The Infamous Laundry Monster

The infamous laundry monster
Lies in wait
On the bed, in the laundry
In a dirty state

I tried to wash it
But failed in my attempt
No washing it could endure
From that it was exempt

I saw the laundry move
And then it wiggled
I started to get nervous
And then it giggled

A sock reached out and waved around
I knew then what was there
Took my breath in
Spotted the blue eyed stare

It was the monster of the laundry
The scary thingamajig
It was a pile of laundry
Wearing a wig

The wig, of course
Was of clothes
The thing was a pile of garments
Even some robes

And that's not only
What was there
Although it was wearing a wig
It had hair.

Socks, that's what it was
And in them, feet
Severed from their bodies
In the intense heat.

Some beginnings

Once upon a time, there was a young girl. This girl was the daughter of the Countess Ember and Earl Elric. The girl's name was Willow as that is where she was birthed, under a willow. As this girl reached childhood, she realized what she wanted to be, Willow desperately wished to be a knight, to go to battle with the wyverns. Not to fight once arrived though, to stay, and live and learn from them as they have educated themselves with their own languages. 

All this, she had read in a book, a great old one, bound with hide, worn with age. This was a queen's book, stolen, returned, traded, and bought with silver, bronze, zinc, and gold coins. From reading this great book, Willow was enchanted with literacy, and two wondrous form of writing, faerytales and poetry. Such works lost save this musty book

Willow often rests within a favorite grove within the flooded wood. Glancing down the hill she sat upon, she thought she had seen a deer. This could hardly be correct as the stones stick up out of the mudded down water and one would be reduced to hopping along, trying to keep balance.




Aartiky never stood erect, it just wasn't possible for him. He scurried around, sometimes with his hands, sometimes just crouched. There was a different air about him. Or maybe it was just his eyes, the way they wobbled and shook. His legs were long, too long maybe. Hands always tense, Aarkity looked poised for action. Probably the action he like best: pouncing. He would pounce on all manner of things, pieces of string, stray marbles, but mostly anything shiny. Aarkity loved shiny objects with a passion, silver cogs (the currency in Bobin), needles, the very rare opal dug up from the ground.
He was half-child, half-pet. That was all his keepers cared to admit. Secretly, though, Aarkity suspected he was no higher than a dog. Almost family and stupidly loyal.
He lived in a mediocre village. The kind with stone cottages and thatched roofs. No one was particularly wealthy, so no one ruled. There was a large centre well and smaller ones scattered around. Aarkity's family were the ones to build the centre well. And so, their surname was Welle; Ida and Ernest Welle. And the children of course. Maude, Myllu, Felix, Reuben, Ollie, Pireo, Jorgy and Lona. And Aarkity. But he didn't really count. Until the strange boy's family built a house in Bobin.
He said his name was Garfyld, but who knew if it was true or not. He always stood stock still, staring and staring. Aarkity couldn't quite figure him out. What was he thinking? Was he angered or pleased? Who knew? Aarkity certainly didn't. Did his keepers? His keepers weren't the kind you could just up and ask; they were always bustling about, not able to keep their hands still. They were scientists, or so they thought. True, they made many cogs, but fair? Aarkity thought not.




A king's sorrow could not be easily summed up. He has the trouble of keeping a kingdom in place.


A great, elaborate tree grew from the top of his head. "Dillon will see whom the real king of the forest is," he muttered.
"Hershel. Pssst, it's me Kapel. Hey, what you doing here?! This here's Dillon's part of the forest!"
Hershel spoke through his teeth, "Kapel, who have you brought?"
"Oh oh oh oh, It's just me. Honest."
"And I," a voice came through a thicket.
"Velvel," Hershel said, clearly surprised, "and for what reason have you accompanied this hedgehog?" With the last word the deer hissed at Kapel.
"I to seek revenge from this immigrant lion."
"He has wronged you too?"
"In many ways, yes.



Not perfect, true, but then again, is anything?

The Collection

Good Reads

If you've never been to Good Reads, I would highly recommend it. It catalogues tons and tons of books!

People have lists that include books of one genre, or books with certain characters like unicorns! You can list books as read (you can rate it * = didn't like it, ** = it was okay, *** = liked it, **** = really liked it, ***** = it was amazing), want to read, and currently reading (started reading - finished).

It's a really cool site, you should check it out.

Rubber bracelets

I've recently become interested in rubber (silicone) bracelets or bands.






I believe they should have a special name. I came up with the word: bundree. Bundree bands! Yay! What do you think?

Favorite animal dilemma

The problem is, everytime I see a new picture of an animal, that becomes my favorite animal.
Could it be the majestic zebra?

Or the nutritious newt?

Possibly the beautiful bunny?

I just don't know what to choose!

Animal Crossing

I started playing Animal Crossing City Folk yesterday and I love it. It's got a simple shapes but with complex movements, it's a classic game and very well made.

Ever heard of luck?

As all of you should know, the first day of a month is very lucky indeed. Rabbits and hares are considered to be especially lucky. And so I was outside with Pacman on the first day of June. I happened to be watching him and he was about to chomp down on a funny-looking clover. I scooted my hand underneath his nibbling little teeth and stared hard at the clover. Then it hit me: it was a four-leaf clover! I plucked out of the ground carefully when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my neighbour,  walking to their car going to soccer. (Futbol Americano.) I called out her name. I told her that I found a four-leaf clover and gave it to her for her soccer game. I went back to the ex-pen, sat down, and found another funny-looking clover. Well, it turned out to be a  five-leaf clover. Then I found another four-leaf!

Pacman

Did you know

...that possums and opossums are actually different creatures?! Although opossums are sometimes called 'possums, they are different.

Possum


Opossum

Pacman

I have a pet runny babbit. His real name is Mr. Giggles but his codename shall be Pacman as they both gobble up pellets.

Scary dream

Brobdingnagian and grey, it loomed over and around me, enveloping me in icy solitude. I couldn't escape. I had one choice: move it. Of course, I couldn't. Nobody could. But this was my task. My job. Shaky finger extending, lightly brushing anti-clockwise, The ...thing... whirred with the speed of cheetahs,  numbing my skull and aching my brain. My immense power petrified me to tears. Sobbing, I shoved upward with all my might. The thing shot upward like an arrow, bringing me with it. Expecting the worst, my hands met with a piece of painted cardboard. What? I blinked. It was the hanglider I made out of a toilet paper tube. How did...? "Ohhhh" I breathed, the exclamation fading out of existence.

I love fantasy

As a genre and as a topic.

Bandersnatch

Hi, I'm who you shall now know to call Bandersnatch. This blog will be 'bout the random ramblings that I want to share. The posts will be short or l o n g. It really depends. On me, of course. I love collecting (mostly rubber ducks {211 as of now}) I love Alice in Wonderland. That's where I got my codename. I am a libra. But most all, I am me.