Folksburywoods

“Dingel, you’re always getting us into a jam. This here forest is darker than pitch, and I just stubbed my toe for the fifth time,” grumbled Crofty. “Well, you were the one who said we needed to get home fast as a whip because you need your beauty sleep,” Dingel…

“Let me tell you something, mister, I am a purebred. Why, my grandfather won best of the show at the state fair, so if you think you can tell me I need to do anything but be beautiful, you have got a lot of gall,” squawked Hazel. “Yes, my pet.…

Many a night has been spent pondering the truth behind Barnabas Hatchfeller’s tale. All who were alive when it happened are long dead, and no one is left to hold a candle to the tale’s facts. T’was the Winter of 88 when a dark figure appeared in the village of…

Mrs. Tuttlebum hated rodents. “One of these days, I shall deal with those creatures and their creepy crawly feet and tiny bitey teeth. They shall rue the day they ever bothered Petunia Tuttlebum,” Her cat Carlos didn’t care about the rodents. He gave them his leftover snacks because he figured…

“Hello, old friend, it has been a while since we sat and talked,” said the hobo to the moon. Sam had traveled the world as a cook’s helper on a tramp steamer, hitched a ride on a slow-moving freight train, and once stowed away in a mail bag on a…

Bad medicine a cautionary tale. “Will she be okay, doctor?” asked the woman. “I will prepare a tincture which you must give her twice daily. If all goes well, she should recover in a day or two,” replied the healer. “I can’t thank you enough for coming to our village…

“She’s shaken a jig tonight, Lads,” said Timothy Sullivan. “What a hoot! Look at those moves, Barney. You better step back, or you’ll be liable to get cuffed in the head,” cried Danny Sullivan with a broad smile. Barney knew Sally O’Quinn was the best dancer on sea or land,…

A Thousand Points of Light shine through the darkness. Willard sat drinking his morning tea. “I don’t think I can get over the idea that Thomass is going away,” said the rabbit. Evening came, and still, the rabbit could not force himself to leave his house. “Perhaps if I don’t…

Parting of Ways: A Tale of Greed Trellis and Tubor stood on the ancient council’s rotunda. “Why must you be so unreasonable?” said Tubor. “You have always been in a hurry. Slow down, or you will race through life with nothing to show at its finish,” remarked his former teacher.…

A Simple Truth Is Not Easy “What is it you believe in,” asked the Snark. “Truth,” I answered. “Truth? There is no such thing as truth. We are fools in a fool’s paradise,” said the creature. “If truth is not real, then what do you call the now,” I questioned.…

Perambulation | pəˌrambjʊˈleɪʃn | noun formal an act or period of walking or traveling through a place or area, especially for pleasure and in a leisurely way.  Asterix needed to get somewhere. Unfortunately, he didn’t know where, so he started walking and soon found himself in the deep woods. “The sounds of nothing surround me,” the…

Greetings from Tainan, Taiwan

Cairn burial tombs are found throughout Britain, Ireland, and Scotland. These magnificent structures are awe-inspiring. One is unique among all the rest and is known affectionately as Acorn. A myth tells of a father who lost his only girl child when, while playing in an oak tree, she fell and broke her…

“Vikings, they call us. I am a Norseman, as have been all my ancestors. We’re no marauding hordes who kill for pleasure. No, we are farmers, fishermen, woodsmen who set out to get what our people need when the need is great,” remarked the dark figure. Gunnarr was the seventh…

“Tomorrow, why did I promise the Squire his new shoes tomorrow?” complained the cobbler. Erasmus gave the cobbler a soft stroke on his leg. “You’re kind, puss, but even your magical touch won’t finish these shoes by the morrow, ” the man muttered. Thurston was the village cobbler; many said…