Peep the silly little sheep is on her way to the duck pond with floaties on her ankles and a tube around her waist. She doesn't swim very well. She only sinks. Peep loves her floaties they are all the color pink. On her way she meets Pig. Look at you, you silly little sheep, pig says, laughing. Peep replies, I'm going to meet Duck at the pond. We are going for a swim. Come Pig it will be fun for all, we'll have a ball. What is in your sack hanging off your back? Peep asks. Jelly belly beans to eat for a snack. They are very; very good I will share them with you and Duck. Maybe we can eat them in the old box truck. We will have a Jelly belly bean party after our swim. Filling up our cups to the brim. Jelly bellies are the best I do confess. Duck is already there with sweet tea for you and me. Watch out Pig here comes a bee, lets hide behind that fig tree. Buzz, buzz went the bee flying down to the fig tree. Don't be afraid I won't sting you. I just need some nectar to make some honey, don't be a silly funny bunny. I will land on the flowers by the hours. Thank you, bee we were scared, I do declare. The buzzing sound all around had Pig and I running round. We are on our way to meet Duck by the pond. In the morning Duck and I went for a walk. We went to the fair and saw a brown bear wearing a pink tutu with flowers in her hair. Dancing in the towns square while eating a prickly pear. What a funny site to see as we sat under the old shade tree. Pig thought that was quite amusing to see a bear in the town square. Peep and Pig walk the winding dirt path that leads to the pond. They see frog hopping merrily along. They all swim in the early morning. When all are done, everyone basks in the sun. They lay in the meadow of wildflowers and look in the sky. Let's play a game of What does that cloud look like? Peep yells, Pig that cloud looks like you, Duck says, I see a cat, I see a Cheeto, says Pig. Silly pig you always think of snacks. laughs Duck. For hours and hours they run, jump and play, then return to the barn and lay in the hay. To nap and eat jelly belly bean snacks that pig brought on his back in a sack.. Peep says, Jelly bellies are stuck in my wool, Duck quacks, they are in my feathers. Pig oinks mine are in my belly and they tasted so good! Help us get unstuck pig we are very sticky. Ew ,you are so icky. Let's march back to the pond to get you both cleaned up quickly. The jelly belly beans will slide right off. I feel like having stroganoff, says Pig. With that said they all marched to the pond singing this song. Jelly belly's here, jelly belly's there, jelly bellies in my wool and feathers everywhere. The pond is near have no fear, jump right in and let the fun begin. Swishing and splashing. Oh no Peep forgot her floaties, Peeps in trouble. Wish me luck. I'm glad I at my oaties. Duck to the rescue. Pig stands by. Duck takes a deep breath and counts to five. She grabs Peeps tail and tugs her to the tree. Duck at the rearend Pig in the front. Grab Peep now. Pig snorts and grunts. Rest now Peep that was quite a show. No more jelly bellies in your wool you know. Peep you're a silly little sheep. Duck says you must wear your swimming gear before going into the pond. Peep says, you and Pig went far and beyond to save me from the waters in the pond. Thank you, friends for all you do. You make me so proud of you. All dried and rested up, the three friends walk the path back to the farm, arm in arm, skipping along and singing songs. Duck wagging her tail feathers, Peep and Pig swaying their tails. Happy as can be. YIP-YIP- YIPEE

The smell of rain is so invigorating. I watch through my window the rain pouring down from the heavens above. A sense of melancholy. A weeping sky full of tears kissing the ground. A Pitter- Patter intensifying into a heavier amplified sound. Rain hitting the still pond creating bubbles. Transitioning the peaceful pond to a dynamic pattern of ripples and waves creating circle effects. Dark gray billowing clouds thicken, covering the once vivid blue sky. Concealing the sun in a blankety overcast. Stormy days. Rolling thunderclouds can be seen bad weather is approaching. Thunderous booming claps following bolts of lightning; rumbling loudly, bright flashes in the skies. Thunder then lighting so very frighting. Brilliant, jagged lines fill the sky of lightning bolts. Thunder warns us when lightning is nearby, roars, echos, cracks and bangs. A cloud burst of down pours come quickly. Drenching all that it touches. Leaving puddles all around. Splashing down on the ground. The winds howl wildly swaying the trees with the force of the gusts. The leaves blowing and rustled as they dance in the wind. Fluttering in every direction, swaying in the breeze, reaching the ground as their final destination. Critters scatter running for shelter in hollow trees, underground burrows, dense shrubs. Pools of standing water on the ground. Some birds play in the puddles when the rain slows down. A drizzling mist a gentler pitter- patter of rain. The intense thunder and lightning begin to fade, breaking down and ceases to exist. The clouds appear as a rippling wave like form, in the sky after the storm with shades of gray and black. Hinting of a returning sun. Soon fluffy white clouds emerge and break up after the raging storm. Scattering in the sky. The suns golden rays start to pierce through. Soon the blue sky emerges from the shadows of the raging storm hidden from the turbulent clouds. The stormy darkness now reveals a brilliant hue of yellow, purple and blue, a sense of renewal. After the storm a rainbow appears. A sign of beauty. A memorable image. A promise of sunshine. The power of nature is a humbling experience. There is always a chance for a brighter day.

The trolls in the attic are constantly scampering around. They are the noisiest bunch of trolls.There must be at least 50 of the little buggers up there. So many people have asked me why do I let trolls live in my attic? They just refuse to leave. One sunny day I decided to go into the attic open the window to air it out. A couple of days later I started to hear sounds up there. I open the attic door to find trolls in my attic. Why are you here I shouted. The troll told me squirrels have infested their tree; they saw my window was open that was a come on in invitation. You cannot live in my attic. Oh yes, we can replied the Great troll Zolan . If you do not want to be eaten you will let us live here. I quickly slammed the attic door. Bolted it shut and never opened it again. To this day they have lived in my attic using my window as their door to the outside world. They come and go as they please .Every now and then I find a treasure of coins on my front porch from them. They are quite generous. Trolls will be nice to you if you treat them kindly. They only go out at night because the sun is their enemy. The sunlight will turn them into stone. So they are very, very careful not to be outside during the day time. At night they forage for food .Making a campfire in my backyard to cook and tell stories. They like to eat animals like goats, fish , cats and naughty children. So keep your cats and naughty children from harms way.Sometimes they even eat rocks and socks. The rocks sharpen their teeth. Now for the socks I have no idea .These trolls are mischievous troublemakers sometimes hostile. They kidnap humans for personal servants or even making them their spouses. They could even use them for their personal amusement, or for dinner. They are sometimes helpful. They like to trade goods and do favors for pay. They have magical capabilities such as shapeshifting into animals or humans Some can even become invisible. Late one evening I heard a ruckus in the attic. I dare not go upstairs into the attic for fear I might be eaten or manipulated. The night was damp and foggy from yesterdays rain.I look out the window to see 3 Trolls dragging a large sack. The sack was full of movements as if someone was inside of it. I make sure I am not seen spying on the trolls. They dragged the sack to the backyard by the huge oak tree they once inhabited. The trolls untie the sack, one of their victims pops their head out scared out of his wits. The Great troll Zolan says the last 2 days where very amusing.You danced for us, did tricks and served us delicious fish .You were a very good human.We were only kidding about our threats, you are free to go, just remember we know who you are. Do not breathe a word about us for fear you will be found and eaten. The Great troll Zolan gave him some precious stones to keep for entertaining them.Their victim ran as fast as his legs could carry him. They made their way back into the attic. To drink ale, dance and tell stories of their antics. I don't know what I shall do about these trolls in my attic for fear I will be eaten. To my dismay I shall have to put up with these noisy trolls.Knock, knock, knock on the front door. Who could this be so late at night? Scampering noises in the distance. I open the door to find treasures of gold stacked on the floor. These trolls are quite generous I've heard these trolls are dimwitted .There has to be a way for me to outsmart them .Who knows what they may do next time. They can be so sinister sometimes.As I sit here thinking of a way to outsmart those trolls these ideas come to mind. #1 they do not like the sounds of loud bells #2 They can't swim #3 they are very clumsy#4 sunlight will turn them into stone #5 they will burst if they get angry. So I come up with this brilliant idea. I dig a deep enough hole in the back yard around the big old oak tree to hold all the trolls. I line it with a tarp. fill it with water. cover the hole with a light weight tarp then some dirt and leaves. I put a fence with a gate around the oak tree so nothing is able to fall in the hole untill Saturday. I will then write a note for them to come to a party I am having at 10pm there will be roasted goat and ale. Dancing all night long, they will get very drunk and all fall into the hole. Those drunken clumsy trolls will get angry and burst. I will then be able to get into my attic and have treasures for the rest of my life; The trolls will be gone. Happy days are here again. Every day I was outside during the day, digging around the big oak tree. After a week I completed my task. The trolls had no clue of my plan. They would come and go without noticing anything different in the yard. They were a dimwitted bunch. It was time to make my plan a reality. I left a note on my porch for them. Big party for my friends the trolls at 10pm on Saturday night. Feast of roast goat over a fire pit on a spit and ale. Music and dancing all night long around the big oak tree. Come all. How can they resist? Waiting for Saturday night to be here So very impatient and restless. The feeling of anticipation is so great. Finally, the time has come I look out my window to see all the trolls gathered around the fire pit drooling at the goat and drinking ale. They will get their belly fill of their last meal. I will put on some dancing music Trolls just want to have fun is their favorite song. They will dance around the big old oak tree. Soon they will be drunken trolls. The music has begun the trolls get to their feet and start dancing. They make a line to the big old oak tree, The great troll Zolan leads the way. One by one they fall into the hole. They are seriously angry. Grunting, snorting and splashing. Horrible sounds coming from the hole, all the sudden they burst. KABOOM! Exploded trolls are such a horrible site, they had it coming to them. I go to my front porch to find another pile of cold coins stacked up high on the floor; those trolls were quite generous. I go back inside to unbolt my attic door. I push the door open I could not believe my eyes. All around the attic was gold coins piled to the ceiling. Precious stones scattered all over the floor. Talk about hoarders. This is the best hoard I have ever seen in my life! As I'm walking around with the biggest smile on my face I hear a noise coming from underneath a pile of coins .A faint whimpering sound. I brush away the coins to find a baby troll. She is the size of my hand.I pick her up and take her downstairs. I will care for her and make her my own. She will learn human ways and not become a mischievous trouble maker. She will be kind ,respectful and eat healthy foods.She will not know of any troll ways. I will name her Angel. My sweet Angel.As Angel grows to be a teenager she starts to wonder why her appearance is so different from her father's. He told her she is a troll .trolls used to live in my attic till one day they just left.I found you under a stack of coins.That's when I took you under my wing and cared for you. I taught you human ways because the ways of the trolls were not good for a girl troll.I grew to love you as my own.Angel sighed ,I am so ugly I long to be beautiful and tall. I told her there is a way .I remember the trolls are shapeshifters and can transform into anything. Think deeply about what you want you will then transform into that thought .Angel thought and thought about being a beautiful, tall human being.Angel looked in the mirror and couldn't believe her eyes.This is magical ,I'm stunning. I had to wait for you to become older before I could tell you of your powers and how to use them in a good way.Thank you , thank you. I am so grateful. I can now go out into the world and not be noticed as a troll. Angel lived a happy life to this day. She has never grown old only wiser.

Lizbeth a sweet 84 yr. old frail white haired woman who has difficulty walking, needing a walker for support She was required to have a double hip replacement surgery a month ago and is slowly healing. Lizbeth hears her phone ringing. She carefully walks into her living room to answer the phone which she noticed had the same home number on her caller ID. Hello, hello who is this? no answer just faint sighs and lots of static. Lizbeth didn't think much of it and hung up the phone. She lives alone in a condo that her husband bought in Sarasota Florida. Ernest and Lizbeth met in Atlantic city. They both were sitting next to each other playing slots. Having long conversations, Ernest called Lisbeth, Lizzy for short. They enjoyed walking and holding hands on the boardwalk, playing games which Ernest won Lizbeth a stuffed cat from shooting targets with a water gun. They also loved just sitting on the bench and taking in the views of the ocean waves. Enjoying their ice-cream cones on a hot summer day. Ernest always got the vanilla bean and Lizbeth always got rocky road ice cream. That was their favorite past time. After seeing each other almost every day they decided to get married after 3 months. They were married in a small ceremony on the beach. They found they could not live without each other. They were inseparable, two halves of a whole. Two peas in a pod. They bought their forever home in Sarasota Florida. Her husband Ernest of 55 yrs of marriage had just passed away 2 months ago due to a severe stroke. Lizbeth was saddened and very depressed, overwhelming emotions of emptiness and despair. She would think about the good times when they were together. Her favorite memories would be of holding hands while walking the sandy beach watching the clear blue water hit the shore. They were the best of friends for life. Lizbeth has a cat named Kitty that keeps her company. Kitty was a birthday gift from her beloved Ernest. She is a beautiful white and silver Maine Coon cat that's always by her side. Lizbeth still longs for Ernest. Having Kitty reminds her of her beloved. A visiting nurse comes to her home every month to monitor her health. Another nurse comes frequently to make a wellness check. Alma is her wellness nurse they get along nicely. Alma keeps Lizbeth company when she has time on her hands. She fixes Lizbeth a light lunch. They play cards, have tea and speak about current events. Alma stays about 2 hours that day which makes Lizbeth contented. Later that day Lizbeth knits a tan and white shawl and looks out her window at her bird feeder to see all the wonderful varieties of birds that frequent her feeder. Along with the squirrels and rabbits that come to eat the seed that the birds drop. Watching the views outside occasionally makes her mind more at ease. Lizbeth is a lonely old soul now. Most of the days Ernest is always on her mind. The intense grieving never ends for Lizbeth. She lost the love of her life, her other half, her sweetheart, her everything. She longs for Ernest every day. He was her best friend for 55 yrs. Memories and pictures are all she has now. Putting her hands up against her face for comfort grabbing a tissue to wipe away the tears running down to her chin. She hears her phone ringing in the living room, she notices her caller ID is ringing from her home number again. How odd this is, states Lizbeth. She picks up the phone Hello, hello who is calling? Silence for a couple of minutes, sighs then crackling noises with lots of static, a faint voice is heard. Lizzy is that you? I am no longer in pain. Yes, Lizbeth answers, stammers um, um, um. You sound like my Ernest. He always calls me Lizzy. My beloved Ernest, I miss you so much, my heart aches for you, I long to be with you, I am so lonely. she hears faint sighs, crackling noises and low whispers. I am here for you Lizzy, I will always love you, sighs, low crackling noises, static fills the phone then the phone call ends. Lizbeth can't believe what has just happened to her, is my Ernest back in my life? My broken heart has been partially mended as to hear his voice again which comforts her. She cries tears of happiness and sorrow. Lizbeth lays down on Ernests side of the bed, Kitty jumps up to her side and begins to purr loudly. Lizbeth puts her head on his pillow. Ernest scent is still on his pillow. She breathes deeply and smiles, tears streamed down her face to the land on the pillow. Memories are flooding her mind. Sobbing herself to sleep. She falls asleep dreaming of her life with Ernest. So vivid as having an out of body experience. Sensing my loved one so close by. She smells his scent as he is right next to her, they are in a place of beauty. A place filled with love and affection calming their hearts and minds to uplift their spirit's and finding peace within their souls to be combined as one once again. So beautiful and enlightening. As being in a garden filled with a variety of colors, textures just so visually stunning and meaningful. Never wanting to leave Ernest or this beautiful place behind. Lizbeth awakens with a sense of awe. She whispers my beloved Ernest, I need you so, just to hug me and be by my side, to hold my hand once again. She sits up and sees a mist at the foot of the bed in the form of a human then it slowly disappears. Lizbeth yells My Ernest, my Ernest come back to me. Lizbeth turns and sees her pillow is compressed as if someone was lying next to her. Lizbeth gets out of bed to make a cup of hot tea with honey and lemon. She sits by her window to watch the birds. Kitty jumps on her lap. Lizbeth thinking about her wonderful dream and the mist at the foot of her bed. Stroking Kitty gently as Kitty purrs loudly. Our Ernest visited me in my dream last night she tells Kitty I felt his presence I know deep within my heart that mist was my Ernest. Kitty looks up at Lizbeth and meows. Lizbeth hoping the phone would ring. She waits impatiently all day. That night at 8 pm the phone rings once again with her home number showing on the caller ID. Her heart pounding, her hands shaking with excitement. Strong emotions throughout her body. This must be my Ernest. She picks up the phone hoping to hear her sweet Ernests voice. Hello, hello, Ernest, can you hear me? Cracking low sounds, loud static comes from the phone that hurt Lisbeth's ear. She had to put the phone down for a second. She picks up the phone, gently puts it to her ear then a faint whisper Yes, I can hear you Lizzy, we will be together soon once again. I will always love you. Sighs then crackling and silence. His faint voice disappears Ernest, Ernest don't go Lizbeth cried. I need to hear your comforting voice. The phone was still silent. That night thinking of Ernest hoping to dream about him again. Sobbing herself to sleep that night hugging Ernests pillow. Having memories of the way things used to be. She hears a whisper in her ear I love you Lizzy. I will always be beside you. Lizbeth turns to see the same mist fading away in the morning sun light. Ernest calls and visits his love Lizzy every night. Till one day Lizbeth did not awaken from her sleep with Kitty snuggled up close by her side. That day Alma her wellness checkup nurse was scheduled to arrive. Alma found a lifeless Lizbeth with a peaceful expression upon her face. Alma uttered a deep sigh, her voice choked up with emotion Lizbeth was such a lovely woman, she is at peace now. Alma would be Kitties caretaker as stated in Lizbeth's will. She is now with her Ernest in a Heavenly realm an eternal bliss filled with love, unending happiness, beauty and joy. They look into each other's eyes everyday with affection and compassion as they did before. Their hearts beating as one. Our everlasting love and devotion is a bond that extends into the afterlife. There is no place I would rather be than in your arms. They will be holding hands together for eternity.

Waves dance all around me. Splashing up against my body. The ocean roars it's mighty sound like rolling thunder, as the waves crash against the shore and flows up the beach before retreating. Thunderous waves breaking on the jetty. The golden smooth sand between my toes has a calming and relaxing effect on the soul. As I walk the beach leaving footprints behind me the ocean waves come to the shore to wash them away. Finding seashells, sea glass or driftwood that the tides bring to the shore. Exciting finds for all. Wild winds blowing across the ocean's surface causing waves to battle each other in a destructive powerful commotion. As I stand on the beach by the edge of the ocean, I feel the cool wind of the sea breeze blowing toward me. A refreshing smell of salt water in the coastal air. The radiant sun beaming down on my face is so invigorating and soothing, such a pleasant sensation. Oceans vastness and calmness can inspire feelings of peace, tranquility and well- being bringing a smile to my face. The ocean is ravishing when it is calm but also dazzling in the storm. The water glimmers and shimmers with shades of blue and white when sunlight hits it just right. The vibrant sea bustles with aquatic life, both marine animals and plants. Highlighting the sea's allure and hidden mysteries within this wonderful ocean. The picturesque sea is a lively and bustling place. Sometimes my mind wanders as I sit on the beach just watching the waves roll in. It is so captivating and mesmerizing. Waves create a rhythmic hypnotic pattern that is soothing to the body and mind. An everchanging sea scape is like a form of art that captures the beauty of the sea. Fascinating and mysterious, its unknown depths that are not yet explored. The sea creates the sound of calming white noise that drowns out other noises and distractions. The cries of sea gulls as they glide over the ocean in the strong wind. They symbolize freedom. Walking the pier leading to the ocean feeling the waves hitting the pillars below. Watching the people fishing or just relaxing, taking in the beautiful views. Observing some boats sailing by the breeze helps and glides them on the sea. They ride the ocean navigating the waves from small vessels to cargo ships. The ocean all around me as far as my eyes can see. Infinity.

Space Fish goes where no other fish is willing to go. He is a fish out of water. With his fishbowl on his head, he is able to survive his long journey in space. His trusty, sidekick Mega Pickle is his loyal counterpart. These two defend space from scallywags and evil doers. They come from a planet called Kerplunkin. Fish and pickles coinhabit this planet. Together they are one. They find their relationship interesting and even complementary. Despite their differences the pickle would represent a strong passion, sometimes on the sour side. While the fish would symbolize a more calming down-to-earth personality. They go very well together. This planet known for its purple hue full of mystery and imagination. The optical illusion of the pink clouds superimpose on the dark blue sky makes a purple hue on the planet Kerplunkin. The oceans inhabit luminous creatures due to the twin suns that reflect off the water. Space Fish and Mega Pickle were born here. Growing up together and training to become star soldiers. The day came when they were ready to go out on their own and battle the world of crime. Space Fish and Mega Pickle orbit through space in their craft keeping criminals at bay. Their dispatcher Captain Froggy Mc Ribbit is ready and able to relay messages to Space Fish and Mega Pickle of any criminal activity in or around the solar system. Their motto is, to fight is to win the battle against crime. They are brave and willing to face all kinds of danger. Bleep, Bleep, Bleepity, Bleep a message comes in from Captain Froggy Mc Ribbitt .Space Fish and Mega Pickle, proceed with caution the Slimeball worms are looting the Space Mart on planet Kabibble Bobble. All customers were evacuated. Slimeball worms are known for their ability to transform themselves into big gooey balls of slime. They are eating the candy in isle 5. Over and out. Space Fish and Mega Pickle hear the message and proceed with caution to the Space Mart. When they arrive on the premises, they discover a trail of slime leading to isle 5, the candy isle. Due to Mega Pickles size, he is able to see what the Slimeballs are up to. He puts Space Fish on his shoulder to analyze the situation. These Slimeballs are getting their sugar fix mighty early in the morning. They are up to no good, there is more to this than meets the eye. says Space Fish. We will lay low and follow them. The Slime balls wiggle through the back door exit of Space Mart. Leaving a trail of poisonous slim behind them. Space Fish and Mega Pickle following behind not to be noticed waiting patiently for the Slimeballs next move. What could their next mischievous endeavor be? With potato gun, and transporter gun in hand. Space Fish and Mega Pickle observe the Slimeballs beside the Stellar Pizza Parlor. The Slimeballs are inside the dumpster. Ravishing their favorite past time meal of pizza. When they are finished feasting, they wiggle out of the dumpster. Space Fish is impatient he needs to stop these Slimeballs now before they create more havoc. He fires his potato gun causing a warp bubble around the Slimeballs. The Slimeballs are trapped with nowhere to go. They transform into a huge ball of slime. Oozing through the warp bubble. Now the Slimeballs are furious. They wiggle to the space station next door and topple over the gas tanks. Mega Pickle yells Power to the pickle as he picks up the Slime balls and hurls it into outer space. Space Fish and Mega Pickle think they did a good deed for the planet Kabibble Bobble. Not knowing when a Slimeball gets hurled into outer space it will mutate into a two headed, mouth full of fangs, Slime ball with legs like a centipede. Having the suction of a Shark vacuum cleaner. Being able to devour a Mega Pickle in 1 gulp. These mutated Slimeball worms are now more than Space Fish and Mega Pickle bargained for. OH No, what did Mega Pickle do? Did he just cause the destruction of the universe? Mega Pickle picks up Space Fish and runs toward the space craft. Remotely opening the crafts door and starting the engines. Turbo power and force field activated. Invisible mode on. Transport laser functions operatable. Space Fish commanded his craft like a fish in water. We will capture this Slimeball, or my name isn't Space Fish. Mega Pickle replies yes sir, let's destroy these Slimeballs. Bleep, bleep,bleepity, bleep Captain Froggy McRibbit here, do you read me? Come in McRibbit, hear you loud and clear. Slime balls on my radar, they are heading your way. Proceed with extreme caution. Double check all systems, be attentive to potential problems or dangers. Be on the lookout for for an opportunity to take out these Slimeballs. Godspeed, over and out. The situation is under control all systems go. over and out, replied Space Fish. Let's smear these Slimeballs out of commission. Mega Pickle selects a song off his Sirus xm channel. Seek and destroy by Metallica. Space Fish spots a large mass out his portal window. He sees the Slimeball worm sucking up interstellar dust particles, clusters and space junk. Space Fish shouts to Mega Pickle, Ready., set, shoot that Slimeball. Mega Pickle aims the transporter laser guns at the Slimeball. Seek and destroy mission is now on. He presses the fire button, the Slimeball is transported to a black hole forever spiraling downward into the darkness where gravity is so intense that nothing can escape its pull, not even light. The point of no return. Power to the pickle Mega Pickle yells. Space Fish and Mega Pickle live on to fight to win the battle against crime once again. BOOYA!

Lets face it, you cannot train your cat. The cat trains you.Could it be the cat thinks you are his pet?The cat is your master.He rules the roost. He thinks he is the superior one.Who'd a thunk it? He poops and pees in a box. You clean it as he watches you. After its clean, the cat poops and pees in it again. While watching you. Then you clean it again. Who's the boss? Cat meows, oh you're hungry, let me feed you. Happy cat. Cat sits on you. You can't get up not wanting to disturb him until the cat wakes up and decides to leave after his long cap nap. Who's the big kahuna?Cat wakes you up in the morning kneading his claws in your stomach because he's hungry, you need to get up before he makes you his pin cushion. Ahhh! You smell an odor of freshly made cat poop. You need to clean the litter box again and again. Stinky cat. Cat sits next to you on the arm of the chair. He stares at you for the longest time as you are reading a mystery novel. The cat lets out a loud meow you're startled, you get up for a glass of iced tea you come back to the comfy chair to find the cat sitting in your spot. Nice and warm just for the cat. You just made dinner. You leave the kitchen for a minute to get hotdog buns out of the pantry. Big mistake. Cat smells food in the kitchen jumps on the counter sees a plate of hotdogs knocks hotdogs off the plate to the floor, feast time. You walk back into the kitchen to find him eating your dinner, he snatches 2 hot dogs in his mouth and runs down the hallway under the bed. That night the cat has the most terrible farts in the world as he's sleeping in your bed. Who's the big cheese? Cat sits on my laptop Why? He's got many other places to sit. Lazy cat. Why do cats ignore us when we call them, because they don't need anything at that moment. Stubborn cat. The cat sees you are ignoring him; no, you can't do that. He will meow loud and rub against you till you give in. He gets his way. Smart cat. He'll stalk you and pounce on you as he's hunting a predator. You are not a mouse. You are his. When you have company, he does not like to share you, remember you are his, he sits on you or by your head on the couch. When you get up, he gets up and follows you. You head to the bathroom close the door. He is left on the other side. Meow, meow as he's saying let me in. You see his paw come under the door then you see two paws under the door, Meow. You open the door. purr, purr rub, rub. It's as if you were gone for a week. Don't get me wrong all cats aren't bad. If they trust you, they will snuggle up with you at night or on top of you whichever they prefer, Purring the night away. Music to your ears. Always puts me to sleep. Curiosity didn't kill the cat. Yes, they are curious little buggers, but it made the cat an individual feline.

. Each with a different personality. Is your kitty the cat's meow or the cat's pajamas you make the choice. They both have the same meaning. Does the universe revolve around your cat? Sure, why not. May you find the kitty of your dreams to curl up with and fill your life with love and affection. Unconditional love all wrapped up in a fur ball. Lucky kitty.

The breeze blows softly through the trees. Whispering sounds of rustling leaves. Delicately dancing in the wind. Gracefully blowing up the hill gently landing by the old stone mill. In the fields of wildflowers so vibrant and fragrant. The scent of wildflowers attracts the bees and butterflies to pollinate. Dandelion seeds delicately carried by the wind. Floating away long distances to spread in different directions to find their destinies to grow again. Providing a lovely landscape with a crystal-clear lake that mirrors the sky of brilliant blue. White clouds drifting slowly by geese flying in the sky. Taking a break to swim in the lake. The sun shines brightly glowing over the meadow, nourishing the flowers by the hours. The woods nearby peaceful and serene. The view is enchanting. Pleasant to the eyes. A log cabin blending in the surroundings with rocks and trees a simple retreat. To be with nature a sense of harmony and tranquility surrounded by the beauty of the woods. A waterfall nearby catches my eye upstream from the creek. A scenic spot to sit and watch the water fall onto the rocks. Sounds of splashing and flowing water. Whispers in the wind relaxing the body and soul. Peace of mind an inner calm. Serenity and contentment is what I found. To be as one with nature. To walk alone barefoot in the grass, to immerse yourself and your senses connecting with nature. Being able to find yourself. A little bit of life's problems to disappear and fade away with quietness and ease. My happy place as you can see is a miracle of well-being for me. Every moment I spend here I slow down and enjoy the little things in life to the fullest. I cherish these moments and hold them close to my heart. To make every day and moment a memory to last you must enjoy life until your death. Don't rush through life. Take time to breath. Experience and appreciate the moments that are important to Thee. Make your world a better place. Enjoy your life. A sense of belonging and wellbeing is crucial for all. Feed your mind, body and soul with good intention. Listen to the whispers in the wind sending gentle murmurs in your ear, for only good thoughts to hear. As gentle as a whisper blowing in the breeze a soft wind blowing gently through the trees. Caressing my skin so delicately and light, flowing through my hair with playful delight. A gentle kiss on my lips, so soft. This wind is like a gentle hug wrapping around me so subtle and quiet. Embracing me with affection and tenderness. Like a loved one's touch that tickles your skin. Warm thoughts of Whispers in the wind.

Bill Hardy has a neurotic personality He is 46 yrs. old lives by himself. His fears are overwhelming. He sleeps with a nightlight. The dark is most fearful. His panic attacks seem to happen just thinking about it. The dark is not his friend. Closing his eyes just to sleep puts him in a frenzy. He watches TV until he gets so tired he just passes out. On the night of February 26th, he had a very hard time falling asleep. His mind would wander. Thinking about everything he had done during the day. He finally passed out at 2am.When he awoke, he was not in his bed he was in a bog with dead bodies all around him. The water is extremely cold. Screaming and trying to escape the horror. He makes it to the side of the grassy muddy edge slipping back into the bog with bodies seeming to be pulling him in farther. He tries with all his might to escape their grasps. He makes it to the edge and drags himself up onto the grass. He hoisted himself up slipping again and again. It's no use he cries. This swamp is going to succumb me. I will forever be with the dead in the bog. A panic attack sets in racing heartbeat, trembling, shortness of breath, getting dizzy. The anxiety is getting worse. I need to take a deep breath; I need to focus if I'm going to get away from here. He drags himself through the rotted leaves and plants, waist deep in the mud. Feeling like quicksand ready to suck me in. Exhausted, I spot a tree branch close to the ground, trying to lean forward dragging myself closer to reach the branch. I reached the branch grabbing it but my hands slipping from the mud. I feel as if I can't go on. I close my eyes fearing the dark. I lose consciousness I begin to spiral farther and farther into the bog. I'm in a dream like state. Feelings of peace, detaching from my body. I shiver profusely. My eyes open wide I am in my bed covered in mud next to me is a bog body. I let out a blood curdling scream. The body starts to dry out and crumble. I jump out of bed I land back into the swampy bog. Splashing my arms franticly. Decomposing flesh hanging from the bones of human remains. What kind of hell is this I screamed? a bog man floats up to confront Bill. What kind of hell is this you ask? You simply little man who fears everything. I am the voice of reason, I see you tremble uncontrollably You are frightened of me as you are frightened with your life. You pathetic, fearful little excuse of a man who is afraid of your own shadow. Your lack of courage is cowardness. Bill closed his eyes in fear. Choose your path fear or bravery. Bravery is what you do to overcome fear. Fear is what you do to overcome bravery. Conquer your fears! Bravery is not about the lack of fear but facing them with the courage to confront it. WAKE UP!!! Bill Shivered opened his eyes he was back in bed. Looking over the side of his bed fearing he would land back in the swamp. He needed to make sure he saw the floor. He got out of bed. Walked to the bathroom, splashed water on his face. What does he see in the mirror? An apparition of strange faces. Seeing himself all distorted Confronted by his reflection in the mirror. Seeing himself as others see him from his childhood to present. Fear, sadness all types of emotions are in his reflection. The mirror shatters as the reflection of fear was the last emotion Bill saw. He is now filled with fear for the rest of his pathetic life. Never knowing bravery. Dread, terror, fright, distress, horror, nightmares the madness. He is losing his mind, going insane. Losing contact with reality. Self-sabotage. There is no way to escape these emotions. My life is traumatized and frustrating the cycle never ends. Stop the world I want to get off. Alone in life and alone in death. Bill closes his eyes never to awaken again. He wallowed in his pity. With no defense against it. He was drained of all his senses. Not being able to fight his fears he succumbed to his death. The spirit of Death took this fearful, weak man unexpectedly. Bill did not overcome his fears. Fear was his enemy. He is now at peace.

We found a time capsule dated 1975 but the items inside were from 2025. My brother and I started our adventure on a drive to Pennsylvania. We had our metal detectors and shovel in the back of the pickup truck. Our destination was a large field in the middle of nowhere. We grabbed our gear and started detecting. The metal detectors would make faint beeps finding coins and nails nothing worthwhile. Two hours into our adventure we decided to head for home. Keeping our metal detectors low to the ground. Suddenly the detectors made a loud constant beep. We got our shovels and started digging. About three feet down my shovel hits something hard. Tap, Tap It sounds as if it is something made of metal, we dust off the dirt. To our amazement we find a medium sized trunk. We finish digging around the trunk, so we are able to hoist the trunk out of the hole. Excitement sets in. It is a leather trunk with thick straps and rivets with a heavy padlock. On the side is a plastic bag containing a piece of folded paper. We carry the trunk to the pickup truck, cover it with a blanket and put it in the back with our gear and head home. Our minds racing with all kinds of ideas. What could be inside? Jewels, or old coins. A pirate's bounty. We finally make it back home. I pull the truck up to the backyard patio. My brother and I pull the trunk out of the pickup and lower it on the patio. We open the plastic bag, carefully take out the paper. I read it aloud. This is a time capsule from the year 1975. Be careful what you wish for. Curious and mystified I look at the padlock. I need to find something to pry this open. I head to the shed, finding a crowbar, wire cutters and a hammer. I hand my brother the crowbar and wire cutters. I take the hammer and pound the padlock. Not hard enough I try again. My sister hears all the ruckus coming from the backyard. What do we have here? I tell her our story. She says step aside. She pulls out a bobby pin from her hair puts it into the padlock wiggles it and viola the padlock is opened. Jumping up and down with excitement. Kudos to you sis! They all lift the heavy lid of the trunk. They find an iPhone, laptop computer, Alexa, a small drone, smart glasses a virtual reality headset A 3dprinter, newspaper from the year 2025. How can this be? Scratching his head It's only the year 1982.The mystery thickens. They dig deeper into the trunk to find a box with a note that says open at your own risk. If I were you, I would not open it. Curious as they are, they open the box anyway disregarding what was written on the note. They find a jar. I unscrew the lid; a large puff of smoke escapes the jar. It comes towards me and enters my body through my nose. I cough extensively. I felt my blood pressure rising, my heart pounding. I feel like I am turning into a monster. Something that possess evil, bigotry, greed, deceit, gluttony, envy, pride, chaos, idiocy, narcissistic tendencies, incompetence and lust. My brother and sister look at me horrified. As I grow 20 years older in less than 2 minutes. I put on weight. I've changed right before their eyes. All of the world's evils have escaped and entered my body. Oh the insanity. Horrible, horrible things flew into my body. I realize now, I am turning into a very bad politician, that could well be on my way to be President of the United States of America. The world is doomed. I yelled in agony. I screwed the lid on tight and as fast as I could. How stupid of me. I never should have opened the jar. Now I am paying the consequences. There were still little puffs of smoke left in the jar that did not escape. Confidence, goodness, moral values and the concept of hope. Ever since that day we have been able to hold onto these four components to secure the future of humanity. We will never lose these.