Mewsings from a Bardic Bird π Prickly β 04-17-23
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A bit of a game, a puzzle, In Which I take a randomly-chosen word, fly to the Cauldron of Creativity, and bring back a small story of a world that Could Be.
A Land of Wonder, if you will.
A Wonderland.
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Todayβs Word: Prickly
Todayβs Mewsing: βLook,β Rocko, the Bold Circus Kitten said, gesturing to a large cactus sitting in the desert around Eagle Observatory. βThey are prickly to survive. To keep others from biting them. Not because they are inherently mean or vicious.β
βThe same could be said of humans, couldnβt it?β Cerise, the Creative Crow, asked.
βOf a lot of creatures, I would think.β
The two contemplated the desert sands - and the nature of prickly beings - as the moon rose over the sky.
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And that's your lot for today! Please to put a penny in the little box. ^shake, shake^
Chirp, chirp! πΆπΆ
Birdy, BardicRaven (& Opinionated!Bird) :>O<:
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