Me And You A True Friendship

Friendship is...
me and you climbing my tree
me  and you having tea
you coming up with ideas and me agreeing or the other way around
friendship is...
me disagreeing and you agree to my disagreement
me trusting you and you trusting me
fighting is never abe able to be found in our friendship

poem by: Alex Brown dedicated to: Karen Wolf

Inked Synopsis

Twenty-one year old Beatrix Halter was a not so famous writer in New York, she wrote many of her books about animals.One winter day it was very snowy and Beatrix decided to write a book about a land of talking animals that had many interesting personalities. She wrote for at least nine months then she titled it; The Mysteries Of New Mckascule Island. She turned it in to her publisher and a few moths later you could find it in any local book store.Unfortunately the sales of the book were slow Beatrix was soon struggling because of the amount of books sold. In fact she only gets twenty-thousand dollars a year.

Stay tuned first chapter of book coming soon...

Cookies Corpulent Cravings

Photo by: Chandra Brown
Cookie

There lived a gerbil who loved to eat. Her name suited her well for her master called her Cookie. Cookie nibbled on grains and seeds, timothy hay, fruits, nuts, and sometimes for a healthy treat, spinach. One fine day when the sun was shining and the breeze rustled the treetops a new discovery awaited the active gerbil. Her master placed a new item in her food bowl; it was a sight to see. It layed in the food bowl on its side as a sunbeam glistened through the window onto its surface. Cookie wondered, "What could this delight be?" She carefully tiptoed over to the oval shaped comestible and touched it ever so slightly with her front paw. She stared and glared intently at the colorful markings and sniffed ever so deeply with her nose close to touching the shell. Then, she lifted the treasure from its spot and placed her front tooth on the hard surface giving a little pressure on the shell causing it to crack open like an egg freshly opened by a pecking chick on Easter Sunday. For a split second Cookie felt a rush of panic at the thought she destroyed the treasure and as she began to let the feel of sorrow enter her heart she saw a tiny, smooth pearl like core inside the shell. With great excitement her little paw tore off the shell like a kid opening presents on Christmas morning revealing the glorious, most scrumptious, delightful seed in all the rodent kingdom; the sunflower seed.

As Cookies taste buds exploded with the flavor too good to compare to chocolate, her eyes were involuntarily scanning the food bowl for another packaged treasure. Her impulsive desire caused her to dive headfirst into her bowl in search for more. She resurfaced with little bird seeds stuck on her cheeks looking at her master with questioning eyes just as her master's hand entered the cage with bountiful supply of more tantalizing treats to wet her appetite. She greedily tore into the new supply like a kid picking M&M's from the mountain trail mix bag. She ravenously stuffed her mouth as if she were kin to a pig. In her gluttonous delectation, her slender body began to grow as she ate and consumed and devoured to overflowing capacity; her body mirrored the action with rapid reaction. The once slender gerbil now resembled Henry the VIII, King of various voracious appetites. Her cravings called out for more as she sat idly in the corner of her cage filling in her corpulent crevices.

What was needed was an intervention!

Her master picked her up from her comfy corner and examined her in jaw-dropping awe, wondering how a gerbil could expand her size in such little time. Her master shook her finger in a motherly fashion at Cookie as the inevitable words rolled out of her mouth, "Cookie, you're going on a diet."

The End

Collaborated together with: Cookie, Sharp Ears and Red

The Christmas Coyote

Let me tell you about young Emily Robbs, Emily Robbs was 10 years old and the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Robbs who owned a ranch in Colorado. One thing that the Robbs were not pleased to see, was a coyote. That is exactly what this story is about. One day, young Emily saw a beautiful fright; out side her window was a gleaming white coyote clothed in a scarf and booties. Poor little Emily thought she was loosing her mind. She pinched her thigh, she slapped her cheeks and put ice down her shirt to see if she was dreaming and finally she came to realize the coyote was really there starring at her right in the eyes. She backed away in fear, the coyote cocked its head then prowled away. Of course young Emily never told her parents about such things or they would think she was messing with coyotes. Then something caught her eye, she had noticed that her advent calender was at the 24th. "It's getting late," she said, "I better get to sleep, Santa comes tonight."

BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP!!! she awoke to her alarm clock in a flash and gasped, "Santa came!!!!!!" She found a letter in her stocking along with all the toys it read:

Dear sweet Emily, I know you want to be a Veterinarian when you grow up so I am assigning you to help one of the most special animals in all the land, the Christmas coyote, she will lead you to her problem.
Thank You!
From, Santa Claus

The Christmas Coyote and Her Pup
Photo By: Alex Brown

Straight then she knew that the coyote she saw that day was the special Christmas coyote. Emily dashed to the window and there it was. Legend has it that every year the Christmas coyote would go around and decorate the peoples yards and it would choose one child to give a special gift to. Immediately, she grabbed her vet kit and trudged outside in wonderment even though she hadn't had her breakfast yet. She followed the coyote into the deep forest covered in snow.

Nervously she spoke, "I'm sorry but Mrs.coyote its been an hour already and I'm awfully hungry."
She turned and shot her a look, that said, 'We're almost there, so please don't argue.' Finally, Emily arrived at a bloody trap and inside it was an adorable, pudgy coyote pup. "Awe, it's so cute," Emily said, "Is he yours?" The coyote nodded with a painful yes, then whapped Emily on her thigh with its tail. Emily huffily asked,"Ow, what was that for?" The coyote looked at Emily then at the injured pup. "Right," she exclaimed, then she pryed open the trap and gently pulled the pup out and wrapped its wounded leg and gave it to the Christmas coyote. She picked it up as fast as lightning and trotted away, as Emily shouted, "Don't I get a thank you?" to the coyote who was about 30 meters away. It just went on plodding off into the woods. Emily turned to head back home with a happy heart that she was able to help.

After getting away from worried parents she slipped into bed and went to sleep. The next morning Emily awoke to a scratch at her door, she opened it and found a little coyote plush identical to the pup she had saved. It was from the Christmas coyote and this year Emily was that special someone.

Emily discovers the Gift from the Christmas Coyote

THE END

Tale By: Sharp Ears

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