An electronic book is on its way.
by Jeba the Hound
Cloud, and Comet, and I were in Folly Beach Town recuperating.
We had just completed a string of performances with the National State Fair circuit, and
were booked for New Year’s Eve, so it was time to score new scenes above the Atlantic Ocean.
Halloween Day, and children
were out on the shore early, eager for some howling fun.
But it was not my wooofing we were hearing. Too eerie?
I MAY need a friend. Will you come along?
OCTOPUS SCARES AND FRIGHTS!!
“Don’t Miss the Show.”
The signs were posted.
But first Bubba’s BUBBBBABOOOM
would signal the tricks and the treatings to begin.
In the meantime….
The Crabs were throwing their annual All Hallow’s Eve Day Party.
The beach was humming with
I WILL need some friends, if only for the party.
UFO never failed us on Halloween. Her arrival was right on time. Was there Flutter in her descent?
I ask again, come along friends.
BUBBA FISH HAS A FUNNY PITCH!!!!!
When he is around.
Darkness rose. The town lit up.
Trick or treating SHOULD commence.
But we never begin without Octopus and Octopus never begins
Comet sent a snare deep into the sea hoping to, at the least, rouse Octopus.
The waves were erratic.
The children were afraid.
I need a friend.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
The crabs’ taunts were sounding like “HELP ” not “HA” .
A putrid purple pink was rising across the sky.
Without choice, I leapt, high into the sky finding myself alone (where are my friends?) holding a stick of some sort, which I immediately plummeted into the ghostly form.
When I pulled the stick out, I noticed that it was one of the Crab’s black stick canapes.
“I’ll never make it.”
Cloud always traveled to Denmark on Halloween Day, where she performed in The a Phantom of the Opera.
What culprit had conspired to keep
Cloud in Folly Beach Town on Halloween?
Whoever, they failed.
UFO looked at me lying in a mess of crabs, (yes I had fallen )and said, “Let’s find out.”
For the children’s sake.
I swam for North Point,
and to my chagrin, found BlowFish
and to my chagrin, found BlowFish
spewing vileness and more.
Unable to commence the show.
Of course Comet was hanging around too.
Within no time
We were back on the shore.
OCTOPUS arose and the treating commenced .
a quick trip to Denmark with a passenger resembling a cloud.
Ha ha and happy Halloween to all.
Love Jeba The Hound.
Conversation from two nights ago.
how is English
what r u reading
Mumbles and Antigione
how is class
four or five kids dominate the discussion with their deep ideas
There is no mention of boredom.
(should I edit this interjection?)
I don’t like to think deep
they so busy thinking about deep
they can’t listen to my deep thoughts
we talk bad food, our fall visit,
haven’t we been to Gettysburg before guess not mumbles
Wishing all a sweet pink day.
by jebathehound/ jeba writes occasional posts about his friend Will’s journey through middle school
I was driving my young friend Will to school, and noticed the faintest hint of whisker between his nose and lip. I have not written about Will and the middle school years, as much as I thought I would. I have scouted out other’s writings. For Will’s Mom, I found a book by a high school counselor who advises her to give up being a manager in lieu of becoming the consulting mom. Keeps abandonment at bay.
Also a few books to enlighten her way.
I have given Will books too.
John Stewart’s Earth has been particularly well received.
One thing I see is that this is a time when these young teens can veer ahead when they find a single passion. One of Will’s friends started banging out tunes on the piano. Will started shooting hoops for hours. Like the hound that I am, I encouraged Will to join his school basketball team. (Actually I howled at Will to join the school team. This is Not a Consulting Stance). Why? I had seen Will make a flip book of a stick figure making gravity defying hoops Flipping through, I felt Will’s insides flying. He didn’t join the team though.
He needed to find a comfort zone from which to jump. There are cliques in these middle school years that make it for a boy to want to fall. But once a middle schooler finds a passion, life can get great. Will’s piano clanging friend switched to art school. Will started hanging with the Young Men of Color at his school; they found color in his whiteness and Will found his basketball uber, and joinied the team.
I did it my way. (With us consulting.)
so how hard for a us to speak love love jeba giraffe language though it is