The Story Begins

Thanks for joining me as we relive a golden era of storytelling from the early years of the Atomic Age.

I never was any good at this. — Ponyard Kipling

Raid

“Bring her in close.” Wildcat directed Possum at the helm. “I’ll be joining the boarding party and I don’t plan on getting my paws wet.”

Gifting

“I need a cardigan for my Willow Ptarmigan,” Mourning Dove sang. “I love buying presents!”

December Finals

“Um, yeah, sure ok,” Reindeer passed on the hot potato to the next player. “I mean, you know, not the kind of games I’m used to but, this is okay.”

Options May Vary

“The way I see it,” Gray Dwarf Mouse started, “is it’s either the life of the poor and oppressed or the life of the also oppressed but with greater social mobility. And more rice.”

Bridging the Gap

Nancy Ma’s Night Monkey started his nightly sleepwalk down to the river in his silk pajamas, all the while, mumbling, “Be happy in your work.”

Holiday Getaway

Maya Mouse looked out the window at the sun and surf and sand and scowled. “I wanted to go to Vail. Vail, where the snow is and I’m already dressed for it.”

Smoke and …

Natterjack Toad put the weights back on the rack with a grunt. “Let’s see, been at it for about an hour. Ought to be in shape now. Where’s that mirror?”