The beginnings of a cowboy story...

He is silent as he looks down the hill at the small, ramshackle town in the distance. He is loathe to enter any town as it may lead to his capture and imprisonment, perhaps, even his death, but he is running out of food and he hasn't seen any source of water in days. Supplies are getting low.
He sighs. He will have to risk it. His horse needs a rest and he needs to regroup and try to figure out how he was going to survive the next few days.
With another sigh he nudges his horse's flanks and they slowly set off into the dust covered town of Margret's Fall.

The two men watch as the lone rider approaches the town.
"See? I told you he would need to get supplies here. This is the only town within a hundred miles. My family has no overt ties to the land and people here. He thinks he’s safe.” His horse restlessly shifts as his rider tenses with anger. “I’ll avenge my sister’s honour. He’ll pay for the trouble he has caused my family.”
The older of the men looks on passively as his younger companion grimaces. The lone rider was going to be strung up as soon as he set foot in town.  Without a by-your-leave he was going to be dancing on air just so this young pup could go home to daddy and get a pat on the head.
He shook his head as they set off towards the small dust cloud of the rider who had wronged such a powerful family.

Banana Man

Tally Hall's Banana Man. A wonderfully bizzare song filled with wonder, magic and bananas.

What has been seen...

Cannot be unseen!

The Royal One And The Adventure Of Linen

He has a pretty crown,
it only adds to his regal bearing.

In my household Sebastian is the one true king. He rules with a firm and clawed paw. He has gentleness which lulls his subjects and they suspect nothing. Suspect nothing of his evil plans. 

He has evil plans involving everything that concern his domain.

He likes to sleep on anything resembling clothes, towels or even pillows. 

He stares at any and all that encroach upon his domain be they human mouse or bird.

His favourite pastime, however, is when it is bed-making time.

Stripping the bed is an easy task and is accomplished when he is distracted with his other subjects or even sleeping on other things.

When one of his subjects is trying to re-sheet the bed is when the shenanigans begin.

The fitted sheet goes on and then the king deigns to move among his subjects so they can see him in all his regal sassiness.

He resists all attempts to move his frame from the bed, even attacking those with the audacity to come close. Those that tried have ended up being swiped at or even scratched by the royal claw.

When his royal personage finally acquiesces to the indignity of having a sheet  placed on the bed right underneath him the task may continue. 

Then, when the top sheet is added, he further complicates things by being a sheet lump and once again attacking any and all who try to move him.

It is a painful and arduous task, but eventually his great regality allows this 

lowly subject to tuck in the edges.

But not before he has attacked and shredded all who try to continue making the bed's hand. And looked mischievous from under his sheet fort at his lucky subject. 

The regal one emerges from his fort.
He then supervises the placement of the doona.
The doona is found to be impertinent and also in need of reminding of who is really in charge of the household.

POUNCE!!

PUMMEL!!!

OPPRESS!!  

The bed is finally beaten into submission and is then found to be comfortable on the royal kitty and is then slept and snuggled upon with great abandon. And all is right with the world once more.

Tiny Bites of Chocolate Sugar Dough

I made cupcakes.
They were tiny and chocolate.

And then they were eaten.