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Origami Turtle

Mr. C. Cow and Marslean went to the park today. I stayed behind to catch up on paperwork. When I say “catching up on paperwork” it’s usually me trying to do something constructive but making origami turtles instead. Today I, actually, did important paperwork for Bishop. I’m hoping that, if I finish all of the desk jockey work, he’ll tell me where he keeps buying all of his giant travel coffee mugs.

Marslean has been wanting to travel with us on occasion and has been practicing her postcard writing skills. To get a bit of practice in she decided to write me a postcard describing their trip to the park.

Dear Tipsy, 

Handwood1
Greetings From The Park!

Mr. C. Cow and I went to the park the other day so I could practice my flying. It was “interesting” to say the least. I thought that the park would be a good practice spot and Mr. C. wanted to be there for moral flying support. While I was doing my amazing feats of aerial spins without hitting any trees, Mr. C. Cow kept sneaking off. I’m yelling “Did you see that incredible barrel roll?!!??” and he’s nowhere to be found. Moments later he would appear with a veggie dog or a cookie in his mouth.

“See my loop-de-loop? Mr. C.? Hey…Where are you!!??”

Moments Later….

“Wooo..get a load of my birdlike diving skills!!!”

“Munch…Munch…Munch…..Neato!”. (Eating a bag of popcorn)

This went on for well over an hour. After I was done with my practice I realized that Mr. C. Cow was nowhere to be found….again! Where was he wandering off to? Where was he getting all of the food? Why wasn’t I offered a snack? So many questions that I wanted answered! Flying high into the air I was on the lookout for a cow carrying snack foods.

After ten or so minutes I spotted him outside of a park refreshments stand buying lemonade. While I’m practicing my soaring skills he’s busy stuffing his face full of peanuts and french fries. This doesn’t seem fair and it kinda hurt my feelings. I needed to tell him how I felt but didn’t want him to get all upset. A cow crying in his cotton candy is not only sticky but sad.

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Is this where Mr. C. Cow found all of those nachos?

I sat him down and explained that he said he would cheer me on while I practiced but I felt that he thought food was more important than friendship. Mr. C. Cow started to tear up (I moved the cotton candy a cry-safe distance from his face) and apologized for his behavior. His stomachs got the best of him! We hugged and I explained that it was ok. Sometimes our stomach wins when we’re very hungry. In a surprising move, Mr. C. Cow pulled out a snack bag of food he had been buying me the entire time. He knew I would be starving when I was finished and had thought of me. Apples. Sticks of gum. A salad with extra cucumbers. Mr. C. Cow might seem like he’s not paying attention at times but he always means the best. No one could ask for a better friend.

Your ponycorn friend, 

Marslean

I am so glad that Marslean and Mr. C. Cow worked out their differences. He is always thinking with his stomachs and sometimes doesn’t realize that he’s being a tad bit rude. At least he shared!

I should be getting back to my paperwork. One cannot ask Bishop where he gets his travel mugs if one does not finish their work.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos Taken In Second Life By Me

Second Life Location: Hardwood Park (M)

A big thank you to Marslean for helping out with this weeks postcard. Please show her some love and check out her website Marslean’s World”. 

 

 

 

 

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Big Cheese of Kinkhead Creations. Writer/Designer/All Around Awesome. An "Artist".

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