Once Upon A Sound

Once Upon A Sound,

there was a lovely little girl. She lived in a little town, that had little people, that made very little sound. The trees could be heard shuffling their leaves, that encircled the town.

Every breeze, you could hear those leaves, but inside the city, there was another pretty sound, the sound of a little girl, who could whistle. She made violin sounding whistles, piano sounding whistles, and even some of the towns favorite songs Brush the Bush is a town classic.

Her beautiful sound, was the only other sound the city tolerated. Every day, at 8 of the day, she whistled away. When she would walk around, talk around, or shop around, every one knew exactly where she was by the sound of her beautiful whistle.

She made sounds that no one else heard, and she made it in ways the every one loved.

Until one day, the whistling stopped.

Her name was Anabelle, and she tried and tried, but could not. She put her two lips together, and tried to have a little peep, but no sound could escape.

“Oh my oh my, what is going on?” she asked herself.

The town, who hasn’t had a mirror in over a hundred years in the city, had to rely on others to see something within themselves. So Anabelle rushed over to the first person she could see.

“Hello Tom, I can’t whistle today, can you tell me what’s wrong? Look” she pursed her lips, and, nothing. No sound.

Tom courteously replied “Well, it does seem like there is something definitely wrong here. Your lips are all dried up! Here, I have some lip balm, you can put it on and get’on whistling again!”

Tom handed her the magic lip balm, and voilà, Anabelle was able to whistle again!

What song would Anabelle whistle next?

Should Anabelle sing?

What causes chapped lips?

Can you whistle?

Love Sheets

Sheets love us, and they love cloudly gazing over us, to keep us warm. We have a duty to all sheets to be the earth underneath their humidity, and condensate their kindness into warmth.

There’s nothing like a good bed, with good sheets. Please don’t forget to put a thin sheet first, and a thick one after! That’s the layers of love that sheets like to progress into our beds, and our lives.

Happy Holidays!


The Muskians are a species unlike any other.

They live on planet X, on this planet, there is nothing like the ordinary. Things are invented into existence, and every Muskian participates in the development of each invention.

It’s a particular place, let me tell you about it.

The planet, before the Muskians arrived, was completely inhabitable. The sky was red with death, just to name one issue.

The red death permeated the entire planet because there was a lack of oxygen, lack of atmosphere really. There was nothing to protect any living being that would live on the planet.

The Muskians figured out an interesting method to terraform the planet, to make it habitable. They would set of Muskian explosions surrounding the planet (never on the planet itself,) to cause geological and atmospheric changes, that would promote heat, and retention of oxygen (that the Muskians desperately need to survive.)

They invented the planet X itself, before ever even arriving on the planet, cool eh?

Most planets in the Universe are great, but they aren’t great to live on for carbon based lifeforms. The Muskians, who survived the singularity, decided that to become truly indestructible, the species must become multi planetary. In order to do that, they needed to start with the closest planets, then move their way into further and more complicated planets.

Once conquering the first one, planet X, they would move to another, and another, and eventually conquering thousands of planets. the beauty, is that they conquered planet X first.

They made the red sky blue, (well mostly blue, it does change colors quite often,) but they took away the deathly causes of the redness. Then they started planting small trees on the planet.

Those trees, well, they were extraordinary. They were genetically modified trees, to provide an extensive adaptive gene that would make them become unique to the environment of planet X within three generations of being on the planet.

The first generation of trees, was, magnificent. It was truly a phenomenon of creation. The trees grew so high, that you could lose sight of the tip of them. They grew conscious of one another, and sometimes leaned on one another for support. Their color, unlike the green hues on their original planet, were dark purple, a strong darkness that allowed for them to garner more heat from the sun, something the Muskians loved (cuddling up to a hot tree, feeling the sap like a heartbeat, there’s nothing better.)

The trees were a staple of the planet. The planets flag had a branch of the tree on it (alive and well,) and the trees themselves enjoyed a great deal of independence, as they were the first to be on the planet.

The trees, as an odd side effect, brought a small insect with them (the insects were in the seeds, even after genetic modification, very peculiar,) and those insects, were a blessing to the planet.

The insects were Xormiphia, and those little guys, loved the soil on Planet X. They would eat it up, and grow far bigger each year, eventually reaching the size of domesticated animals (they then became a delicacy on the planet, kinda served like chicken.)

Below the ancient rivers of Planet X, rages a battle from the foreign Xormiphia, and the local bacteria.

What life could you imagine being on Planet X?

What would you think life could look like for plants that evolve on another planet?

Is homogeneous plant life good?

What do you think Muskian beings look like?


Cars Over The Moon

Once upon a time,

there was a car, and that car, went over the moon. It went over the moon, and then came back, fast, towards the earth.

When it went through the atmosphere, in a burning rush, it launched it’s parachute, and landed safely in the ocean.

That car, never went to the moon again. They keep it in a museum, that anyone can visit.

Ever since then, the moon has felt like it’s alone, more than ever, because no other cars have come to visit. It looks down, at the earth, and sees millions of cars, and yet, none of them head up, up past the clouds, past the atmosphere, past it all, then nothing, to visit the moon.

The moon is floating, high up in the sky, hovering over everything, everything that we love, keeping the tides rising, without a visitor in sight. Nothing is coming its way.

One day, after seeing rockets fire, and test each other to see how high they can go, the moon finally had hope.

A Musk among the others, kept flying cars higher and higher in the sky. The moon was so happy to see the cars coming again, and again. Heading closer and closer to it.

The moon was getting happier and happier, as time went on, seeing the cars pierce the sky once again.

One day, the moon thought, that cars would once again make it past the moon, and it could wave to the passengers. Smiling to them, and getting a smile back, is all the moon could ask for.

Questions to ask to your little listener:

How many people do you think the moon has seen?

How many more do you think the moon will see?

What kind of car would you want the moon to see?

Does the moon need glasses?