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.

The Caronicles – II

Once there was a bean, and once there was a car, but the bean, didn’t go very far.

The car would prout prout, as fast as it could go, a little bit here, and a little bit there, but it would bring things, everywhere.

There was once a car, that ran on Maple Syrup, so, so far. It saw everything it could see, but didn’t notice the air.

There was things, there were a few, not many, but that did things, to me and you. Things that were cars, but that we didn’t want in our stars.

This little bean car, that is of the day, runs of a syrup, that we can eat, yay!

The little taxi, is something insects love, and who knows when it will grow up, what things it will stir up.

For now we have a bean sized car, that prout prouts around, and makes no sound.

It’s the things we don’t see you see that make us wonder what could be.

The Caronicles – I

Once Upon A Time,

there was a small car. It was so small, it could barely be recognized next to a bean, a small bean.

The car appeared out of a car tree, that would just produce cars, all day, and all night. Nikola Tesla would be proud.

The cars ran on Maple Syrup that is electrified through their small engines, that make their wheels turn.

Most cars come out in a reasonable size, able to be used, but this small car, it was made on a small day. It was the shortest day of the year, and during that day, the tree usually takes a day off, but it didn’t and it made a small bean sized maple car.

The car didn’t know much, it barely knew how to put one wheel in front of the other, but it managed to roll on, and drive through the forest.

The trees all had a purposed, and produced something, albeit Maple Syrup, or humans, or batteries, the trees had something come out of them by purpose, by design. With our little car driving by them, it was hard for it to move out of the way when something was produced, but it managed to drive around to not be pushed or crushed.

While driving around, and being so small, it would come across insects, and sometimes it would see some that were running late for work, and would allow them to come inside the backseat, and bring them to work.

The insects would always say “thank you,” and the little car would always say “you’re welcome.”

After a while, people would start referring to the little car as “taxi”, and the little car didn’t know why.

One day, it asked one of the backseat passenger insects what ‘taxi’ meant, and it was cordially explained.

A taxi brings people to a destination in exchange for a small fee, but this little car didn’t want to charge a fee, and it didn’t want to be given anything in exchange for it’s service, but the little car did want something, and that was stories. It wanted it’s little passengers to tell it small stories, in exchange for a small ride.

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!

The Pillowcase

Once Upon A Time,

there was a small pillowcase. This pillowcase, being a tad on the yellow side, from it’s original pristine white, had lumps here, and a few lumps there.

The lumps formed a small chest, small little lumps of feet, and a odd shaped bump of a head. Each extremity had darker spots than all the rest, probably from walking, or touching so much. The pillowcase had a clean head, which didn’t go with the rest of its body. A little odd if you ask me.

The pillow, that was a case, harbored a few lumps of this, and a few lumps of that, but nothing like a real pillow. Nothing that it was bound to.

Sometimes, and this was quite rare, sometimes this pillowcase was empty. When it was, if there was wind, it would go with the wind, and had no way of coming back.

When the pillowcase would land somewhere, usually caught by a branch or a bush, slowly, it would catch debris, and fill its body. One piece at a time, it would become whole. It could be a branch, a piece of dirt, slowly feet would form, hands, in lumpy form.

Once filled, it would stand, and be whole again.

It was a cloudy day, the day it filled itself.

The biggest enemy of its life is rain. When it would rain, the cloth would become heavy, it would put an enormous weight on its limbs, and would eventually not be able to move.

It would lie on the ground, wherever it was, and wait on the sun. It’s sad, because often things would run over him. Small things at first, like a bug, an ant, but if it was even in the street, or on a sidewalk, much larger, and heavier things would stomp, step, ride over the cloth.

This tragedy, repeated, was something that was a regular occurrence. It happened quite often.

Today though, is not every other day.

With his body full, and able to move. The clouds up above, the pillowcase looked for cover. Anything, to weather out the rain. A roof, a tree, something.

The lump up top looked right, looked left, and saw a majestic tree in the distance. Big leaves, large trunk, with what seemed to be a hole in the center, a perfect hiding space.

The clouds moved in fast, a little too fast for the Egyptians cottons comfort. He ran, well, actually, wobbled, its way there. With the rapid movements, the pillowcase lost a bit of debris, that would fall to the ground. Bits and pieces of itself lost, forever, in the search for survival, but for the moment comfort.

It wasn’t  in survival mode just as of yet.

Grass under the cotton, it was a bit moist. Weighing down its movements. It tried to skimper up as much as possible, but only succeeded to thin out a bit. It still had a bit too much cotton exposed to avoid water being soaked up.

The tree came more and more into focus, but so did the clouds.

The tree looked more and more comforting, and more and more like a savior. The pillowcase would be saved by the dryness, and the security of this green, very leafy tree. Branches reached out in all directions, as if the tree was trying to stretch out its limbs as far as it could. The top of the tree had a few branches sticking upright, but mostly they fanned out to the sides, like arms with leaves instead of hair. In the middle of the tree, like a bellybutton outstretched, was a massive hole, that was thin at the top, and wide at the bottom. A perfect perch.

Underneath the tree there was no grass, just dry dirt, and it made a perfect circle under the tree. To the pillow, the dirt was clouds from the heavens.

A drop from the skies hit the head of the pillowcase. It was nervous now. It picked up its pace. Faster, it ran. Faster, it needed to be dry. Faster and faster and faster.

Reaching the dirt under the tree, it was like reaching the clouds of the gods. The first step sent a cloud of dry dirt into the air, like a warm welcoming hug from the ground. The second step sent up even more happiness. It was heaven. A dry place, a comfort like no other.

It fell to the ground, not because it tripped, or because of an accident, but more like a hug. With both arms extended while falling, it fell into the ground with a smile. Happy, it picked up some of the dirt, and filled itself slightly with it. It is now a part of this tree. It’s now becoming more like a home, than just a place.

This place, welcomed it, and gave itself to the pillowcase without even a struggle.

It was home, this tree, now, is home.