Wet dog

Wet dog walked in the rain to the village of Wet Dogs. "My wealthy aunt lives there. She has her own dog house. She might have some leftovers to eat, she will share with me." The aunt sleeps on a straw bed. She has her own blanket. The blanket is full of fleas, like the aunt. It doesn't matter she is on the chain. She gets to eat for barking. "I know how to bark. I hope the rain will stop soon. I would like to get to Wet Dogs dry. She might find me a job," the dog was dreaming about. Doggie, were are you going? You are not pure breed dog, you are just common mongrel who crawled to the pub's basement for the night. "Just to get dry, so I could keep walking to my aunt in Wet Dogs." During the night a robber got in to the basement. The dog barked, he was loud, and hold the robber behind. The pub owner came down and turned on the light. "You are some kind of the dog," he praised a canine. "You cannot stay in the cellar. I have a dog house after old Stella you might like." So the dog didn't arrive to his aunt in Wet Dogs, he stayed in Good Deal town. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 6/10/2013

An object

Today topic is: a meaning of object. Big question mark. I am afraid I do not understand this topic I have to write something about. What kind object? First what popped into my head: It must be UFO, or does it means a philosophical meaning of object? It doesn't exist. Everybody is already writing.I am panicking. I have to pick up any object. What about this long conference table we are sitting around? It is a good solid object made out of the wood. Is it an oak? No, probably not. The oak has more yellow color. It is varnish anyway. Actually it is not one long table, but two tables put together. They comfortably seat fourteen people. The tables are located in the library. Is it called a conference room? How many meeting were hold in this room? How many meetings are hold here each week? Some very important decisions are made here. They are important tables. Tables for decisions making. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, April 2013

Forteen cows

Skeletons of fourteen cows are on the pasture. They survived winter and now are greedily eating short grass. Ribs covered with skin, they are so thin. One month of eating grass and they will be able to have calves and produce milk. It was long and hard winter. Cows are feeding in grass. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 5/17/2013

An apple tree

I wish to be an apple tree. In early Spring they put cow manure around my roots. Roses in a flower bed receive horse fertilizer, and because it is scarce, at least rabbits' droppings. When I am in bloom all couples are kissing under my blossoms, or even doing something worse. I need only bees and bumblebees for that. Children are climbing on the top of the tree to try to eat green apples and, how clumsy they are, they brake my branches. "I tell you all the time: don't climb the trees." Children bellies have rash from sour apples. "Wait, till' be ripe, then you may harvest them all. They are for you and deer anyway. Only leave a few for the birds, so they could sing for you at Spring time." Children do not listen. They pick all apples and do not leave anything for the birds - as usually. Not even a single apple fallen under the tree. I am the apple tree. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann March 2013

The cat again

There is a poop in a bathtub and a fur ball is stretching on a sofa. Do not sit on this chair, it is full of cats' hair. Do not sit on that chair, the cat sleeps there. He cannot help it, he has to get rid of his fur balls. The cat is our pet and he feels as guilty as I am for not cleaning it on time. Do not disturb, the cat is sleeping now. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 3/3/2013