Posted in Nature, Tourist Attraction

Sssssssssss Poetry

I hurt my back REALLY bad earlier in the week so Mr. C. Cow has been a really great help. Not only has he been doing a lot of the driving while I’m laying flat down all sorts of “graaaarrrr” at the pain he also promised to send everyone the next postcard.

For today’s postcard Mr. C. Cow decided to dip into his poetry notebook and give us a poem. About a snake. In a tree. Near a waterfall. I’m not joking. If I was I would laugh but laughing hurts and hurting sucks. I’ve very proud that Mr. C. has found a way to express himself

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Ode To A Snake I Saw Last Week

By Mr. C. Cow

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Last week I saw a snake in a tree.

Couldn’t figure out how he had gotten there.

He couldn’t have flown for he has no wings.

Couldn’t have walked because he has no legs.

Did he slither all the way up high in the trees branches?

Did his slitherers get tired climbing all that way?

Why did you go up there Mr. Snake?

To look at the sky or look over the water?

Can you swim if you were to fall?

I worry about you being up there without a safety net.

Please be careful.

The world wouldn’t want to lose you.

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I am not exactly sure what Mr. C. Cow was going for when he used the word “slitherers”. I am assuming he made up a word to describe what they use to do that whole slither thing. Doesn’t matter because I think his poetry is getting so much better! Proud of the lil’ bovine!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Second Life Location: River Falls (M)

You can check out the first poem Mr. C. Cow did as a postcard right HERE!

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Posted in Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Chasing Waterfalls

Mr. C. Cow and I took a hike the other day to find a waterfall. We heard from a local bunny rabbit that it was a beautiful site to take pictures. I had to talk Mr. C. out of bringing a barrel with him on our waterfall hike. He thought it was the type that you had to go over in a barrel. I told him that, for safety reasons, no one was taking any barrels over the side of any waterfalls. Not even with safety goggles on. Not even with a helmet on. Not even if the helmet has flames on it. No one is going over a waterfall in a barrel. Slightly disappointed he put his gear away for another day (Fat chance Mr. C. Cow!) and off we went in search of this photogenic waterfall.

After hour three of searching we started to get agitated. Where the heck was this waterfall? Was there actually one around here? Was the bunny just pulling our leg? We stopped and asked a bunch of goats if they knew where it was.

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Neither one knew of any waterfalls in the area. Mr. C. Cow was determined to find this mysterious place and I just wanted to go back to the camper. The goats were kind enough to give us directions to a local owl that might know more about the area then they did. Thanking them we went up a very steep set of stairs, a mile through some dense forest brush, over a stream, and found Mr. Owl.

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Mr. Owl also knew of no waterfalls in the area. Had we taken a wrong turn someplace? Was this waterfall a real thing? Did a bunny get it wrong or did he just flat out lie to us? Were we ever going to just go back to the camper?  I sat down to think about what to do next while Mr. C. Cow got into a heated discussion with Mr. Owl. Something about how many licks and lollipops. I wasn’t really paying that much attention.

When the conversation turned into a shouting match over confections I said we were packing it in, thanked Mr. Owl for his help, and ushered Mr. C. Cow out of there. A couple of hours (and wrong turns) later we were back at the camper. If I ever see that bunny rabbit again we are going to have words. Many words.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

SL Location: Romantic Moods~Snuggle Forest (M)