“Look!” called Thalia. “Stiff and a bit creaky… Typist managed to flip herself into the fluff. She heard me!”
“Nicely done. Now we’ve got wor,”
“Not so fast Nia. Sometimes we need to stop and enjoy the the snow cones,” said Cal. “To everything there is a season? Remember the story Mara once inspired… Let’s see if we can find it.”
“Here it is,” said Thalia. “Just click on the purple title below if you want to read it — and you do!”
“What do you think our readers are doing for fun today?” asked the Muse of Many Questions.
Thalia shrugged. “Maybe they’ll tell us in comments?”
“Can we get to work now?”
“After breakfast Nia. Muses have to eat… before eating any frogs.”
Coming soon:
Flourishing Fictions
3musesmerge
Nia’s right… We still have work to do. Isn’t that wonderful?
I confess. At first I suspected typist/painter was experimenting with chiaroscuro technique! Of course a dimly illuminated early morning snow angel (or even a simple flop) isn’t a bad second!
Our pooch is less discerning in what she plunders. Finding the door ajar to the room with the litter box is her great obsession.
When are the frogs served?
Deb is writing notes to people (it’s what she does — she has taken on the task of writing notes of thanks, sympathy, or just general greeting to church family or family-family). I am reading (y’know, people’s newsletters and stuff 😉) and writing.
I remember your snow cone story! I’d forgotten Mara could be a bad girl when she felt like it; apparently her successor’s behavior has uplifted Mara in my memory.