I'm a little hedgy on the details. Apparently Hello Fish found treasure. He told his two best friends about it, and they went to see. Then everyone went to see it.
Finally, Hello Fish and his baby brother both turned Gold. That's it. They both just turned GOLD.
That climax leave me pondering various existential roads...and abstractions...and I wonder what my 6 year old knows that I don't.
He wrote and illustrated this book last school year. Drew the cover and all that stuff. He won a first place at the Phillips County Fair for best original poem or short story amongst all the First graders in the County. I was impressed, and very proud because Trav was only in Kindergarten. The awards are given in the summer. Maybe he'll become the writer I'm not- and I'm proud whatever he does.
Pictures to follow.
I hauled a heavy log up to the house, ran in at dark and tried to take some photos. They aren't great, and the script is too faint to come out so I just dropped that and got three or four picts of the illustrations.
I'm happy about it. A couple of my friends on the forum wrote to me privately recently that I'm not smiling in my logging photos. Well, this makes me smile.
There's a lot of Blues at the munk compound right now, but this isn't one of the songs.
He starts First grade tomorow.
Lady was taking a walk by the school last week and saw a tail, just a tail above a line of chokecherry bush. The tail and the shape beneath it took off like lightening. She thinks it was a Cougar's tail. She's lived round here all her life so I dont' doubt it. She goes armed on her walks now. I told the school teacher we should all chip in and buy her a hogleg, strap that on her during school hours. Get a special dispensation from the District. Heavily Armed School Marm. I like it. She faces her students; "Do you feel lucky, Punk?"
She laughed her head off when I told her but there's no chance of arming her. Darnit.
munk
Finally, Hello Fish and his baby brother both turned Gold. That's it. They both just turned GOLD.
That climax leave me pondering various existential roads...and abstractions...and I wonder what my 6 year old knows that I don't.
He wrote and illustrated this book last school year. Drew the cover and all that stuff. He won a first place at the Phillips County Fair for best original poem or short story amongst all the First graders in the County. I was impressed, and very proud because Trav was only in Kindergarten. The awards are given in the summer. Maybe he'll become the writer I'm not- and I'm proud whatever he does.
Pictures to follow.
I hauled a heavy log up to the house, ran in at dark and tried to take some photos. They aren't great, and the script is too faint to come out so I just dropped that and got three or four picts of the illustrations.
I'm happy about it. A couple of my friends on the forum wrote to me privately recently that I'm not smiling in my logging photos. Well, this makes me smile.
There's a lot of Blues at the munk compound right now, but this isn't one of the songs.
He starts First grade tomorow.
Lady was taking a walk by the school last week and saw a tail, just a tail above a line of chokecherry bush. The tail and the shape beneath it took off like lightening. She thinks it was a Cougar's tail. She's lived round here all her life so I dont' doubt it. She goes armed on her walks now. I told the school teacher we should all chip in and buy her a hogleg, strap that on her during school hours. Get a special dispensation from the District. Heavily Armed School Marm. I like it. She faces her students; "Do you feel lucky, Punk?"
She laughed her head off when I told her but there's no chance of arming her. Darnit.
munk
