And Lo...it came to pass that a Sock Monkey appeared in the night sky over Suffolk. She had been travelling for many a long day and night to reach her benefactor Cusp. Yeah, for she had toiled and yearned to move from her native Dusseldorf to Suffolk.
And Cusp looked upon the monkey and said,
And so it was that little Fraulein Poesie took up her quill and her little purple notebook, dressed up in her finest purple pants and jewellery and winged her way to The Great Forest to meet Signs.'Truly Fraulien Poesie...' ,for that was her name,' .... thou
shalt be better off in the home of a great and true writer.There's not much here to nurture your creative writing spirit for we are a house of visual artists and people-helpers, old chickens, old dogs, old rabbits and cavies....''Thou shalt be transported through the magic of the postal system (when it
is working) to a better place; a place where only great writers live....to a
forest on the edge of Publication Land.'
I believe that Signs has agreed to foster, but if you really want to see what happened next you must pop over to dear Signs' blog.
I would show you myself but my camera cable is lost in a big hole in this house which seems to be swallowing all manner of stuff at the moment: my cable, daughter's Nintendo, partner's spare mobile, set of keys.....all disappeared without trace!
No matter. Do hop over to Signs and help her to welcome Fraulien Poesie to her new abode
1 comment:
Cusp, she is sitting next to Mr. Signs watching the rugby - but writing in her notebook at the same time. Her English is brilliant, btw, she must have picked up a lot while she was with you - and the chickens (I have heard a few strange clucking sounds).
Please tell me your camera cable has not fallen into the Black Hole - nooooo!
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