Serial Fiction: X is a Fox Walking Backward – E

E is for ElephantSee my April 2nd post in “Serial Fiction” for the story of my children’s ABC book, X is a Fox Walking Backward. Every Wednesday I’ll be sharing one page of this book. Here is page 5:

 

 

 

E

Elephant

 

An elephant is a big animal

whom you might see in a zoo.

But she would really rather be

at home in Africa or India,

squirting river water out her nose.

 Text and illustrations copyright 2014 Kim Pearson

Ghostwriting for a Dog: Pack Sleeping

bedAlex Terrgi here. I think my human is weird when she sleeps. She wants me to sleep on her bed with her, but for some unknown reason she doesn’t want me to sleep close to her. She obviously does not realize the benefits of pack sleeping. Good thing she has me to take care of this for her.

When we go to bed at night, I curl up at the foot of the bed on the other side from where my human sleeps. I close my eyes and pretend I am asleep. But really I am just listening to her breathe. I wait until I hear her breathing take on that special rhythm that I know means she is asleep. Then I slowly and carefully creep up close to her and mold my body into hers. She sleeps on her side and there is a perfect terrgi-sized spot in back of her knees, which is where I curl up. We are touching so we are warm and our dreams are quiet and safe.

Despite what she thinks she wants, I know she doesn’t mind because in the morning when she wakes up she reaches over and pats me and says good boy in a sleepy voice.

Training a human is not easy. But it’s worth it in the long run.

Haiku Friday: Stray

haiku pic 2Here’s my haiku for today, on the topic of – Stray

in the dead of night

a stray haiku seeking home

sneaks inside your dream

It’s Haiku Friday again. For the past twenty years or so, it has been my practice to write one haiku every day. Every Friday I share a haiku here, about whatever topic I happen to choose.  I invite you to write a haiku on this topic too, and share it with me and the readers of this blog.  Just write it in the Comments below. The only rules are: 1) your haiku must be about the named topic; 2) you must follow the 5-7-5 syllable format; 3) no obscenities or hate (I will delete those).  That’s it.

Serial Fiction: X is a Fox Walking Backward – D

D is for DinoSee my April 2nd post in “Serial Fiction” for the story of my children’s ABC book, X is a Fox Walking Backward. Every Wednesday I’ll be sharing one page of this book. Here is page 4:

D
Dinosaur

A dinosaur lived long ago, not today.
Which might be a good thing
if you think about it.

Text and illustrations copyright 2014 Kim Pearson.

Compost: Your Mother’s Dreams

1930s fashionDo you know what your mom as a little girl wanted to be when she grew up? Do you know if she achieved her dreams?  Writing about your mom can be a fruitful exercise; you might discover unknown secrets about this woman you thought you knew.  Mothers are so basic, so necessary to life, that we often take them for granted and see them only in relation to ourselves. But they too have individual lives with their own dreams and aspirations. I often ask this question of students and clients. The replies sometimes sadden me, sometimes gladden me. And them.

My own mom wanted to be a fashion designer. She grew up during the Depression, in a small mountain town, population around 300. All the ladies in town made their own clothes, and those clothes were made for utility and hard wear, not style. Little girls literally wore flour sacks to school, and one of those little girls was my mom. When she got to be a teenager, one of her favorite jaunts was to take the bus to the “big city” and flip through the fashion magazines in a drugstore. Then when she got home, she’d fill page after page with her own designs, trying as best she could to capture the style and glamour of the magazine models.

Mom didn’t get to follow her dream of fashion design. Instead she opted for housewife and mother. But let me tell you, she was a magician when it came to making paper dolls for me and my little girlfriends. What fabulous clothes those dolls had!  I was famous all over the neighborhood because of my mother. I hope our heartfelt appreciation helped to ease the ache of not becoming a fashion designer. I think it must have, because when I think of her drawing those paper doll clothes, I remember her as always laughing.

What about your mom?

Haiku Friday: Zebras

zen gardenHere’s my haiku for today, on the topic of: Zebras

don’t call a zebra

a striped horse. he’ll be annoyed.

zebras are zebras

It’s Haiku Friday again.  For the past twenty years or so, it has been my practice to write one haiku every day. Every Friday I share a haiku here, about whatever topic I happen to choose.  I invite you to write a haiku on this topic too, and share it with me and the readers of this blog.  Just write it in the Comments below. The only rules are: 1) your haiku must be about the named topic; 2) you must follow the 5-7-5 syllable format; 3) no obscenities or hate (I will delete those).  That’s it.

Serial Fiction: X is a Fox Walking Backward – C

C is for CamelSee my April 2nd post in “Serial Fiction” for the story of my children’s ABC book, X is a Fox Walking Backward. Every Wednesday I’ll be sharing one page of this book. Here is page 3:

 

 

C
Camel

A camel hides extra food in the humps he has on his back.
A camel is not fond of people.
He will spit in your face
if he thinks you don’t treat him right.

Ghostwriting for a Dog: Big Bigots

German Sheperd trainnigAlex Terrgi here. I go to the dog park twice a week. I love the dog park because you get to run as fast as you want, and go wherever you want with whatever dogs you want, and smell and even taste whatever you find on the ground, and the human doesn’t yell at you to come back or get down or leave it. (Well, sometimes she does, but not as much.)

But sometimes the dog park is contaminated by this one dog who comes sometimes when I’m there. His name is Hugo G. Shepherd and he’s big – like VERY big – and he doesn’t like dogs who are smaller than him. Or maybe he does like them – he likes to pick on them. When he sees a dog the size of, oh say, a terrgi, he runs full speed at the unlucky dog, barking and growling and with his hair standing up.

I have to run for my human and jump on her lap when I see Hugo coming at me. Why does he hate me? I’ve never done anything to him. He just hates me because of who I am, I guess. And this makes Hugo G. Shepherd a bigot. A big bigot. A big bully bigot.

I think the dog park should ban all big bully bigots. If I was in charge that is what I would do.

Haiku Friday: Pedestal

haiku pic 3Here’s my haiku for today, on the topic of: Pedestal

it must be lonely

up there on that pedestal

goof up and come down

It’s Haiku Friday again.  For the past twenty years or so, it has been my practice to write one haiku every day. Every Friday I share a haiku here, about whatever topic I happen to choose.  I invite you to write a haiku on this topic too, and share it with me and the readers of this blog.  Just write it in the Comments below. The only rules are: 1) your haiku must be about the named topic; 2) you must follow the 5-7-5 syllable format; 3) no obscenities or hate (I will delete those).  That’s it.

Serial Fiction: X is a Fox Walking Backward — B

B is for BeaverSee my April 2nd post in “Serial Fiction” for the story of my children’s ABC book, X is a Fox Walking Backward. Every Wednesday I’ll be sharing one page of this book. Here is page 2:

 

 

B
Beaver

A beaver has big teeth and a flat tail.
She cuts down trees with her teeth
to build a water house for her babies.
She slaps her tail on the water
to call her children home.

Text and illustrations copyright 2014 Kim Pearson.