Etude developed a soul warbling songs in the dark to the mice for weeks after being thrown in the trash. I felt very sad when the little fellow finally grew silent. Naturally, I assumed he'd died.
Poor Etude, being erased once in awhile is the price you pay for having a soul. You are always redrawn again. Perhaps until you are ready to come back as a harmonica, a clarinet, and, finally, a breath of fresh air.
Roy, I hate that "getting redrawn" phase. Been through that a few times myself. But I'm still not sure if I can tell the difference between "getting it right" and "getting it different".
Aww, glad he's still with us!
ReplyDeletePoor Etude, being erased once in awhile is the price you pay for having a soul. You are always redrawn again.
ReplyDeletePerhaps until you are ready to come back as a harmonica, a clarinet, and, finally, a breath of fresh air.
Paula, me too. You gotta love his pluck.
ReplyDeleteRoy, I hate that "getting redrawn" phase. Been through that a few times myself. But I'm still not sure if I can tell the difference between "getting it right" and "getting it different".
Is that...is that a Jeep XJ peeking through the door?
ReplyDeleteYes, indeedie, Mr. Donut. That is a Jeep XJ peeking through the door. Good eye.
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