Unedited Stories

I'm leaving the old intro here, but adding this- it appears the doves have taken over my blog for their fiction. Just as well, I was doing a piss poor job of updating. They're doing much better.

This blog is infrequently updated, full of incorrect spellings, misused words, and general bad grammar. It started when I was trying to use google+ (which I've since given up on) and discovered there was no character limit for posts. If you've known me a long time, a lot of these stories will be old hat. If you plan to know me for a long time, you'll no doubt hear many of them in person. But, folks seemed to enjoy them, so here they are.

Monday, December 7, 2015

The two hundred and fifty first story

Once upon a time there was a squirrel who, having neglected to store nuts for the winter, decided to survive exclusively on dropped french fries.

Sunday, December 6, 2015

The two hundred and fiftieth story!

Once upon a time there was a tree show tried draping herself in lights to hide her lack of leaves.

Saturday, December 5, 2015

The two hundred and forty ninth story

Once upon a time there was a fir tree who spread out her needles JUST SO to catch snow in the most beautiful way.

Friday, December 4, 2015

The two hundred and forty eighth story

Once upon a time there was a beagle who liked to think of himself as a very small, very short nosed elephant

Thursday, December 3, 2015

The two hundred and forty seventh story

Once upon a time there was a young stag who, in seeing all his friends lose their antlers for the year, decided to not lean over, to avoid running recklessly through the woods, in the hopes he could keep his.

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

The Two hundred and forty sixth story

Once upon a time there was a christmas light who thought the stars were also christmas lights and did not understand why they wouldn't talk to him.

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

The two hundred and forty fifth story

Once upon a time there was an antelope who was truly delighted to discover that he could scratch his own back with his curved horns.