Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Thanksgiving Surprise, Part 1

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Thanksgiving Surprise, Part 1
By
Carol Marrs Phipps
Illustrated By:
Lana Cramer Dobbins
"Just look at him, Sid," Sybil Fantail gasped in dismay as she paused on the porch to the beautiful home she shared with her mate and their only son, Gobbler...and the rest of the turkey flock, of course. "He's watching for her again...I just know it."
Sid nodded as he turned back to look at his beloved. "I expect you're right. He's got the ridiculous faraway look in his eyes he always gets when he is expecting her to show up."
Sybil hurried down the few steps to stand by her mate. "He'll come to a bad end if he keeps this up. He needs to start showing some interest in one of his own kind, rather than moping after that...strange hussy. I hear tell that Rodney and Alvira Strut’s young hen, Fancy, is looking for a mate."
Sid pecked at a few grains of corn by his feet and chewed thoughtfully. "I heard that too dear, but I expect that Gobbler already knows, just as he knew about Sassey, Mandy and Peeps. No, all he can think about is that alien human thing.” He shook his head and continued. “The boy just ain’t right, darlin’...I’m sorry, but he just ain’t, and never has been. You remember, I told you back before he hatched, right after that big blow when we found his egg rolled out of the nest all the way across the floor in that dark dusty corner of the house. I told you then that we should leave him right there and try for another clutch, but you wouldn’t have it.”
Sybil eyed her spouse in irritation. “And you remember what I told you then, too,” she retorted. “I wasn’t about to abandon my very first fertile egg and I’ve no regrets that I didn’t, Sid. He’s been a good boy...until now. Well, he’s not actually bad now, either, just...a bit confused.”
“Have it your way, darlin’,” Sid soothed, “I don’t want you to get your feathers all in a knot. Maybe you’re right and he’s just going through a phase. Though, I kinda think it’s because she doesn’t miss a day coming to see him and giving him all the extra feed he wants, scratching his head and making over him like he’s somethin’ really special.”
“You may have the right of it Sid,” Sybil agreed after a moment, “but what I don’t understand is why. Why has she singled out our boy when there are dozens of others she could have chosen?”
Sid glanced at his mate, uncertain whether he should share the dire warning he had recently been given by Widow Pluckly.
Sybil, however, noticed the odd look in her mates eye and leaned close to him with an inquiring look. “I know that look, Sid,” she said with certainty, “so whatever it is you aren’t telling me you had better just do so right now!”
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“You might wish I hadn’t, love,” he replied softly.
“Now!” she insisted.
“All right, I expect you should know this, anyway,” he conceded with a sad shake of his head. “I was out grazing on the south side of the house yesterday when Widow Pluckly strutted right up to me and told me she’d been noticing our boy had taken up with that human siren. Well...what could I say? I mean, I expect just about everyone has noticed by now, darlin’...so I just nodded. Then she went on to say that her Tom had been enchanted by that very woman before he disappeared, never to be seen or heard from again...and that he vanished just about this time of year, too, so we should be keeping an extra keen eye on Gobbler.”
Sybil reared her head back and glared at her mate.. “What? How does Gladys even know that she is a widow then, if no one has ever seen or heard from her Tom again? Perhaps he just...left her for another. There are wild turkeys about in these parts, you know...and I’ve heard lots of tales about some of those hens, let me tell you!”
Sid sighed. “I know, darlin’, we’ve all heard those stories, but this is something quite different.”
“Oh?” Sybil asked. “What do you mean?”
“Darlin’ have you ever heard that at this time of year humans have a big feast they call Thanksgiving?”
“Why no, but it sounds lovely. But what do humans give thanks for?”
“I’m not exactly sure, beloved, but the point is that their feast supposedly is made up of certain traditional foods with the main course usually being a plump, juicy stuffed and roasted...turkey.”
Sybil’s beady eyes bulged in alarm. “That’s why that tramp has been feeding our Gobbler with all that extra corn and grain! We have to save him, Sid...”
Sid nodded in agreement, but when he and Sybil looked over where Gobbler had been standing for the past hour awaiting the farmer’s wife, Krista, they discovered to their utter horror he was nowhere in sight.



*Don't miss Thanksgiving Surprise, Part 2 on Thursday's blog!



Monday, November 20, 2017

Wizard Razzmorten Fears for Minuet's Life


Hubba Hubba slowly ran his beak along the length of the back of a chair in the empty parlour and turned square about to run it all the way back. "All right, all right," he said, Buddy_3985_Warningpausing to give his feathers a shake before strutting on. "I said I would, I said I would. I did, I did. But now that it comes to it, I don't know what I think about being a crow again. And what if something goes wrong? What if Razzmorten is so weak that he can't handle the spell and turns me into a roach or a maggot? What if his spell gives out just as I fly in to spy on Spitemorta and Demonica? They'll kill me, is what. Pull out my feathers and wring my neck."
Without warning a long blade sliced the air near his head. "Help!" he quacked as he tumbled into a gasping heap of feathers on the floor. "Hey Queen! What is this, a test of my mortality or what? As you can see, I can handle apoplexy but my head would come
right off with that thing."
"Hubba Hubba!" she cried, stopping amidst her next swing. "I didn't see you!"
Hubba Hubba quacked again and backed under the chair.
"I'm so sorry! I just had Hebraun's claymore and...!"
"Minuet, what is all of this?" said Razzmorten, appearing as much without warning as she had.
"Why must these big missions always threaten to take off my head?" said Hubba Hubba, bristling and panting from the shadows.
"I'll learn this now, Father," said Minuet. "When Niarg goes to battle, they'll still have the crown to lead them forth."
"No!" said Razzmorten with a look of shock "Niarg needs you here. It can't afford to lose both Hebraun and you. If Spitemorta..."
"Ha!" barked Minuet bitterly, echoing in the arches of the ceiling. "Spitemorta! Yes! Let her come! When she does, I will cut out her black heart and feed it to the hogs. She took the light of my life and she'll meet her doom if she dares come at me."
"I will not cooperate with sweet and sour parrot. Traumatized, yes. Compliant? No. I refuse, I refuse. Queen, you and your awful sister..."
"What?" said Minuet as she stopped short to peer under the chair.
"I'll have you know that I'm not being dilatory," said Hubba Hubba with his tail fanned wide as he marched out from under the chair, running his beak along the floor as he came. "I'm right ready to set out on this mission without hesitation. I will not be threatened further..."
"Minuet please," said Razzmorten. "Hebraun would never have you do such a thing. For the love of
the Fates, daughter, it's the very thing that got him killed."
"Yes, I know," she said, turning to face him, "and she did it. And that's exactly why I have to do this. You love me and don't want to lose me, so you want to stop me. Please know that I would never cause you grief. I own that I'm being vengeful, but you can rest assured that I'm not being rash. I'm set! You could ease my burden enormously by supporting my decision. If you can't, I'll not be resentful, but I'll not stray from my path."
"I'm going, I'm going!" said Hubba Hubba, pushing his beak around in circles on the floor. "You don't have to threaten me..."
"Hubba Hubba," said Minuet, "What makes you think I'm threatening you?"
"Right. Ugleeuh wasn't threatening me either. She was merely distraught. And you're just what, vengeful did you say?"
"Hubba Hubba! Here I've gone and had a grand packet of food made up for you..."
"What? With all my favorite treats?"
"Well yes..."
"See? Runs in the family. Put away your blade. I'm ready! I'm ready!"
green-cheek-amazon-tracy-starr"And what are you doing down there?" said Pebbles as she and the chicks alighted on the back of the chair.
"Here's Herio," said Minuet as she scooped up Hubba Hubba and gave him a scratch before letting him step off onto the chair. "Looks like he's ready."
"Well, so am I," said Hubba Hubba with a confused look as Pebbles rattled her beak through his cheek feathers.
"Ready enough for me to change you into a crow?" said Razzmorten.
"Just give me a flash Wiz, and I'll be right as rain."
"You've prepared your family?"
"Yea. Go ahead...uh, I mean if there's no problem with maggots..."
"What?"
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"Does this help?" said Razzmorten as he held up a hand mirror.



Ch. 9, The Burgeoning (Click on Title or Book Cover Image to Download from Amazon)The_Burgeoning_Cover_for_Kindle





Carol Marrs Phipps & Tom Phipps

Friday, November 17, 2017

Ugly Company for Minuet

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Minuet sat in the sunshine of the upstairs sewing room, between the tall wool wheel and the loom, embroidering a sketch which she had made of her ewe and lambs grazing by the hollyhocks she had planted by the house. A breeze came and went as a vireo called from the crown of the maple just outside the window. She hummed ever so faintly, turning her hoop this way and that. Suddenly she sat upright with a gasp at the screech of a chair to return immediately to her work, determined to ignore that Ugleeuh was now sitting directly across from her.
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"Do you actually want something?" said Minuet as she cut her thread and began hunting for another color.
"Well why else would I be sitting here?"
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"You could have spoken, first thing, and I would have answered," said Minuet asshe threaded her needle on the first try and picked up her hoop. "But you didn't, and since I was enjoying myself before you sat down, I was hoping that you just might let me go on
with it."
"No, no Minnie-Min. You're just full of yourself since your victory in our little tug o' war, aren't you?"
"Look Lee-Lee. If that's all you want, I've no time for it. Think whatever you must, but just go somewhere else and do something nice.
"Well. Since you were polite enough to ask me, I came in here to find out when Father will get back, since he never tells me anything anymore."
"I can't imagine why not," said Minuet as she turned her hoop over and cut a thread, "but in this case, you could have seen him off just as easily as I did. Besides, he told you he'd take you with him, the first chance he gets. Surely your birthday present isn't more important than saving everyone from the plague."
"I don't suppose it ever occurred to you that I might be concerned about him, did it Miss Perfect?"
"No. That would be a shock."
Ugleeuh gave a whooping sob and sprang from her chair, smacking Minuet's embroidery hoop out of her lap as she tramped across the room. "You used to be my best friend!" she il_340x270.435224856_7hxtwailed as she yanked open the door and wheeled about. "You used to be my champion! You were the one person in this world I could always count on and trust! Now you've turned awful and I'll never, ever forgive you!"
"I sure was, sweetheart," said Minuet to the closed door as she knelt to pick up her broken hoop, "but then I woke up to find that no matter what I did for you, every third thing you ever said was a lie."
"Do some-thing nice... do some-thing nice... just go some-where else and do some-thing nice..." said Ugleeuh in a giddy sing-song as she whirled and skipped down the hallway. At the head of the stairs she stopped short and leant out the window, straining to hear a couple of hands who were singing grandly as they rode a wagon load of timothy hay to theGood_Sister,_Bad_Sis_Cover_for_Kindle barn. "Oh my!" she said with a sweet little bounce as she clasped her hands under her chin. "You two are so tone deaf. I need to do something nice to each one of you. Big sister says so..." And with that, she floated down the stairs and skipped outside.


Carol Marrs Phipps & Tom Phipps


Wednesday, November 15, 2017

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On the eve of Neron becoming king (ri) of the Jutland Elves in Good Sister, Bad Sister, he discovers to his horror that his wife Nessa has the plague. He goes in search of Wizard Razzmorten...

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"Trafferth!" muttered old white haired Peredur as he yanked tight the sash of his robe. "I'm doing ye a favor here, unless ye want to be scared clean away from the door." He glanced in the direction of the knocking as he stooped to pick up a flame on the wick of his 221028294183064616_NBVKNTHb_bcandle before stumping the length of the house to the door. "Dod i mewn, dod i mewn," he said, fumbling to lift the latch with an empty sconce in one hand and a dribbling candle in the other. He threw open the door and looked the stranger up and down.

"Gabhaim pardun agat..." said Neron.

"Prince Neron!" said Peredur with a wide eyed gasp as he twisted the candle into the sconce at last.

"Do come in! My word, I'm hardly dressed fit for a prince."

"I'm so very sorry to be bothering you in the middle of the night..."

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Peredur was already shaking his head. "Razzmorten's not here," he said. "It's something terrible, isn't it?"

Neron gave a nod.

"I simply don't know where he is, Your Highness. He's like that sometimes, and I never know what to do. But I can certainly wake Mistress Dewin for you..."

"Forgive me, but please do."

Peredur's eyes got very wide at this. He thrust his sconce into Neron's hands and vanished into the blackness of the house, leaving a trail of hurried footfalls. He crept past Ugleeuh's room and

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knocked softly on Minuet's door. The door came open immediately, causing him to gasp and step backward.

" Peredur!" said Minuet. "I thought you were Leeuh."

"I suppose my tiptoeing woke you. I'm sorry. Prince Neron is down at the door. Something awful has happened and he wanted to see your father. I told him you'd speak with him."
    
"Very well. Thank you. Just go on back to bed. I'll take care of it."

Minuet found Neron still dutifully holding the flickering candle. She curtsied and relieved him of it

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as she lit every candle in the room with a wave of her hand and saw that his face looked haunted. "The plague?" she thought. "You're trying to find Father?" she said.

"Desperately, I'm afraid. My wife may be dying."

"That's terrible! I don't know where he is."

Neron's eyes fell shut for a moment.

"Is she ill, injured?"

"I'm very sorry," said Neron, getting hold of himself. "It would be irresponsible of me to disclose that. Please. It's just that..."



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"Oh Fates, yes!" he said, squeezing shut his eyes with a silent sob.

"Forgive me Prince Neron," she said. "I've not quite told you the truth. Please excuse me. I'll be right back." She turned at once and vanished into the hallway. By the time he had found a chair and had taken a weary seat, she was back. "This," she said as she handed him her vial and pipette, "is oil of oregano. Put six drops under her tongue, six times a day."

"This is the very cure?" he cried, springing to his feet.
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"Yes it is. Does she have buboes?"

"My dear sweet child," said Neron as he reached out, intending to give her a firm hug. "Thank the very Fates for you! Oh!" he said, stopping short and stepping back away from her. "I mustn't expose you. No. She has the hepatic kind."

"Good. Then that will give you more oil for under her tongue. Make sure she takes every last

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drop of it. And again, I'm sorry for my not telling you the truth. Father gave me strict orders that no one was to know his whereabouts. He's getting a hay load of oregano plants along the south shore of the Gulf of Orrin. I'll tell him that I told you, but please tell no one else."

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"Several have died at Castle Niarg," she said with a nod. "The first death was a young courier from Far, so it's there, too."

Neron paused to shake his head grimly. "I must go," he said as he hurriedly stepped to the door and opened it. "Thank you, thank you! You've saved my whole world."

"Six drops under her tongue, six times a day..." she called after him, but he had already vanished into the night air.

"Nessa," he said softly the moment he appeared by her side, "I have the most wonderful news." He gently brushed aside her hair. Her forehead was cold. For a moment he couldn't breathe. He frantically grabbed up her cold hand and held it to his cheek as a horror of icy fire flooded his chest. "Oh...! No!" he cried out, echoing through every hall in the palace as his legs buckled and gave way.

Carol Marrs Phipps & Tom Phipps

Monday, November 13, 2017

Ceidwad the Diatryma Reads Wizard Razzmorten's Comatose Mind

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Without a word, Arwr, Lladdwr and Ceidwad sped away, pat, pat, patting over the leaves with Tors galloping furiously to keep up. Arwr lead them single file along the beginnings of a creek that was soon flanked with rock outcroppings which before long formed a deep hollow. Without the slightest hesitation to puzzle over landmarks, he took them directly to the foot of a huge sheer faced bluff of slate grey rocks which formed an overhang several rods long. At the back of the overhang a small cave ran in under the rock. In short order they had Razzmorten and Mary laid out on pallets of leaves.
Lukus knelt by Razzmorten and laid his hand on the old fellow's forehead. He closed his eyes and quickly set about calming himself as he had been taught in order to readyFotolia_74796694_Subscription_Monthly_M CROPHEAD his magical energies to flow into his grandfather. He let these drain away until he began feeling the inevitable exhaustion which signaled where he must stop. He had no choice now but to rest before going any further. He opened his eyes and studied Razzmorten for any sign of success. He shook his head in weary dismay as he looked up at the hopeful faces gathered 'round him.
"I see no change at all," he said. "I'll have to eat and rest a bit, before I can try again." He stood up on wobbly legs and clenched his teeth. "I can find nothing wrong with him at all. I wish I could read his mind. Then he could tell me what's wrong."
"I can do that for you," said Ceidwad, lowering her head to peer into the cave.
"You diatrymas read minds?" he said, suddenly thinking about what she was saying.
"Yes."
"But why didn't you say so long before now?" he said before realizing that he just might sound as though he were making accusations.
"It wasn't possible with us fleeing for our lives," she said solemnly. "Mind to mind contact 4F14BB4B9with one who is unconscious is delicate business. It takes time and it's always best
to see if the unconsciousness one will come around on his own."
"Why? said Lukus. "Is it dangerous?"
"Not done right, no."
"So you have a certain expertise?" he said, glancing at Rose.
"I'd not attempt such a thing without being confident. Of course, I'll only proceed if you wish."
Lukus looked at Rose. She turned aside to Fuzz and Myrtlbell who each nodded encouragingly.
"Please do, Ceidwad," said Lukus. "We'll never know unless you do."
"Then please carry him to the mouth of the cave," she said, "we never go inside."
As soon as they got him moved, she slowly settled onto her keel, fluffed her feathers and gently laid her huge ebony beak across his forehead. After shifting her head a little, this way and that, she blinked a couple of times and then closed her eyes. Hubba Hubba leant so far forward on Rose's shoulder while watching that he tumbled off and landed on the cave floor with a feathery plop. Pebbles flew down beside him as he picked himself up and gave a shake of his feathers. Taflu snickered, but sobered at once at a look from Fuzz.
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"Generally only the hens amongst us," he said softly. "They listen in on the dreams of our eggs and thereafter they keep track of the chicks in dead silence in the face of danger and while they forage."
"Then her mind reading won't heal?"
"I'm afraid it doesn't, at least nothing beyond the reassurance it gives. But Ceidwad will be able to tell you what ails them and find out what needs to be done."
At last, Ceidwad stood up and turned to face everyone, singling out Rose and Lukus.
"Your grandfather will survive and will indeed wake up in due time," she said, "but I've no idea at all how long that will be. Those bolts from the sorceresses were much like lightening. If one is struck by lightening, he either dies right then and there or he's left in a coma for who knows how long. Could be just a few hours; could be days. They got big jolts. Your Grandfather believes that they are both very lucky to have survived. They should be dead. In fact, he wonders if Demonica and Spitemorta deliberately let them live for some reason. So there's no damage, but I'd allow that he'll be asleep for some time to come."
"Oh thank you!" said Rose, as she hugged Ceidwad, muffling a sob in her fluffy neck feathers "You've spared us so much worry."
Ceidwad rattled her beak through Rose's hair as Hubba Hubba hopped onto Razzmorten's chest and walked up his beard to point one eye at his face. He stood there for a moment, then trotted back down his beard and flew to Lukus's shoulder. "He doesn't look any different at all, Lukus."
"I'm not worried now," said Lukus as he scratched Hubba Hubba's head. "Two very wise birds have just told us he'll recover, so I know he will."Stone_Heart_Cover_for_Kindle
"Righty-o!" he said with a proud flap of his wings and a whistle. He shook his feathers. "Now you're catching on."
"Absolutely," said Lukus.
Ch. 19, Stone Heart 

Carol Marrs Phipps and Tom Phipps

Friday, November 10, 2017

The Real Hubba Hubba



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The nest in this tree is the very raven nest in this story.

Several years ago, when we were teaching on the Navajo Nation and living in a trailer on the Twin Lakes (Ext - Back BEST)campus of Twin Lakes ElementaryTwin Lakes (Int - Hallway2-5) School, a violent thunderstorm blew down a nest of baby ravens from the top of a hackberry tree. Carol grabbed up two of them, walking home from school. The neighbor's dog killed the other two.
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Carol put them in an open box on the davenport and named the big one Hubba-Hubba, after our character in The Collector Witch, and named the little one Quoth. They were young enough that they were only about three fourths feathered out and Carol had to feed them baby parrot porridge with a teaspoon. And as it was when we raised our Amazon parrot, Carol's background in psychology and mine in ethology made us careful not to read human motivation into their behavior. However we were interested in their inclination toward language, so we began at once treating them as though they harbored the same sort of undeveloped intelligence as a baby human.
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We made no attempt to teach them to talk. That is, we did not endlessly repeat phrases over and over to them nor drill them in any sort of way. What Carol has done every single evening since, before switching off the lights for the night, is spend some time scratching their heads and talking to them.
ravenL0405_468x312It was soon impossible to keep them in the box, so we transferred them to a large plastic P12307407pet carrier with a welded wire door. We kept them on the kitchen table. We handled them frequently and talked to them, but outside of squawks and groans, we heard nothing out of them for better than two months. Soon they began picking out large pieces of their cedar bedding, trimming them and using them as wedges and levers to force open the door of their carrier. Just as we were recovering from the shock of their doing this, one of them declared, "Fuck you!" as they scratched about in their new bed of cedar chips. The other one replied, "Ass hole! Ass hole!"
This certainly stunned us. We had not once heard a single word nor any single attempted word out of either of them prior to this. And neither one of us had ever used language like ravens1this around them. What they could have heard on an isolated occasion or two was one of us telling the other about our day at school, including (we assume) the foul speech of our students. In a few days we were astounded once more when we heard Hubba Hubba say, "Help me get this door open."
This was not at all like parrots. Not only was there no endless practice leading up to the utterance of this sentence, it was as perfectly enunciated as if it were spoken by some human. We began keeping them in a chicken wire pen outside in the daytime. The next time I heard "Help me get this door open," I rushed to the window to find Quoth watching  Hubba Hubba as he pecked in the dirt under the wire gate.
One day I was very upset, tramping about the trailer, raving. As I was calming down, Quothe said, "Tom! What's wrong?"
196570606_fd127bc7eaOver the next very few months, they developed nearly all of the words and sentences given below. However, during the last couple of years we were out west, we seldom heard anything new out of them. During our first year in Kentucky, we discovered Hubba Hubba 15327478giving deliveries where he not only spoke in his own voice, but also talked in Quoth's voice to make replies. Had Quoth quit talking? We were trying to find out when she vanished for good from their pen outside.
Since then, Hubba Hubba takes spells in the late afternoon saying over and over, "Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello..." or, "What's your problem? What's your problem? What's your problem...?" which he articulates as well as ever. He has begun using our names, but they are very difficult to understand, with "Carol" coming out as "Coah" or "Hoh," and "Tom" sounding like "Hom," though "Quoth," which he has said from the beginning, comes out quite well. He asks for food by saying, "Want some," and when we ask him what he wants, he may occasionally reply, "Want some food," or "Want some water."
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Perhaps ravens are best at learning to articulate during some period of readiness, late in their development and any later verbal learning is not something that they're genetically programmed to do as easily. Who's to say? We only have the one bird, and there is very little written on the subject, since any hint that some non-human could possibly have any degree of natural use of true language is still largely regarded as heretical.
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Here are the words Hub uses. They are not listed in nice columns because of the contrary behavior of this website: a, all, am, are, ass, awk (spoken), boy, Carol (very poorly pronounced), door, food, fuck, get, go, going, good, hello, help, here, hmmm, hole, how, Hub, I, is, matter, me, open, out, problem, Quoth, right, some, that, the, this, to, Tom (very poorly pronounced), want, water, what, you, your.
Here are his phrases: All right. Awk! Awk! (spoken, as humans would 24OBOX1-articleLargepronounce it)   Carol! (very poorly pronounced) Where are you?   Hello.   Hello how are you? Hello Quoth.   Help me get this door open.   Here's one.   Hey Quoth.   Hmmm?   How are you?   How'r'you how are you? (run together)   Hub.   I'm a good boy. Hmmm?   I'm going to go out the door.   That's a good boy. Hmmm?   Tom. (very poorly pronounced)   Want some.   Want some?   Want some food!   Want some water.   What's the matter?   What's your problem?
Our character Hubba Hubba in Good Sister, Bad SisterThe Collector WitchStone Heart and The Burgeoning is no raven at all, but a double yellow head Amazon parrot with enchanted interludes as a crow, not a raven.
If you've ever had the good fortune to keep a raven or a crow, we'd love to hear about it.
Tom Phipps

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Hubba Hubba and Pebbles Find Unicorns


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"I know you tried Wiz, but this is disgusting," said Hubba Hubba, jerking back with a drool-flinging shake of his beak and ruffled feathers. "What are you eating, giant stinking sow bugs or what?"
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"That's shrimp, Hubba Hubba," said Razzmorten.
"It's out of the sea, you silly bird, not out from under some old rotting board in a barn lot," said Lukus with a laugh, as everyone else broke out with titters.
"All right, all right," said Hubba Hubba, as Pebbles stepped back from hers with watery eyes andamazon_sammy wiped her beak. "Dogs gobble up much worse, and they don't know any better than to offer you ones the same rot they eat. I'm sorry Wiz, you've just got me gagging, here."
"What did you find?" said Razzmorten quickly to spare Hubba Hubba's feelings.
"That old Elf has four unicorns in a large paddock near the wharf where his fishing boat is docked. He'd just come in with his catch and was at the fence giving them a scratch, when we lit and asked him if he was Kie. He answered to it, but we sure gave him a start. It might have been dangerous to do but it was quick. Anyway, he does have unicorns to sell and he'll be there if we don't fool around."
"Very good, you two," said Razzmorten, as he gave them each a scratch.
In short order they were on their way to Fen, on a sand swept lane meandering along the coast just inland from the furthest reaches of the high tide. Rose and Fuzz rode Mystique through the saw grass to follow along on the beach for a spell. Sandpipers trotted ahead. Crabs scuttled sideways into holes. Rose rested her head against Fuzz's shoulders and gave him a squeeze. Soon they were dismounting in front of a cottage that smelt vaguely of rotting fish, where Hubba Hubba and Pebbles circled overhead.
They found the Elf feeding his unicorns. "Hoy there, Kie!" called Razzmorten. We are travelers on our way to see King Neron, and we'd like very much to purchase two of your unicorns to speed us over the mountains, if you've any for sale."
امازون دبل يلو"How is it that you and your green birds know my name and I know not yours?" said Kie, pushing back his floppy hat with a squint as he spit across the fence.
"A young fellow by the name of Galor told us about you, sir," said Fuzz.
"Good lad," said Kie, shifting his chew into his other cheek as he put his foot on the fence. "Well folks, I really hadn't planned on selling these unicorns. You know they're my pets, I'm afraid. I've had these here since they were colts."
"Oh she's darling," said Rose as she scratched a short-legged one who had just come to investigate. "We'll take good care of them, sir."
Ch. 29, Stone HeartStone_Heart_Cover_for_Kindle




Carol Marrs Phipps & Tom Phipps