyun had already charged towards him, dumping his knapsack as he did so. Shin braces himself as the other Snufkin wrapped his arms around him tightly. They almost fell over if it wasn’t for Shin being ready. They held each other tightly, refusing to let go for even one second. The missing part of themselves has been found. They now felt complete, taking comfort in each other’s warmth.

“Are you alright?” Shin suddenly asked, not entirely sure where else he could start.

“You idiot! I should be asking you that.” Kyun exclaimed, pulling away from Shin to look at him in the eyes. He had noticed that his boyfriend was wearing a different coat but he was too happy to even comment on it. Shin suddenly focused his eyes at something. He gently brushed a thumb at a spot on Kyun’s head. Kyun felt his heart skip a beat. That was the scar he got after Shin... “Oh! This? Don’t worry about it. I’ve had this scar for years. You’ve just never noticed it before.” A weak lie, Kyun knew that by that look Shin had on his face. A look of guilt. Kyun bit his lip a little and held Shin’s cheek. That was when Shin noticed Ken and Mumrik. Both of them looking just as weary as Kyun did.

“You’ve all made it. You’re all alright.” Shin smiled a little, glad that he could see those that Kyun trusted by his side.

“Not quite all of us.” Mumbled Mumrik. He was so quiet that Shin barely heard him. The younger looked over his shoulder, more concerned about what was behind him. Shin followed his gaze and felt like someone had just punched harshly in the gut. The Hobgoblin stood behind them, his black panther by his side. In his arms, wrapped up in several layers, including the magician’s cloak, was Snuf. He seemed disturbingly different from when Shin last saw him. His hair was stark white and his skin was deathly pale. Ice was creeping along his skin. He seemed too still for Shin’s liking. He seemed more dead than alive.

“What...what happened to-“ Shin started to ask, not quite believing what he saw.

“Shin, I need you to come with me.” The Hobgoblin suddenly declared, walking on ahead. As he took long strides, Snuf limply bounced up and down in his arms, almost like a rag doll.

“Wait! What-“ Shin tried to ask.

“Quickly now. There’s not much time left.” The Hobgoblin encouraged, continuing to walk down the dim corridor. The four glanced at each other curiously before Shin started to follow the magician. By that point, Joxter and Fredriksson had come out to see what was happening. The others had started to follow Shin, when Joxter opened his mouth to ask what was going on. Kyun only responded to this by bumping his shoulder. Either he didn’t notice or didn’t even care as he kept on walking.

“Charming.” Joxter muttered sarcastically, crossing his arms.

“You’re going to have to forgive him. He’s had a bit of a tough time.” Ken sighed, patting the man’s shoulder gently as he walked past. He continued on with Mumrik trailing behind him. He had this lost expression on his face, as if he was trying to hope for a good outcome.

“Hold on a minute. Young man can you tell us what’s going on here?” Fredriksson asked as he tried to keep up with Ken. Joxter sighed exasperatedly before following the group like a stray dog after food.

“Long story short, our friend got hit by an ice arrow curtesy of the Lady of the Cold and now he’s freezing to death.” Ken stated, speeding his pace up a little. Shin tried to ignore the people behind him. He couldn’t work out why the Hobgoblin suddenly wanted him to follow him. He suspected that he might need help with Snuf in the infirmary that was here. However, he felt like Fredriksson would be better suited to help. He stopped as soon as the Hobgoblin stood in front of a door that had a first aid symbol engraved in it. Shin opened the door for him since the magician couldn’t do it himself.

“I need the rest of you to wait outside.” The Hobgoblin suddenly said

“What? Why?” Kyun shouted, tensing up at this. He just got back with Shin, he wasn’t going to let the one person he held close out his sight again.

“Kyun, it’s alright. If you don’t trust him then trust me. I’ll be fine.” Shin reassured, his voice sounding strong. He could tell that Kyun was ready to kick off a fuss if he didn’t say something. Kyun opened his mouth to protest, but he sighed in defeat. If Shin truly trusted the people that helped to protect him, then Kyun will have to as well. Shin sighed silently in relief and stepped inside the infirmary, the Hobgoblin following behind him. The door closed quietly behind them.

“Come with us. There’s an observation room next door.” Fredriksson said, gently gesturing Kyun towards another door. The Snufkins went inside the dark room quietly, with Fredriksson and Joxter silently following behind them.

Chapter 1: Still Running (click HERE)

Chapter 2: The Burning Truth (click HERE)

Chapter 3: Secrets and Threats (click HERE)

Chapter 4: Still Fighting (click HERE)

Chapter 5: What Have You Done?! (click HERE)

Chapter 6: Not Again (click HERE)

Chapter 7: The Thunder Sword (click HERE)

Chapter 8: The Journal (click HERE)

Chapter 9: Creeping Frost (click HERE)

Chapter 11: coming soon...

#the phoenix #kyun #shin #ken #mumrik #snuf #hobgobbin #fredriksson #joxter #sorry for the wait #writer’s block is at it again

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joyfuladorable · 5 years

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A very messy and spoiler-filled list of things I love about the Moomins:

Overall franchise things:

Beautiful bean boy Moomin, carpenter extraordinaire

Best Mama Moominmamma, always prepared, always loving

Precious child Ninny

Gremlin Little My, confident and capable of anything

Moomin and Snufkin’s relationship (which is wonderful as a romantic ship or a strong platonic one for my starved aspec ass)

Snufkin’s hat when it’s decorated with flowers

Shipping Too-Ticky and the Mymble’s daughter even though they barely interact in canon is a big wlw mood

The Muskrat’s existential nonsense

Moominpappa just straight up has a gun

Moomin always wanting to share his discoveries with Snufkin first

Comet in Moominland has everyone packing up nearly the entirety of Moominhouse and taking everything to the cave

Snufkin reluctantly taking care of 24 children he rescues from a park

Moominvalley (2019)

The opening theme

Very blatant Moomin/Snufkin

Scottish Too-Ticky

“Was I your best friend?” “Yes… apart from Snufkin.”

Snufkin in boots too big

The ice skating bit

Little My using a Hattifattener as a battery

Snufkin: “The forest belongs to us all!” *turns and smacks right into a sign on a fence*

The Books:

Little My being small enough to be put into pockets (and she prefers it, too)

Everyone lives in Moominhouse and has their own room

Moomin and Snufkin share a room!!!

Thingumy and Bob’s lecret sanguage

The forgetful Silk Monkey

As soon as Moominpappa finished telling the tale of his youth, all of his old friends show up at his doorstep, so Snufkin and Sniff, who were sad about not knowing their parents, get to meet them!!

The Joxter being immediately infatuated with the Mymble

The Booble being aggressive about hanging out and having tea

All Hemulens wear dresses

“Well, strike me pink!”

Color changing Snorks

The Moomin household being very aware that weird stuff happens to them all the time

Snufkin and Moomin having nightly escapades

Having to read the words “mouth organ”

Moomin wishing an entire party table to be sent to Snufkin

The Hobgoblin being able to see the King’s Ruby from the moon (and I don’t think it was Earth’s moon because the planet in the background had rings)

Moomin putting gold ribbons on his ears to celebrate the sun finally peeking out during winter

The Mymble’s daughter and Little My hibernating in a cardboard box

Too-Ticky’s hat can turn inside out. Red for Winter. Blue for Spring.

Moomin’s winter loneliness is a Big Mood

Snufkin getting VERY flustered whenever he thinks about Moomin during his journeys

Little My torments a lying child who runs away from home (also she has a granny??? the fuck??)

All the existentialist stories in Tales from Moominvalley

Moominpappa’s midlife crisis

Moominmamma painting the walls like Moominvalley because she was homesick

Moomin’s friendship with the Groke

The Moomins (90s Eng Dub and my personal favorite):

Round boy Moomin’s introduction in the prequel film

Snufkin’s voice actor “Come on everyone! Let’s go do some CRIME!!”

ALL OF THE MUSIC (I now have a strong urge to learn how to play the harmonica)

Both Moomin and Snorkmaiden end up being fortune tellers at some point

The way Moomin says “Snufkin” (SnufKIIIINNN!!!)

Me, genuinely believing that the Mymble’s daughter’s name was Mumble

Moomin getting sick and then pining for Snufkin to come home (and it being explicitly stated that he’s pining)

Snorkmaiden nearly going to drag Snufkin back home so Moomin can get better

Alicia the Witch(‘s apprentice)

How cool the animation is whenever the Witch is on screen

Whenever Snufkin plays the harmonica and everyone else just chills out under a tree to listen

Too-Ticky’s voice is really good in this one, too!!

The little chuckles that Moominpappa does when he’s talking

Little My’s worry when they were awake during the winter that she would remain awake all by herself if Moomin went back into hibernation

Moomin carved a boat all by himself?? (I wish it had been used more)

I love when they dance (especially Little My)

The sound effects

That one time the cheerful music just cuts when Little My stops, turns, and goes to sneakily follow her friends

Moominmamma going on an adventure with Snufkin

Daredevil Little My (she sailed her ice sled right past the Lady of Cold and flew on a kite because she could. I love her)

Mrs. Fillyjonk’s kids peeling away from their mom’s side one by one to sneak off and play with Moomin and co.

Little My asking Snufkin to date her, lol (either the dub messed this up or they’re not siblings in this canon) and him being very not into it

Snork’s relentless work on his flying machine (which I don’t know if he ever finishes someone tell me please)

Snufkin’s music being a cure-all to lifting curses and calming beasts

That moment in the first episode where Snufkin’s returns and plays his harmonica on the bridge and Moomin climbs down his ladder and races to meet him, calling his name, and then stopping right next to him, not speaking anymore, to just listen and enjoy his best friend’s company. Perfection.

Moominmamma turning Moomin back to normal with a hug when he accidentally transforms himself with the Hobgoblin’s hat

Moomin being the one to wish Snorkmaiden’s eyes back to normal

Characters like the Groke and the Booble using their actions to speak instead of words

Whenever Moomin tumbles from the veranda roof after climbing down his rope ladder

Mr. Hemulen going all in for his new hobby and basically becoming a botanist overnight

Seeing baby Moominpappa

Seeing BABY MOOMIN!!! (he plays with a kendama)

The entirety of The Chair episode

Whenever the entire neighborhood helps out to do stuff

The Narrator’s voice

The soft yellow highlights in Snorkmaiden’s hair

#moomin #y'all wanna hear about something I love a lot and only just got into like this year??#I hope I get to find a complete collection of the comics one day #I'm gonna cosplay as Snufkin at some point and carry a big ol Moomintroll plush

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jancmalandra · 4 years

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On how the best laid plans can lead to unexpected outcomes

"This keeps getting harder every year!", thought Snufkin to himself as he made his way from his campsite to Moominhouse by the light of a giant full October moon in the sky. Every month of every Spring and Summer that he had spent in Moominvalley, Snufkin had waited until the night of the full moon to take Moomintroll on a special overnight adventure best had by moonlight. Moomintroll would sneak out of Moominhouse and come with him to someplace in the valley he had never seen at night before. The last such outing before Snufkin went South for the Winter was always meant to be particularly special. This year it was absolutely vital that this outing have the effect on Moomintroll that Snufkin wanted.

"I have to leave by the day after tomorrow at the latest! I have to create a memory that will see us both through until next Spring, that will keep Moomintroll from asking to go South me like he does every year! I don't think that I can say no to him this time if he does! I have to get things back to normal! This HAS to work!", he said aloud to himself.

The Summer had been another wonderful time of lazy days spent fishing, exploring the hills, forests and mountains of Moominvalley, and playing in the open fields with Snork Maiden, Sniff, and Little My, and spending time with all their neighbors in the valley, with Moomintroll right by his side every step of the way. Then there were the bizarre grand adventures that always came their way, whether by their own plans or pure happenstance. The young Moomin had become more resourceful, capable, and brave with each passing year. Snufkin trusted his best friend in any situation and admired his pluck and daring, but most of all his deeply caring heart and emotional honesty.

But, all of the rhythms of life with Moomintroll had become....perilous this Summer. Every time Snufkin took Moomintroll around his waist to help him land a big fish, every time he took his trusting friend by the paw into undiscovered territory (or vice-versa, which was happening more often all the time), Snufkin felt a tremendous thrill run through him, and had to hope that his best friend wouldn't notice. Touching Moomintroll in any way at all was beginning to become a thrilling experience that he was deliberately seeking all the time in spite of himself. That could not continue.

Snufkin was so lost in thought that he nearly ran straight into the side of Moominhouse. He had arrived, and sure enough, Moomintroll had already begun to climb down the rope ladder from his attic window, and was soon standing in front of him, ready for anything.

"You're early! You must have something really special planned! What is it?", Moomintroll asked eagerly.

"You'll see!", said Snufkin, unable to suppress a wide grin from spreading across his face. "Are you ready to go to the top of Lonely Hill in the middle of the night?"

"You know it! But, why there?", said Moomintroll, a little puzzled. Lonely Hill was a fairly huge mound of dirt and rocks covered in grass and berry bushes, that stood a little forward and well apart from the rest of the foothills of the mountains that surrounded the valley. The children of Moominvalley would play on it all Summer right up until it was time to go in for hibernation. It didn't sound like a very special place to spend their last night together before Snufkin left to Moomintroll.

Before Moomintroll could say another word, Snufkin took him by the paw and lead him at top speed to the top of the hill, guided by the brilliant moonlight. "There's that thrill again!", thought Snufkin to himself. "I can't get enough of him! Whatever shall I do if this doesn't work?!"

They reached the top of the hill panting and out of breath. "Why....did we....have to....run all the way here?!", asked Moomintroll, gasping for air.

"To be on time for this! Look up, Moomintroll!"

Moomintroll obeyed out of reflex, and suddenly all of Moominvalley vanished, swallowed up by the gigantic moon in the sky! It was like the dreadful comet that had almost destroyed the valley, only this was warm, friendly, and inviting! Moomintroll began laughing hysterically with joy and jumping up and down, certain that he could touch the moon itself if only he could jump high enough!

Snufkin laughed just as hard, only in his case, it was from immense relief: his plan had worked. He could leave Moomintroll without regret, having given his friend wonderful dreams to see him through the Winter as he hibernated. Snufkin then took the first really good look at Moomintroll he had all night, wanting to drink in the young Moomin's pure joy from a relatively safe distance, and all the walls he put between himself and the possibility of ever falling in love crumbled into dust. He was suddenly madly, passionately, hopelessly in love with Moomintroll.

The moonlight reflecting off of Moomintroll's velvety, thick Winter coat of fur made him shine brighter than any star in the sky! He had become translucent, almost transparent in the angelic light!

Snufkin hardly believed his friend could still be real! He approached Moomintroll with hushed, loving awe, put his paws on Moomintroll's shoulders, turned him around, and looked him in the eyes. Snufkin was immediately even more lost in love for his dearest friend as he saw the rapt awe and happiness in Moomintroll's eyes.

"Oh, Snufkin!", said Moomintroll, enveloping him in a powerful, loving embrace that Snufkin returned with all of his strength. "Thank you SO very much! It's so....so....there are no words for it!"

"Beautiful!", said Snufkin. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life, Moomintroll! I could stay like this, in your arms, forever! I couldn't stand another day without you by my side! I love you with everything in me! I....I...."

"Snufkin, you don't know how Iong I've wanted to hear you say that, how much I've always wanted to say the same things to you! I was so sure that I would scare you away forever if I told you how much I love you. Most of all, I've wanted.....", said Moomintroll with growing passion.

Moomintroll gently brushed Snufkin's beloved hat off of his head and put his paw against the back of it, using the purchase to draw Snufkin's lips to his. Moomintroll kissed him with all the love in his heart.

The effect of that kiss on the pair of lovers was electric: every hair on Moomintroll's body stood on end as Snufkin returned his kiss with equal passion, nearly knocking them both over. They felt utterly weightless. If they had suddenly found themselves on the moon, they wouldn't have been surprised.

Snufkin broke the kiss with a supreme effort, but remained in Moomintroll's arms, unable to stand without his embrace. Snufkin began to sob uncontrollably, weeping huge tears of fear and grief.

"Now comes the part," said Snufkin miserably, "Where you'll tell me about the wonderful Moominhouse you'll build for us on the far side of the valley. You'll assure me that I'll get used to it. Moominpapa will marry us properly, and we'll settle into a dull, drab life, and every day I'll die a little more inside until I'm nothing but your precious pet Snufkin, and I won't be able to run away, or stop you, or anything because I love you so much!"

"Snufkin!", said Moomintroll tenderly, but firmly, "I could never do anything like that to you! You need to be free to walk the Earth wherever your feet take you like you need to breathe air. You taught me that! It wasn't easy for me to hear, but now I always want you to be free, because that's who you are, and I love you exactly as you are! So, instead of keeping you here, or making you take me with you, I'm going to chase you wherever you go! Some days, it'll be like now; I'll have caught up to you, and we'll hold paws....and kiss, and do all the things we usually do. Sometimes, you'll feel afraid of me, just a little, and you'll run away, and I'll chase you. I don't need your permission or approval, because I'll be doing this entirely on my own."

"D-do you really mean it?!", asked Snufkin, his tears and sobbing beginning to subside. "C-can I leave a trail of flowers for you to follow whenever I run away, like the game we always play? Do you promise not to resent me, or grow to hate me because I sometimes run away from you? Do you promise to never stop chasing me?!"

"Yes! Yes to all of that! I swear by The Booble!", said Moomintroll.

Snufkin carefully extracted himself from Moomintroll's arms, wiped his face on his sleeve, retrieved his hat, and said, "Well, in that case, the chase is on, and you're it!", tapping Moomintroll on his snout slyly, and then he took off towards his campsite at top speed.

Moomintroll was taken by surprise, but he responded readily; "You won't get away that easily!", he said with glee as he gave pursuit.

He caught up with Snufkin at his campsite, and they kissed once more, and then, for the first time in his life, Moomintroll helped Snufkin pack up his tent and few belongings and went South with him, holding paws, as he had always dreamed of doing.

The End

#moomin valley #moomin #snufmin #fanfic #snufkin #moomintroll #moomin fanfiction

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boocrewmedia · 6 years

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Fun little sketch I might work more on.

It’s really fun to think of which Hogwarts House your OCs are in! The Sorting Hat would’ve sensed that Dot’s a Hufflepuff from at least 25ft away.

Funny how the three girls are three different houses. Hmmm, I wonder if Boobles is Ravenclaw? I could see it.

#datbc #dot and the boo crew

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dirtyridesmtbapparel · 4 years

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Brilliant to see @skillsloop out with @midlandsmtb instructor and student both in @dirtyrides_mtb_apparel Rain jackets - gilets- jerseys - pants -shorts -tees -hoodies-caps -booble hats -compression tops - gloves - we have you covered from head to toe. [email protected] (at Whitehead, Carrickfergus, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/B79GPAjFnDG/?igshid=1xphgg7khwewp

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teacupdogsworld · 5 years

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Put a hat booble on my dogs head Check our website for more info --> http://bit.ly/Teacupdogsdaily

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nooras-style · 7 years

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Noora’s outfit; 2x04 (part #1)

Her outfit

She is wearing a red windbreaker (it isn’t a jacket, but if you try with one, it may works) and her blue high waisted jeans. Under the windbreaker she’s wearing a (cream) wool jacket.

I will let here a pic of the most similar windbreaker I found:

She’s also wearing black shoes.

Her make-up

She isn’t wearing make-up.

More+

She is wearing grey gloves and a blue & white booble hat.

And she has a black & blue mountain backpack.

ask here

#noora #noora skam #skam #skam noora #noora saetre #noora sætre #outfits #outfit #skam 2 #skam season 2

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ecotone99 · 4 years

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[FN] Gregorney the Pigeon

Once upon a time, there was a pigeon named Gregorney. Gregorney was a happy pigeon. He owned a small pet rock that was about the size of a large hamburger. His pet rock was a rock that liked to go people-watching. Of course, people-watching is an interesting sport, a sport that most people would call stalking when targeted on one specific being. Nevertheless, on sunny Saturday mornings, and only on sunny Saturday mornings, Gregorney would bring his pet rock up to go people-watching on the tallest building in Streuchester, the Silent and Tranquil Mental Institution. One day, as Gregorney and his rock were people watching, Gregorney’s rock tragically fell off the edge of the Silent and Tranquil Mental Institution. “Don’t leave me you piece of trash!” Gregorney cried after his pet rock. He too jumped off the Silent and Tranquil Mental Institution to save his pet rock. As Gregorney was falling to catch his pet rock he stopped mid-flight to watch his pet rock land in a mysterious person’s bag. “What have you done?” Gregorney said out loud, “You have stolen my overweight and non-talkative pet rock!” What else was he thinking at this time? I have no idea because the writer of this story is indeed not Gregorney. Even though Gregorney was upset that his heavy and non-talkative pet rock was stolen, he had to find him no matter the cost. Gregorney spent the day at his favorite little hiding place he shared with no one. He pulled out a piece of paper and yanked a feather from under his chin to write down his observations of the pet rock stealing person. “Let’s see… My rock was stolen by a lady with a weird-looking hat. I think it was green, maybe purple. And her dress, oh that dress, was as orange as the mindset of a cat in a very colorful mood. As a matter of fact, her whole outfit was.” Gregorney spent the entire day thinking about what he could do to make the lady pay for what she had done. It was now or never. Gregorney stepped into the setting sun like a cheesy cowboy movie. Then he took one more step forward and fell to the ground, headfirst into some sketchy smelling yellow pudding. Gregorney was shocked. He didn’t know what to do. Since he fell headfirst and was stuck inside the sketchy smelling yellow pudding he couldn’t do much but wiggle his feet. “What is this?” said a high pitched voice from behind Gregorney, “Have the gods blessed me with a fruitful snack that I have been wishing for? What a magical gift that has been bestowed upon me!” Wait, could this be the same lady that stole his pet rock? The pet rock that Gregorney lied to saying that he got his rock one chip but he really got him five but ate four of them yesterday Saturday morning? That was it. Gregorney had to get out of this sketchy smelling yellow pudding: Challenge accepted cat-looking lady! Gregorney kicked and moved his body to become free, but despite his persistence, he failed. Gregorney was a failure, and he felt it deeply within his soul. Then, out of nowhere, a clammy hand grabbed his feet and yanked him out of the sketchy smelling yellow pudding. “What luck I have today!” GASP! It was the cat-looking lady that stole his pet rock, the rock that Gregorney lied too saying that he got his pet one chip but he really got him five but ate four of them! Gregorney knew this was the perfect time to get revenge for his pet rock. Before Gregorney could lay a feather on the cat-looking lady, the cat-looking lady set Gregorney into a pouch in her apron. Gregorney didn’t know where they were going. As Gregorney was pondering about what soft material the apron he was in was made of he was plopped onto a kitchen counter. Not even a second later was he being seasoned on a cutting board. Then to his surprise, a grain of pepper traveled up his nose and made poor Gregorney sneeze all over his, now, fashionably styled feathers. Gregorney started to cry making odd and yet calming sounds out of his nose holes that were connected to his face. “You monster!” the cat-looking lady sang, “You have such a wonderful voice but you were supposed to be my dinner that was sent from the gods after decades of waiting, but now that I know you have a lovely voice I have no other option but to kiss you and turn you into cotton candy that is incapable of speech!” Gregorney couldn't understand the cat-looking lady’s words. She sounded like a whale on the side of a beach singing a love song to a turtle that spoke Uzbek. So, Gregorney decided to sit up, look at the cat-looking lady and then say, “Herffna grrr booble fro yo ta.” The cat-looking lady was so shocked that this pigeon could speak the native language of the Hippologagonus people. The cat-looking lady stepped back searching for a quill pen to write down the words of the sacred pigeon. Yet, before she could put down even a speck of ink, Gregorney’s feet became free! Gregorney stood as tall as he could and turned around to show the cat-looking lady his bottom. Hopping onto the window that was conveniently placed in front of him, he saluted the Cat-looking lady and stumbled out of the house with no grace nor beauty at all. If anything, it would be more of a flopping fish with a pink tutu and tiara for fashion purposes. As gregorney fell out of the window and onto the ground he stumbled upon a rock garden. HAZAA! Gregorney’s pet rock has got to be around here somewhere, but there was a problem. Gregorney has forgotten what his pet rock looked like. A tear fell from Gregorney’s eye. How could he ever find the lost pet that would go people-watching with him on sunny Saturdays? Gregorney waddled over to a nice looking sitting rock as best he could. Gregorney felt horrible. He was covered in mysterious pudding with spices and glitter sprinkled along with his feathers. The cat seeing lady saw the sadness falling out of Gregorney’s face. The cat seeing lady felt something that she has never felt before. What was this? The feeling was compassion. The cat seeing had never felt this feeling before because she had always been a narcissistic being. Today that would change. The cat seeing lady came out from her sad excuse for a house, walked over to Gregorney, and sat next to him as gingerly as she could. Patting the back of the sad-leaking pigeon named Gregorney, she asked him what was wrong. “What is the matter pigeon can speak the native language of the Hippologagonus people? Why is your face leaking?” Gregorney lifted his head to look at the cat seeing lady and said, “Ragna fru mungle doo,” which translated into, “I have lost my pet rock that I have lied to and that we go people-watching on sunny Saturday mornings. Only was it today, cat-looking lady, that I can not find my poor pet rock. Whatever will I do? I can’t even pathetically flap my wings to attempt to soar through the clouds to use my seeing-eye organs to find my pet rock.” Now, the seeing cat lady was moved by this story. Deeply moved. The gods not only blessed her with food that she would need to fatten up as time went on, but a new friend that she would be able to keep with her at her sad excuse for a house. So, the seeing cat-looking lady reached into her purse and pulled out indeed the pet rock that Gregorney had lost and handed it to the sad leaking pigeon. “Is this the pet rock you speak of? It fell into my bag while I was walking my army of worms this morning.” Gregorney smiled, a smile as big as he could and nodded his head. “Wabba new, Jabba crew!” Which translated into, “Yeah, it is!” The cat seeing lady picked up Gregorney and held him close with his pet rock. “I vow,” began the cat-looking lady, “to keep you and your pet rock safe as long as we shall live.” And they all lived happily ever after, until the cat-looking lady ate Gregorney. The End

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