Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
I learned today that dogs may understand a human vocabulary of 150 words or so.
And I thought, I hope those 150 are the most utilitarian, and not something esoteric like sesquipedalian.
I mean, sesquipedalian is a fine word, but a dog’s not gonna have that many chances to hear it and act on it.
The light of the moon
is the flame which consumes
the human façade
until all that is left
is the wolf
that’s been waiting within.
I’m glad the human-wolf partnership worked out so well.
Can you imagine how much different life would be today if humans had taken a liking to the snake that slithered up closer to the campfire?
A fairy godmother, a knight, and I walk into a bar, and the bartender says, “You know, two of you are imaginary.”
“That’s OK,” I reply. “I still want three drinks. And beer for my horse.”
“You don’t have a horse,” the bartender points out.
Details, details, I could see it was going to be one of those kinds of days.
I have danced
with the moon
to find that now
I have four feet
~ Werewolf
When I’m laying in bed, warm and comfortable, with kitties in my lap or next to me, and I start to get up, they ask me “Is this travel really necessary?”
“But the kitchen is where the coffee is!” I explain.
They are unconvinced, and it is clear we disagree about necessity.
Dog: Let’s go outside!
Human: WAT? WHERE GO?
Dog: Outside. It’s a good night to run.
Human: MUST DRESS
Dog: Oh… OK.
Human: NEED SHOOZ.
Dog: you humans sure are needy.
Human: REDDY!
Dog: Then let’s go!
Human: WHER?
Dog: I don’t know. How about if we follow our noses?
Human: CAN’T SMEL
Dog: Just follow me, then.
Human: * crashes into tree * CAN’T SEE AT NITE
Dog: It’s a good thing I love you.
The human body has so much that can go wrong with it, especially when under stress, for instance, some people are genetically predisposed from birth to become wolves.
— Maggie Stiefvater
Thanksgiving Eve: when fugitive birds of all types sit around the campfire and swap stories about their respective narrow escapes…
“I’ll do that for you if you give me that cephalopod you’re holding.”
“But that would be…”
“Yes. A squid pro quo.”