The Shed 3

a reply to: crappiekat
Oh wow. I can't think of anything else to say lol.

a reply to: AugustusMasonicus

And the restaurants up here do not hold high standards.

Not like in Chicago.

a reply to: Skid Mark

You'll think of something.

Ok guy's, I'm off to watch the Dog show.

Everyone have a nice evening.

originally posted by: crappiekat
And the restaurants up here do not hold high standards.

Not like in Chicago.

Then I say, 'start baking'. Once you get the hang of it the process is quite simple.

a reply to: TNMockingbird

Hi Bird! Very nice Story entry! Exciting!! ...

a reply to: crappiekat

Hi Kat! The Shepard is Beautiful!
The squirrel, I am like Skid's Bro and am almost speechless! LMAO!!!
I will say however that I hope My bad day's aren't so bad,
that I HAVE to think of it!! ROFLMFAO!!!

a reply to: SyxPak

Yea, that picture makes me cringe, and I'm a female.

Last entry: Page 270 Link to post
Now that they were all clean and fed they would get a good night’s rest. Tomorrow they will explore and see what it is that Martin is sensing.


Martin woke to the smell of bacon. Wait, what? Bacon! Martin jumped up and ran out of her tent. Drego and Jala set around a camp fire with bacon and eggs on skillets frying away. “Where in this world did you find bacon & eggs? No, don’t tell me; I’m afraid the answer will spoil it.” Martin said as she took a seat joining them by the fire.

“It is a gift from Mr. Squirrel. He has a cousin that can world jump and he thought we might enjoy this hearty breakfast.” Drego said looking at Martin with a twinkle in his eye. He knew that Martin didn’t really care for Squirrel.

After everyone ate a wonderful breakfast we gathered up camp and began to explore the area. There was one tree that seemed to almost pull to me. I kept going back to see if I had missed anything. Finally I noticed a little odd looking knot in one of the roots. I reached down and was able to pull the inside of the knot free revealing a small compartment. There I found an old rolled up piece of parchment paper.



Oh! This has to be related to Aria!!! I must give this to Nightstar to take to the library! Maybe if I call for Hugo! Martin went running towards the group to see how she could make sure this found its way to NightStar.

a reply to: Martin75

Martin, that is great. Things are coming together.

Ok, back to the Dog Show.

Hey WIS The Swiss came in 4th.

a reply to: crappiekat
Thanks! I loved the Shepard. That is what mom has so I think they are so beautiful and regal!! Go rumor go (that's right, right? LOL)

The Cat and his captive traversed for miles over deep snow. The Cat seemed to glide effortlessly and his paws scarcely left a track. The Bird had stayed alert, not dozing; she needed to keep awake in case an opportunity arose to escape her jailor. The moon had risen and it was full. The light shimmered upon the snow and created what looked like diamonds on the surface. The Bird could feel the temperature dropping and knew that she wouldn’t survive the night. The Cat had thick warm fur but, the Bird…There appeared an opening in the side of a small mountain. It looked to be the entrance to a cave.

Panthera entered, cautiously, and went to the farthest wall of the cave. He sat the cage down and sleeked away back out of the cave. “Perhaps he’s leaving for good”, thought Bird. She began to peck at the lock of the cage. It twisted and turned with each peck and she was becoming frustrated with the task. “There must be a way to get this lock opened!” peck, peck, and peck… nothing. Within a short time, the Cat came back through the entrance to the cave with a bundle of wood in his, rather large, mouth. He dropped it and looked at Bird. “You won’t be able to escape so don’t hurt your beak trying.” Bird shied away from the lock and watched as Panthera pushed the bundle of brush into a pile. He then went to the wall of the cave and with a sharp claw scratched away a chunk of flint. He picked it up, gently, with his massive jaws and carried it to the pile of sticks. Panthera took his claw and scratched the rock, he laid it to the pile. It alit with a mighty flame.

Panthera turned and started for the entrance again. Bird watched as his muscles rippled under his skin. He was so graceful and strong. Bird continued to peck away at the lock as soon as he was out of sight.
Oh, if she could just get free she would fly far away from this place. She would not rest until she was over the valleys and to the West. She had heard from travelers talking at the Inn that there were warm sands and many flowers and insects. She had heard that night only came twice a year and that birds could fly over water and earth and not fear for their young or themselves.
Within, what seemed like only minutes, the Cat reappeared and he held something clenched between his jaws. There was blood dripping from his mouth. Perhaps he had been injured in battle! THIS may be her chance! Bird couldn’t make out what was happening until he bent his head and dropped something, with an uncaring thud, against the cave floor. It was a bloodied rodent. He raised his head and looked at Bird. His green eyes were wild, Bird assumed from the frenzy of the kill. He started slinking toward her in the cage.

“Was the rodent not enough?” Bird thought. Did he intend to eat her as well, even though he said he wouldn’t? Bird trembled and shrank back against the bars of the far side of the cage. She took up her defensive stance. “Oh, we will both feel the sting of battle!” she thought.
The Cat took his paw and nimbly opened the lock and door just enough to sling inside a lizard. “Eat!” Panthera demanded. “The journey is long and you will need your strength. It looks as if you can use the meal as well! Let’s get some meat on those scrawny bones!” Bird shoved the poor, dead lizard to the side of the cage and bowed her head at its sacrifice. She prayed to Amihan, the first creature on the earth, to forgive the sins of her captor and to protect her from his selfish deeds.

The Cat ate his loot slowly. He seemed to savor every bite. He licked the bones clean with his strong tongue. Bird was becoming queasy with the sounds of his delight. When the meal was complete, the Cat stretched out near the fire. His muscles were twitching from fatigue. He was lean and muscular and groomed his fur with delight. His strength and prowess was on display. Bird was not moved. He was but an evil beast and she would patiently await her moment to end his disgusting existence. The Cat began to groom himself. He purred while he licked his paws and every inch of his body. Every once in a while, he would look over at the Bird, his emerald eyes twinkling…his fur glistened in the firelight. He wet his massive paws and rubbed behind his ears.
“Now, Birdie, we shall rest. The flame will keep you warm enough to survive the night. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to my little payoff.”
Bird turned her back to the fire, and the massive Cat, and tucked her beak.
“Are you cold Bird?” Panthera asked.
“What do you care?” Bird replied.
“I want to make sure my bounty is warm and comfortable enough to survive the night!” the Cat replied. “Sing me to sleep, Bird”.

Bird began to sing, again, careful to not to sing the songs of Black Mountain lest the Cat recognized them.
”🎶 ♭ ♫ ♬♪♫” the bird sang.
Perhaps, as the Cat succumbed to sleep from the long journey, the warm fire, and full belly; she would find her escape…

Bird and Martin, loving the story lines!!!!


Sorry I missed everyone today, had a very long and fun filled day with my friend. We were in a parking lot and it was so windy we could feel the car move a bit. Anyway there was this shopping cart that came flying past the car and we thought for sure it would hit this other car. It barely missed it and whipped past it hitting a snowbank and falling over. I thought for sure it was going to end up on the highway in the middle of traffic. I don't know why it was so funny, but it was. We were nutty today and singing and dancing in one of the stores and making other people laugh. Got some amazing bargains and new earrings...gorgeous!

I guess I should try to make a story entry now. Hmmm...

Still working on getting some of these videos finished and what not. Getting ready to start work on part 3 either tonight or tomorrow. Already got part two uploaded and ready to view on Youtube.

Continued from page 266

Night Star stood with her back against a dirt wall, arms folded. Garren sunk down to his knees and held his head in hands. "What are we going to do now?" He asked. Pesky was still highly agitated and pissed at the elf. "You of all people should have known not to be so trusting! I can't believe this! I just can't believe you could get us into so much trouble, it's just not normal! Surely we are prisoners of the witch Queen and God and Goddess only knows what she will do to us! Well, not me, I am small and can get through the bars, but where will I go? Who will I get to help? You've really done it now elf!"

Shut up you aggravating, arrogant, whiny little creature! Shut up! I have had enough of you and your endless chattering and incessant insults! SHUT UP!" It wasn't like Night to treat a friend like that, not like her at all. They were all taken off guard and overwhelmed by their dilemma. Sky looked up at Night Star. "Momma? Momma mad? Pixie and boy mad?" Her heart ached looking down at the little dragon and over to Pesky and Garren. She hung her head in shame. "Momma, Pesky and Garren are upset and need to find a way out of here. We are in danger, but I swear, I will protect you all with my life."


Sky flew over to the farthest corner of their prison and pointed. "What are you pointing at? What do you see? There's nothing there." Night was confused at the action of the small dragon. "There...portal...we get out now." The companions looked, but there was nothing to be seen or even sensed. Sky suddenly moved forward and through the wall. "NOOOOOO! Sky, where are you?" Night put her hand to the wall and it moved through with ease. She grabbed Garren and Pesky and they walked through the hidden portal. Hugo had Wolf and Aria on his back so they could fly over the metal bars of the prison and caught his friends just as they disappeared through the portal. They quickly followed.

They seemed to be deep into the forest. Much of the snow had melted and it wasn't as cold as it had been when they were last outside. As they traveled along they came upon a bridge over a fast flowing river. It was sturdy and made of twisted branches in a beautiful design. Just as they were about to cross a troll appeared. "Who are you and why have you come to my bridge? Pesky, with hands firmly upon her hips stared into the ugly beast's face. "We are who we are and we are in danger. We need to cross." The troll sneered as slimy snots ran down his face. "I no like little flying things. I swat and kill little flying things. I no like elves. Elves think they smarter than trolls. I no like little boys. Little boys bring trouble, try to hurt trolls. Troll no like beasties. Off my bridge or I eat you all for dinner!"

Night smirked. "I have shiny things for troll, make troll happy." Slowly she reached into her pouch and pulled out her bangle bracelets to offer the beast. He took them and smiled widely baring blackened teeth. "You think troll fall for that?" He pocketed the bracelets and sneered. "Off bridge now!" Wolf and Hugo pounced at the ugly troll, biting and clawing until it fell into the cold water below. They crossed the creaking bridge to the other side.

Though it was daytime, a thick fog blanketed the area, making it difficult to see. A deep, disembodied voice arose from nowhere and everywhere. "I have you now and my Queen shall be pleased." As the voice trailed off, dark shadow beings surrounded them and approached slowly and menacingly. Strange cries were heard, cries of misery, anguish and lost hope. The companions didn't know who or what cried out so pitifully.

Hiya Chooch! You're up awfully late, or early. LOL Good to see you!

Previously:
...Sporky dived deep into the valleys, soared into the peaks, drifted over the coastlands, yet there was still no sign, no clue as to the whereabouts of the shed family. The sun began to rise on the eastern horizon, and the companions were tiring, so Gordi guided Sporky down to an isolated "corrie", a sheltered cleft in the rocky escarpment below, and they landed to make camp.


Gordi shivered as he felt the cold damp fog clinging to him, he opened his eyes and saw that it was daytime now. He had almost lost track as they had been traveling all day and night in search of their lost family. At least he had managed to grab a couple of hours sleep.
SPORKY snorted out a big smoke ring, and rolled a big quivering shake all the way from his neck down the length of his strong back and out through his tail, sending dew drops and splashes of water from the heavy fog in all directions.
One of the drops hit Gordi squarely on the tip of his nose - making him sneeze! And they both started giggling like schoolkids!

The sheltered corrie had kept them safe while they slept, and now with the light, they had the chance to try and survey their surroundings, but the heavy fog was clinging to everything and made it difficult to see where they were. They had certainly come a long way from the Shed, and Big G's instincts told him that they were headed the right direction, but there was still no sign of any of his shed family.
All he could see was this awful fog, and the towering tree tops of a large forest peeking through the haze.

SPORKY suddenly jerked his head to the side and began focusing in the direction of the trees.... straining to hear... something! Was that a splash of water? A river maybe? They quickly decided that they should pack up camp to go and investigate, when they suddenly FROZE as a deep haunting voice drifted over them... They couldn't make out all of the words clearly... but it was something about a...queen maybe? The voice seemed to be all around them, but they instinctively knew to head for the sound of the river...

Just stopping in to say "Good Morning!"...

I'm too sleepy to write anything worth reading, lol. Having coffee and a few 'acronyms' to get my brain cells activated.

Hope you are all having a great day! Will be back later.
Much love,
jacy xoxo

a reply to: jacygirl

Want a donut to go with that coffee?

originally posted by: AugustusMasonicus
a reply to: jacygirl

Want a donut to go with that coffee?

Always.

(ONE donut...not a dozen. I've heard about you.)

a reply to: jacygirl

Do you remember where to find the donuts?