Story of Nonsense, part II

Steve grabbed a strawberry with his paws and began to nibble.
"Om nom nom n--"
He jerked his head up, alert. Sally had entered the kitchen, although she was distracted with washing dishes for the moment. Steve carefully picked up the strawberry in his mouth and raced back for his house, where he quickly snarfed down the rest of the strawberry. Tasty. But then it occurred to Steve.
"What about dinner?"
So, back he went to the kitchen.

Steve repeated the process of running up the tablecloth and gathering the strawberries until he ran out of room in his house. He was rather quick at this, and Sally never noticed. Until she turned around and discovered that the plate of strawberries was empty and a mouse was currently chasing one across the floor to a hole in the wall.

Sally screamed and fainted, causing a small earthquake that caused Steve to fall over, accidentally kicking the strawberry underneath the fridge. "Drat!" He squeaked, but at the moment he was more concerned about what would happen when the fancy family found their maid in a dead faint on the fancy floor in the fancy kitchen.

Story of Nonsense, part I

Once upon a time, there was a little mouse named Steve, with little whiskers and little grey ears. Sometimes he wore a little pair of spectacles and a tiny waistcoat, but only on the holidays. Everybody loved Steve, simply because he was a mouse. (Or, at the very least, everybody Steve knew, who would be a little songbird named Gwen and a dandelion who didn't talk much.)

Except for Sally, who was a musophobiac.
This would not be a problem if Steve didn't live in Sally's kitchen. He lived there because Sally was a maid in a fancy kitchen, cooking meals for a  fancy family in a fancy household in a fancy neighborhood in a fancy... well, you get the idea. Steve had to live in the kitchen; all the food was there. Occasionally there was enough dropped tidbits of things that Steve could make a sandwich. Or a grilled cheese. Or, if he was terribly lucky, a salad! Steve was a fan of salads. Yum, yum, yum. Salads with cauliflower. Cauliflower for lunch and dinner...

 Steve blinked rapidly and shook his head, realizing he had been digressing. He had been writing his biography, which he did by using a pencil stub he'd found and holding it in his mouth. Steve examined his work... and remembered that he had no spelling ability whatsoever and that this method of writing was rather impractical. Steve shrugged and nibbled the bit of paper he was writing on to smithereens. There, he thought. Then he looked around his humble home inside the wall of the kitchen. He knew it might be a tad drab, considering how he didn't even have a matchbox to sleep in, but he was cozy.
& hungry. Very hungry. So hungry, he dared risk a trip to the kitchen for some scrounging. Sally had recently made breakfast for the fancy family, and Steve hoped for a smidgen of butter and a cracker, or perhaps some cookies. Yum, cookies. Steve loved cookies, too.

Steve poked his little nose outside of his home in the wall and twitched his little whiskers.
"Sniff sniff, sniff sniff."
He poked his head out.
Blink. 
He scampered insanely fast up the tablecloth and looked around cautiously. A bowl, some glasses, and--
Steve gave a squeak of joy. Could it be? Could it really be? A plate of fresh strawberries and bowl of lettuce stood within easy reach. But what was this? Steve heard Sally making her way towards the kitchen. Oh, lovely. What should I do now? Steve thought irritably. Run like double-greased lightning to get some fruit and veggies, risking getting my beautiful and mighty useful tail chopped off--or worse!-- by Sally, or run to the safety of my house, risking losing this wonderful feast?
Oh, whatever.
Steve raced for the fruit.

Failkinz part II

Here are more mistakes Webkinz made! And they still haven't fixed the warthog.

• They made a Cheshire cat. It's SCARY. 
• They made a Sock Monkey a few months ago, too.
• They made a Shamrock Dragon.

In other news, hello from Keilee's house! Keilee says these are not scary. AT ALL. And Amanda is trying to kill me. Amanda is a creepy doll Keilee owns. A murderous one, nonetheless.

THAT MADE NO SENSE! Anyhow, Keilee & I have a mini-band called 3998. ( chan has been killed by amanda oh wait she is getting up i must help her) Please ignore my insane accomplice. Would you all like to hear the songs we have written? Sorry, but they're held for further listening. Orders from Kei.

Translations

Ben and I were using the Google Translator, and I typed in,


"If you were in the Wizard of Oz, then you would be a monkey. Flap your little wings. You would crash into a building, because you can't really fly."
That translated into Spanish and from Spanish to English is:

"If you were in the Wizard of Oz, then it would be a monkey. Flap your wings little. The explosion in a building because you cannot really fly."

Then I came up with a poem. Naturally, I translated it into Spanish.


It is cold,
It is snowing,
And we're never really knowing,
How cold it is outside,
'Cos the weatherman, he lies,
It's March,
It's cold,
And it's kind of getting old,
'Cos although the lying weatherman,
He does the best he can,
It could be 50
When it's 20
And I have had plenty
Of the cold that is Winter
Whatever rhymes with Winter.

In Spanish:

Es frío,Está nevando,Y nunca está realmente saber,¡Qué frío está fuera,Porque el hombre del tiempo, él miente,Es de marzo,Hace frío,Y es una especie de viejo,Porque aunque el hombre del tiempo la mentira,Él hace lo mejor que puede,Podría ser de 50Cuando llega el 20Y he tenido muchosDel frío invierno que seLo que rima con el invierno.


Translated back:


It is cold,It's snowing,And never really know,How cold it is outside,Because the weather man, he lies,It's March,It's cold,It is a kind of old,Because even though the weather man lies,He does his best,It could be 50When he arrives on 20And I have had manyThe cold winter thatWhat rhymes with winter.




That made no sense! What a manah-manah. 

Random Spontaneous Post II

It's 9:30 on the 2nd of March, and it's still snowing. WE'RE LOOKING FOR SPRINGTIME, HERE!!!
I tried looking to see if Fang's blog (y'know, from the Maximum Ride series) exists, but all I got was a blog about cereal. Oh, wait, I found it. Ignore everything I just said. 


Jake and Ben have been digging a hole in the backyard for about a week now. Last I checked, it was 1 foot 10 inches deep, 10 feet long and 5 feet wide. And we're still digging. Last night I had a dream they took all the dirt from it, built into half a pyramid, and found a gigantic iron bowl and opened up a museum in the backyard. Then the government built a hiking trail in two seconds in the pasture with shovels and then they slid down it with neon green and red skis. That were not broken.

I just realized my blog has nothing to do with little colored fairy lights.

No more bragging rights.

May it also be noted that the Hangman game, although I switched the language to Spanish, is still in English.

So, no, you do not get any more bragging rights than you would originally.

Failkinz

Webkinz has decided to make a warthog for April. Ordinary, right?
Wrong.

According to the Pet Description, they love to "trot in the tundra".

Does anybody else notice what is wrong here?

WARTHOGS
DO NOT
LIVE
IN
ALASKA.


But then there's the other insults to animals they created. For one, there's this pink dog with sparkles on it. 
For two, there's this rainbow armadillo that looks more like it should be a Webkinz Jr., which by the way, are these overstuffed Webkinz they designed for kids 3-6 with too much free time and money (the things are 20 dollars apiece) and the ability to carry around something half their size.  I think they should stop making animals that don't exist and they know nobody is going to buy them anyway and they should make animals that do exist. Like a sea turtle at least. And the thing has been around for 5 years and they still don't have a hamster.