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

That Eureka Moment

“I think I have it down!” Racka, eager to impress her new classmates, jumped up before her professor could finish. “Mobius strip should be something classy-like, I think, traditional music and some hip movements like this, nice and snake movements done slow…”

Art is Longer

Osprey typically enjoyed his profession of art critic, but then again. “Oh, what is this? What the fishcakes is this? What is it supposed to be? I can’t critique what I can’t comprehend.”

Famous Lastly

Araucana went over the lines in his head as they marched him to the wall. “I hope someone is recording this. It’s going to be good and you don’t want it to slip away on the breeze. I’m just saying…”

“…and it’s ladies night…”

Rex Rabbit climbed into the cab and rapped the roof with his favorite cane. “Off with you now, I have a thirst that bears quenching and a dire need for the worst sort of company. And stay away from inns, we seek a low tavern at this hour!”

Foreseeable Future

“Another. And make it a double.” Orca ordered. “I thought this day couldn’t get any worse and now I find out that not only do I need to lose a couple of hundred pounds, but my eyesight is getting worse as well. At least my liver is still healthy. For now.”

Faux Pas a’ Deux

“Oh no.” Kermode Bear looked aghast at the empty tube on the holder, and thought of Belgian Hare in the stall next to his. “Oh no, I can’t. Not after what I just said. Oh no.”

Buzz on the Street

Leaf Muntjac leaned in close to the table of gathered friends. “I’m not really saying this, but I’m sure you’ve heard. Everyone’s best friend, Bluebird, has been dyeing her feathers. She’s been at it for years! She’s actually a Robin. Isn’t that rich!”