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Additions to the Ranch

Lately, their have been further additions to my daughter’s 1m x 1m ranch. The last time I posted, she already created super-beings like Dragons and Dinosaurs, who crunched on our furniture and hovered around our heads, and I was beginning to worry about world safety. Now she has moved her exploration to the smaller variety of creepy-crawler type.

Let me introduce you to her only invertebrate pet. He walks all day and doesn’t stop to talk much since it is such a waste of breath. So, we never got around to making introductions.

Her first amphibian is rather a shy person and prefers to hide under his shell all day. It is a wise choice considering the other pets my daughter is creating

This is “Hisssss”(that’s the only name he can pronounce). He joined our ranch last week and has been after Mathew and his progeny ever since. Mathew has been complaining about animal rights and about our prior peace treaty. I told him the clause about “not buying poison” does not include “not inviting snakes”.

These mommy and baby crocodiles have been complaining about the lack of a fish tank in our house from day one and we are hard-pressed to buy one to stop them from eating our other pets. They have also requested for a plover bird to clean their teeth. Talk about high maintenance pets!

There are also some animals from the cute variety.

Here’s the rabbit who has been hiding in my iron safe ever since the snake and crocs appeared.

Caribou, the red-nosed reindeer, is on a vacation before Christmas.

We are expecting some winter guests soon including Flamingos and Cranes. I’ll let you know if they turn up.

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Negotiating with Intelligent Beings

My daughter is notorious for harbouring animals, cooing at live ๐ŸฆŽlizards๐ŸฆŽ and hello-ing hovering ๐Ÿฆ…eagles๐Ÿฆ…. We have been debating lately about the pros and cons of owning real animals.

Iniatlly, it started when we realised that Mathew๐Ÿ (our resident mouse who lives in our house without paying the rent) now has a batch of newborns yet again. We know what to expect next–mice overrunning๐Ÿ the house๐Ÿ, playing around๐Ÿ in pairs๐Ÿ๐Ÿ, looking around๐Ÿ the house๐Ÿ๐Ÿ for new property๐Ÿ to build homes๐Ÿ, chewing๐Ÿ on our fingers๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ๏ธ while we sleep (it happened when I applied coconut cream)…

So she saw the opportunity to ask for a cat ๐Ÿˆ “to kill the mice ๐Ÿ๐Ÿˆ” and play with her ๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿˆ in her free time. But I countered that the cat would eat the birds๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ‰๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿˆthat frequent our rooftop and drink away all her milk๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿˆ.

Then she asked for a cow๐Ÿ„ to ensure we had a never-ending milk supply๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿฅ›. Upon my objection that we didn’t have enough space indoors, she offered to keep it on the rooftop. I relented and asked her to carry the cow๐Ÿ„ upstairs in her arms, since it couldn’t climb the three floors on her own. She asked me for help, but I had to decline the generous offer considering that both I and her father were too old for such antics.

That was when she realised that the cow would eat her Aelovera plant๐ŸŒฑ๐Ÿ„, and kick the (imaginary) pet monkeys๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ„ who sleep on our rooftop every night. So we dropped the plan of buying a cow, and the cat got suspended until the milk crisis was resolved.

Then she asked if she could build a nest inside the house to woo the pigeons๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ that have been frequenting our area (I told her how birds hate cages). She was super excited about the little pigeon babies๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ that would live in them someday. But I reminded her that the cat might eat them ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿˆ.

So she asked for a dog๐Ÿ• to keep the cat under control๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ•. But I reminded her that both the animals together would drink all her milk๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ•.

She again suggested the cow๐Ÿ„ for the milk for the animals๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ• and I requested her to carry it up the three floors to the rooftop.

She, then, decided it was a good idea to drop the cow, and in the process, dropping the cat, dog and pigeons as well, and invest in a good rat๐Ÿ poison.

Such a relief!

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Not Enough Words

Being polite never hurts, and it is good for business too.

R. E. Rule's avatarTiny Tales

Day 2 Writing Prompt! I think Iโ€™m getting the hang of this!

My initial thought with this prompt was some deep social commentary on how we must need more words in our language, because weโ€™re all talking but no one seems to be understanding each other, butโ€ฆthis was more fun. So, here is my unintended homage to Oโ€™Henryโ€™s โ€œRansom of Red Chief.โ€


โ€œWe donโ€™t have enough words,โ€ she sighed, flipping through the stack of mangled magazines in front of her. She had spent hours poring over that wrinkled piece of paper, scissors in one hand, an Elmerโ€™s glue stick in the other.

โ€œGood god, woman! Itโ€™s a ransom note not a novel,โ€ I griped, fanning myself against the stifling Louisiana heat. The AC had conked out hours ago, and our only relief was a small metal fan creaking in the motel room window.

โ€œThatโ€™s no reason not to be polite,โ€โ€ฆ

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