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?

The Caronicles – III

…With that, started the free ride exchange, where all kinds of insects would seek out the small taxi, and would have their stories prepared for the ride..!

One ride, on a particular day, with a particular particled, little bee, lost its wings, you see.

The bee had somewhere to be, but had a great story to tell, on how it lost the ability to use its wings,and now was down to, well, the taxi vee.

The veehicle, that we call a car, that is now a taxi, you see, do you see? Close your eyes, you’ll see it. The color will be like a beetles back, any one you see, or want to see, will be on the stack.

This vee, took in this bee, into it’s backseat, for a story, but this story, in unlike any story, as the heavens themselves are a part of this story.

The bee came in, and nestled in the seat, a bit awkward for a bee to sit, but it managed. It put it’s legs on the floor, but the other on the seats, but the other on the ceiling, and well, one on its head, it was thinking.

“Oh yes!” the bee said “this is where it all began.”

Once Upon A Time,

I was a small baby, but the thing about being a baby, is that there’s nothing really I could see. I couldn’t move, well, as a matter of fact, I was completely covered in honey! It was crazy!! But that’s how we live as babies, we live like that, we survive like that.

When I came out of the honey, the first thing I wanted to do was fly. I had no idea what flying was, I didn’t even know that I could, but what I knew, is that I wanted to.

There was an issue though, my wings, they had honey in them. AND I COULDN’T GET IT OFF!!

I wiggled, I jiggled, but that stuff was really, really sticky! I couldn’t believe it! I needed help, and as soon as I thought about it, a fellow bee came to help me. It started licking me!

“Can you believe it? It was licking me? UGH!”

Well, anyways, it worked, and I was dry as a bee! So I flew away, out into the wilderness. I’ve never seen a flower before, and my first time seeing one, well, it was love.

The immense power that a flower has, is incredible.

On my first flight, I went in any direction, as I mostly would look up, because I couldn’t believe that there was these white holes in the sky, and that they would move. I was afraid that the blue of the sky would start leaking on me, so I started flying really, really fast!

The faster I went, the less I knew where I was.

Then, two things happened, at first I got hungry, and then second, I saw a purple dot hovering in the middle of a field.

“How odd I thought, things don’t hover, bees hover! Anyways, let me continue.”

This purple thing, it  got bigger, as I got closer. Then, the shape started to make more sense to me. It had a long green leg, just one, connecting it directly to the ground, one long loop of green shiny beauty. One arm was directly in the middle of it, kind of like it got its hand flattened out, and was connected to its leg, no thumbs, no fingers, well, as I got closer, there was many fingers and thumbs, but they were all inside, a slightly lighter color than the rest.

Then the purple hovering head, there’s layers to this head, that are beyond majestic, than fanned out from the center, almost to infinity, layer upon layer of lighter and lighter purple towards the center.

The closer I got, the more details emerged of this hovering purple dot in the middle of the field. But all those details meant so little to the intoxicating smell that grabbed me by the antennae, almost like a signal. Buzzing from the center of the purple layers, my entire body wanted to be there. Calling me, grabbing my soul, I had to go.

“Oh! This is my stop! I must go to work now!” The bee said.

The car honked, and a meter was flashing on the dashboard, full red, and like an alarm; the toll has not been paid yet.

“Let me finish up real quick!”

When I approached the purple layers, my legs were shaking at the possibility of being inside, but inside where? I had no idea! Slowly I  let myself put my feet down onto a few layers, and they were like velvet. They were the things that my life was missing, but almost always knew I needed, in one small touch, they were like invitations, that if my feet left them, they would be willing to take me back to their petals of goodness. Stepping towards the center, my entire vision was surrounded by purple. I could not, but could not see anything but purple.

I was in a purple dream of softness. I crawled down into the center of this magnificent, beautiful creation.

Once I submerged myself into the fours walls of this purple softie, I saw beautiful, stunning stems of yellow, holding these puffy rocks that looked like they could fly away if my breath came too close to them. I was shielded from any elements from the outside, including the sky. The only thing that came into the center was any light that got pushed on the the purple curtain walls, causing a strong purple charmed light to shine through. I loved every second of it.

The yellow gold-like rocks had an odor that was extremely familiar. It smelled like honey, but raw. Mixed with a few others that were a delight to my senses. The smells surrounded me, and gave meaning to who I was, to the thoughts of what I am, and everything that I could be. It was so intense how my body was being guided on this journey of my life through my nose, through this yellow gold.

I loved every second of it. So I stuffed as much of those yellow rocks on my furry belly as I could, and wanted to bring them home to be able to show the rest of my family.

After a few moments, my belly looked like a golden rocky driveway. I was covered in those pebbles! And I smelled great! I could rub these things all over me all day!

Trying to fly away, I couldn’t get off the ground! So I needed to jump a tad in the air, then I could hover around a bit, but I was way too heavy! I kept falling down to the ground, and I couldn’t get myself to fly, and I could definitely not drop any of these precious rocks.

I had a big dilemma, and that’s when I decided to come in your taxi! Everyone is raving about you! What a coincidence that I could tell you my story as well!

“And now, here I am, right at my colony! Thank you!”

Honk Honk! The taxi replied.



A Needle, Timber

Once Upon A Time,

there was a needle, Little Timber, who enjoyed life, very much. The thing about Timbers life, is that he passes through thread all day, and all night. He gets a small, very small string that goes inside his hand (he only has one) and with the help of a little knot, he held on tight.

Timber helped guide many small threads in the wounds of clothes, and helped get a fresh start in life. He helped them, guided them, and made them feel uniquely at ease with the way that he could push through material, and bind them together.

In the end, when he needed to sleep after all that work, he was placed in a velour lined box, that was so soft for his pointy self.

He loved his mornings, when a light would shine through the box, and slightly wake him up, then the calm, familiar footsteps that would head towards him, then the slow lift of the box, that would be elevated from it’s resting point, placed on the thighs of the needle master.

The lid would slowly open, and the light would come gushing through, making Timber sparkle like a star.

Wearing a glove, a special glove, the needle master would pick him up, and calmy, warmly look at him .

She would start humming a gentle tune, and place the thread through him, and get to work fixing wounded clothing.

All kinds of clothes would come to Timber, pants, shirts, skirts, socks, boxers, I mean, if you can think of it, Timber repaired it.

Timber loved being in good hands, and he love seeing the joy on so many faces when they would come get their clothes, good as new! Their smiles too!

Timber loved being a part of the threads that kept people loving their clothes. He kept them together, and he loved what he could do. He loved everything about what he was, what he is, and what he could do. Loved it!

When Timber would have his box closed at night, he would sleep tight, knowing a good job was done.

He closed his eyes, and enjoyed every minute of his slumber.

This night, is not like any other, though.

In the middle of the night, Timber got his box rattled. Things got real, really fast! His box shook for about 2 minutes, then stopped, then he heard voices, people talking, and some people sounding really, really worried.

Timber didn’t know what to do, so he pressed his ear on the box, to hear a bit better. He heard more people.

A man said:

This is great, but we need to do something, now. Can you help?

Then, a woman said:

I have a special needle, that can do anything.  Just you wait and see.

The box opened, and Timber could see what was happening. There were doctors, a woman on a table, and a beautiful baby, in the hands of the doctor, in a wonderfully comfortable looking blanket.

Timber was heading straight for the thread, a bit softer than usual, and a bit thicker too. The needle master started waving him around, in a fast, repetitive pattern, putting the threads into each other, instead of into something to be fixed.

Timber was creating an article of clothing, his very first, for this wonderful baby. Timber made sure to be extra pointy to be able to precisely put the threads where they needed to be, and make them extra strong!

Moments passed, and hard work being done, Timber finished his very first piece of clothing.

It was a one piece, the most comfortable, simple, amazing thing he’s ever seen.

The doctor immediately slipped in on the beautiful baby, and by doing so, the babies eyes slowly started closing, and went to sleep. The baby was at peace, and comfortable.

The needle master kissed Timber, gave him a caring caress, and put him back in the box.

The lid closing, Timber felt enormous pride, and now could go back to sleep, having done a job well done.

His first piece of clothing, he felt really, really special, and we all know, that he will repair it, and make it grow with the baby!

A Tree With A Soul

Once Upon A Time,

there was a small, small, really small tree. It was so small, that it looked like like a straw of grass. The small tree was so small, that it was even afraid of insects that would be able to stomp on it!

This little tree, green as can be, was scared, really really scared, because it was so small! When the wind would blow, and small pieces of grass would sway, this little tree was even afraid of them hitting it and crushing it down!

“There has to be something I can do” the little tree thought. “Maybe I can grow faster?”

With that thought, the little tree had a big thought. What if it COULD grow faster? How could it do that? Maybe if it ate more nutrients? Maybe if it had more water? Maybe if it had more sun? Maybe if it did all of those?

So what it did, is that it poked one eye out, trying to go on its tippy toes (an eye for a tree is a leaf, and it’s toes are its roots,) to try and get a teensy bit more sun.

It was able to get one leaf out there. One leaf reached the sunlight directly, and it soaked it in. It felt rejuvenated!

The next day, it went on its tippy toes, and also tried to soak in a bit more water. HMMMM did it feel good soaking all that water in! Ouuuu ouiiiii !

The next day, it crouched down, and tried to get as much nutrients as it could from the soil.

This process was hard, and it required a lot of treeffort, but after a week, it was able to stick two eyes out, and after another week four, then eight, then sixteen, and so on.

Until one day, there was a piece of grass that was jealous. It could see the small tree becoming all it could be, so it decided that it wanted it to stay small, so small, that no one would be able to recognize the tree anymore, and it would stay small like all the other grass around it.

So that little piece of grass decided to talk to all the other grass (they speak with odors) and it banded them together. The grass banded together, and started to surround the tree, blocking all sunlight from reaching it.

This evil gesture did not stop the tree from growing, although it didn’t help. The tree would keep on poking a small eye out, and just slowed down its process for growth, but nevertheless, it was able to grow, and become more itself than it ever was.

After months of hard work, the tree finally was able to get over all the grass, and be itself.

No more worrying about things crushing it, and not worried anymore about any petty grass.

It was now able to be itself, in all its glory.

Grassy Clouds

Once Upon A Time,

there was a cloud, but it wasn’t just any cloud. It was a cloud made entirely of grass.

This could would move across the sky, the ground, and pretty much anywhere you can imagine it.

The thing with this special grassy cloud, is that it was made of grass, from top to bottom, on the sides, every curve this cloud had, was entirely filled with grass. Round bumps, grass! Little edges, grass! Every thing is absolutely covered in grass!

As you probably already imagined, this grassy cloud, is made of something that some things really, really like, kinda like a floating fruit, wouldn’t you want to take a bite? Right?

There were these jumping goats, that loved to jump up on this cloud, and take bites! If the cloud ever had the misfortune of hovering low enough, some goats would jump right on top of it! They would bite this cloud like there was no tomorrow! Chow chow chowing down all that greeny luscious grass! They loved it, with the sun on their backs, a beautiful breeze, and deeeelicious grass!

(Sometimes you could even find some clouds with goats hanging off of them, too hungry to let go of that last bite!)

This grassy cloud, it was one of a kind, but it really wanted to be two. It wanted to be two of a kind!

So it set out for a search for another grassy cloud! Keep your eyes peeled, if you see it first, make sure to let the cloud know!!

Bedtime Stories – The Shy Guy

Once Upon A Time,

there was a shy guy, but, I want to be clear, that this, is no ordinary guy. Well, actually, he isn’t really, well, he’s just shy.

To get down to it, this guy is like, a cloud. He’s made entirely of mist, and only take the form of the entities that it wants to communicate with. This time, this cloud of mist wanted to talk to a deer.

This deer was a beautiful deer, my dear, with beauty written all over it. Beautiful brown fur, golden in the sunlight, with beautiful white stripes that flow from it’s head, right down to it’s lustrous tail, with a little golden tip!

This deer had a name, it’s name was Bertha the 1st. As she was the first deer of her kind that had gold fur tip tails. A wonder, and a beauty, but mostly, stunning.

Bertha would eat grass all day. Slowly bending, then chewing, she crunched crunched crunched away, it’s a beautiful sight to see. Majestic in it’s own right, she was chewing with pride!

One day… she came across a beautiful field.

Once she saw the field, she just had to go up to see it up close, and start eating from the center of the field. The scene of grass, spread across a valley, is like a buffet waiting for her little tummy.

From up high high in the clouds, was our special little guy, a small purple cloud, making small purple movements, but our shy guy, wanted to come up close to our little golden deer, and talk to her.

Transforming into a deer, the guy appeared on the ground, unbeknownst to our little Bertha.

Our guy started chewing on some grass, but it wouldn’t do much for him, as that is not his primary source of food, he sustains his body on water, the water from mountains that climb to the sky through evaporation.

Bertha heard chewing nearby, and raised her head to see. But as soon as she did, the little shy guy was too shy, and burst into a cloud of purple mist!

Bertha at first shocked, and at the same time amazed, wondered what she just witnessed, blinked, and saw nothing but small leaves of grass fall slowly to the floor.

Bertha thought nothing of this, and kept eating, and chewing, until her belly was full of yummy.

Our purple bursty shy fella, couldn’t do anything but fly back up in the sky, too shy.

The end.