Shopping Trip

I said to my wife, “I am heading out to the store, do you need anything?”  For some unknown reason, maybe it was just the time of the month, or cabin fever, as she seemed to be mad at me and she said, “I told you I don’t need your help, Bozo.”  OK, so that is how it is going to be, maybe she will cheer up later if I can score some toilet paper, but I am not counting on that, and then she said, “Don’t forget to wear your mask, as I don’t want you bringing any germs back home with you.”  I said, “Thanks honey, I already got it, see you later sweetie.”  Just before I got out of the door she said, “Make sure that you check everything carefully, as I don’t want you bringing home another dented can of beans again, as the last thing that I need now is botulism.”

A man in the parking lot of the store saw me wearing my mask and he said, “If you are sick, you really shouldn’t be going out and risking other people’ health.”  I told him that I am fine, and that I was not wearing the mask as a courtesy to others, that it was for my own protection.  I herd on the news that people were stockpiling eggs during the coronavirus crisis as they cook more meals at home and that this is leading to supply shortages and a spike in prices so I figured I would get them first.  I am not the kind of person that pays attention to the cost amount of what everything sells for most times, but I do pay attention to gas prices.  They were out of the jumbo eggs that I usually buy and all they had were these smaller organic brown ones, which were selling for $4.35 a dozen.  I usually check my eggs to make sure that none of the shells are cracked or have a break in them and these looked good, so I put them in my cart.  A clerk came out from the storage room and he restocked all of the shelves.  I guess that I got there at the right time, so I put that dozen back and got my jumbo ones, life is great sometimes.

Written for FOWC with Fandango – Amount, for Maggie’s Innovation Challenge #FUN20083 – Number #2, Use this line somewhere in your story. “I told you I don’t need your help, Bozo.” and Number #3, Use one or all of these objects in your story. A dented can of beans, a dentist, or a marching band, and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #268 – Medical hosted by Michael where we are asked to write about something medical, from band-aids, bandages to botulism and as we are in a state at present of heightened awareness about health, you can vent about the coronavirus if so moved, and for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Time Courtesy Break.

Best Concert Ever

I will always retain my fond memories of the 1973 concert that I went to at Watkins Glen, featuring the Band, the Grateful Dead and the Allman Brothers.  This concert was a real treat for me and I saw plenty of love, peace, nudity, and drugs there.  The Summer Jam at Watkins Glen went into the Guinness Book of World Records as being the “Largest audience at a pop festival”, having 600,000 people there in attendance.  I drove there with 8 other dead heads in my station wagon and we went through the gate with an ounce of weed sitting on my dashboard, which did annoy me at first, but the concert was sold out, the gates were left open and we rolled by the parking lot attendants who just waved us through.  Danny started singing, “I pulled into Nazareth, I was feelin’ like listening to some Dead” a variation of The Band classic ‘The Weight’ and I knew that we were in for a good time.  It was a two-day festival and we got there for the first day, which was called the sound test and all three groups performed, the Band came on first followed by the Allman Brothers but they only played a few songs.  The Grateful Dead warmed up with two sets and their soundcheck was nearly two hours long.  I got the best recording ever of Tennessee Jed, as it seemed like Garcia was singing directly into my tape deck.  We camped out and went back the next day.

The stage was elevated so people in the back could see the groups, but this made it difficult for the people who were right in front of it.  Some of them tried to make human pyramid chains so they could climb up higher to see what was going on.  The stage crew responded by hosing everyone down that was in front of the stage.  It was a real mess up front and the people who were covered in mud began to strip their clothes off.  I was with Danny, Patty, and Irene and we were far enough back, to be out of the mud and have a good look at the stage.  This Summer Jam was all about music, and all the bands did their best to entertain everyone.  The Grateful Dead were up first, and they were really cooking that day.

The Grateful Dead kicked off with a jumping tune called ‘Bertha’.  They played two sets and some of the songs that I still remember after 45 years are ‘Truckin’, ‘Sugar Magnolia’, ‘China Cat Sunflower’, ‘Eyes of the World’, and they closed with Merle Haggard’s ‘Sing Me Back Home’.  One of the naked mud people wondered over by us and Danny nudged me as said that we had to protect our girls from this a-hole.  This guy was a real piece of work, and not only was he naked and covered in mud, but he had a snake wrapped around his neck which made him look like he was part of the snake cult of Asclepius and he was definitely creeping Danny out, because we were all tripping.  This may have not even been the worst part as you could tell that this dude was having a bad trip or he was fucked up on something, as his face was all contorted and he kept on drooling.  I considered the mud dude to be totally undesirable, so I grabbed him by his arm and slung him back to the front of the stage where he belonged.

Danny and the girls all smiled at me and everything was good for us again, now that this filthy, creepy dude was gone disappearing into the crowd of mud people.  The Band followed the Dead, but a huge thunderstorm forced them off stage and that is when we went back to our campsite.  When the rain let up, the Band went back on and finished their set and they were followed by the Allman Brothers.  The concert ended with the Allman Brothers doing several encores ‘Not Fade Away’, ‘Mountain Jam’ and Grateful Dead joining in on the last song ‘Johnny B. Goode’.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #263 – Concert hosted by Michael.

Don’t Carry the World Upon Your Shoulder

Paul McCartney was offering words of encouragement to John Lennon’s son Julian after his mom and dad got divorced.  Atlas was the strongest of all the Titans, and he was an instigator in the rebellion against the Greek god Zeus or the Roman god Jupiter.  Atlas sided with his brother Menoetius and he was made the leader of the Titans, mostly because of his war skills, his great strength and his endurance.  The Titan Prometheus who changed sides in this war, knew what Jupiter had in mind for the defeated Titans after the war, and he informed him that he would have a difficult time keeping his amazingly strong brother Atlas in the underworld.  He also told Jupiter that Atlas had claustrophobia, and that he would probably consent to doing anything if that would keep him from being locked up.  Jupiter realized that if Atlas was kept in a confined space, that this would trigger panic attacks and he would act up, so he dished out a special punishment for him.

Jupiter decided not to send him to Tartarus with the rest of his relatives, but instead he received a very harsh punishment and was ordered to stand at the western edge of Gaia (the Earth) and hold the heavens on his shoulders, to keep the heavens and earth apart.  Atlas was condemned to this special punishment because all the fighting between the Titans and the Olympians had shaken the heavens so much that they were out of balance and it looked like they might crash into the earth.  Jupiter wanted to prevent the recurrence of a primeval union between Terra and Caelus, because he thought that if this primordial embrace resumed, that it could produce new powerful descendants that he might have to fight against.  Atlas became the eternal caretaker of the axis between heavens and earth and it was his job to turn heaven on its axis, which causes the stars to revolve.  Jupiter thought Atlas would have his hands full holding up the heavens and this would prevent him from getting involved in another uprising.

The negro spiritual composed by a slave named Wallace Wallis in the 19th century, ‘Swing Low Sweet Chariot’ is a Christian hymn that combined spiritual belief with the hardships of daily life as a slave in the United States.  The lyrics “coming for to carry me home”, do not symbolize a victory over an opponent, but they are more likely about the sweet release of death.  This could also be seen as coming to take a slave to heaven, or a slave escaping to freedom in the North or in Canada.

The band Kansas wrote a song called ‘Carry On Wayward Son’ which was an autobiographical song about their time together looking for truth and meaning.  It was an urge to carry on and continue the search as the wayward son, who felt alienated from the ultimate reality, and yet kept striving to find a purpose.  In 1976, when the lead singer and keyboard player for Kansas, Steve Walsh, began suffering from writer’s block, the lead guitar player Kerry Livgren became their lyricist.  One day while sitting at his parent’s home, in front of the family organ, Livgren composed the music for ‘Carry On Wayward Son’, which was partially about himself and the struggles and pressures he was facing at the time when the band’s career was on the line.

One morning Stephen Stills woke up and he knew that his girl was really gone.  It was a new day, a new way, and he had new eyes to see the dawn.  He told her to go her way, and he would go his and carry on.  The sky was clearing and the night had cried enough.  The sun comes to the world to soften up.  Rejoice, rejoice, we have no choice but to carry on.  The fortunes of fables are able to sing the song.  Now witness the quickness with which we get along.  To sing the blues you’ve got to live the dues and carry on.  Carry on, love is coming, love is coming to us all.  Where are you going now my love?  Where will you be tomorrow?  Will you bring me happiness?  Will you bring me sorrow?

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #262 – Carry hosted by Michael.

Wizard of Motion Control

I was hired to provide second shift support for a production line, but I was trained on the first shift till they felt that I was ready.  This was a state-of-the-art facility that had a lot of sophisticated equipment in it.  It was a great job and I learned a lot.  A guy that worked there designed this machine that spread a tar like substance on a web where the product was manufactured.  He was a genius and everybody knew this, but this guy was not very well liked and, on my interview, they told me that I had to learn everything that I could from this guy, because I was going to be his replacement.  I liked this guy but he made a mistake, not following a Lock-Out Tag-Out procedure and the Safety Manager had it in for him, but since he was irreplaceable, they had to wait for me to get up to speed with the equipment.

The production line was new and they were still working out some of the program bugs and what they really needed from me was to support this machine that they called a Blotter.  It had a multi-axis Compumotor stepper control system that nobody understood except this genius and although I had worked with similar software, I did not know this.  When I program any machine, I use comments, so I can follow along with what I am doing and this is also helpful for others that may take over the machine after I am done with it.  This program was very cryptic, jumping all over the place through different routines and it contained zero comments.  That is why I called this guy a wizard, because he was able to follow this program and nobody else could.  I finally decided to make a flowchart of what this program was doing at every step it went through, and that allowed me to see why it was doing what it was doing.  I had confidence and I was ready and the wizard was shown the door.  I felt sad, but I was the only guy who actually got along with him.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #261 – Wizard hosted by Michael.

Collapsed During a Tremor

In the ancient Phoenician city of Byblos, there was a sacred pool at the Temple of Baalat Gebal which overlooked the Mediterranean that people went to, so they could wash their feet.  Baalat Gebal is called the lady of Byblos and she is the patroness of the shipbuilders.  Visitors would recite this prayer, “Mother goddess Baalat Gebal, daughter of El, nurturer and bringer of life who blesses us with good fortune.  Oh, queen watch over us and protect the city of Byblos, bestow rain on us and our crops.  Great goddess of love and fertility blessed wife of Baal who rides in the clouds hear my prayer.  Snow white lady with your shining silver blossom, help me to gain the strength and energy so I can honor you.  Give me prosperity, guide me on my path and watch over the ones that I love.”  This sacred pool is said to have healing powers, because of all the prayers that have been said there.

The Temple of Baalat Gebal was filled with Egyptian monuments and inscriptions.  Byblos traded extensively with Egypt, exporting timber and importing papyrus.  The Temple was originally constructed of wooden pillars which supported a grass or reed roof, and it had large stones at the base of its foundation.  Altars and monuments were constructed from precious metals that were dedicated to Baalat Gebal.  Just after the Temple was built, a high wall was constructed around the city, street patterns were established, and storm drainage was laid out, making Byblos one of the earliest towns that was actually planned out.  Several centuries later, the Temple was destroyed by the Amorites, the same group of people that Joshua led his troops against during the extremely long day.  It was later rebuilt by King Yehawmlik, who made a bronze altar and added many gold engravings.

Baalat Gebal has influence over war, love, fertility and the planet Venus.  Baalat Gebal is a sister of Astarte and Asherah.  She was also a wife of the Canaanite, Hittite, Philistine and Phoenician god El and after she bore him daughters, he gave the city of Byblos to her.  Baalat Gebal is known as the Mistress, Lady, or Queen of Byblos.  The Lady of Byblos is thought to be Heavenly, because she descended to Earth from a meteorite that fell from the sky in a blaze of fire.  The meteorite fell into the sacred pool where her temple was built.

The early Phoenician people practiced religious tolerance, which was a most unusual characteristic at that time.  This is seen in the temple that was built to the goddess of the city, as a small house and enclosed yard was set aside for her when they were fishermen and this eventually became a grand temple of rough-hewn stone.  The Phoenicians allowed any visitor to call this feminine deity by whatever name they were comfortable.  Egyptian visitors were allowed, and even encouraged, to call her Hathor, the goddess most similar to Baalat Gebal in the Egyptian pantheon.  Canaanite visitors from other cities could, and did, call her Astarte.  Greeks would later call her Aphrodite, and the Romans, Venus.  All these names were acceptable to the Phoenicians without hesitation.  Gifts from foreign dignitaries have been found in Byblos addressed to one or more of these names.

The first thing you would notice if you went to visit this Temple would be the emerald pool.  The sacred pool is very deep and it is thought to be a portal to the spirit world.  Priests would fling golden idols into the pool as a way of placating the Lady of Byblos when they were in need of rain.  Many people come to bathe in the sacred pool and others come to pray, and there are many stories about the supernatural healing powers and fertility properties that this water is supposed to hold.  People believe that this water symbolizes purity, because instead of coming from a mountain stream, it comes straight from Mother Earth.

The Phoenician goddess Baalat was usually depicted in typical Egyptian dress and she was called the wise old lady of the trees by the Sumerians.  Her naked images were described as being sculpted in a well-endowed fashion holding her life-giving breasts in her hands.  When clothed, she appeared in a stylish matron in a shoulder strapped tight robe sporting an elaborate Egyptian hairstyle.  The Temple of Baalat-Gebal, the first known monument on the coast of Canaan and it was built around 2800 BC.   This large and important temple was rebuilt a number of times, and it remained in use until the Roman period when it was replaced by a Roman style structure.

From the ruins of excavated sites, in the eighth century BC, it is thought that a series of earthquakes simultaneously overwhelmed this area.  The magnitude of these catastrophes has no parallels in modern annals or in the concepts of seismology, as this area was gripped by the shocks which spread ruin from Troy to the valley of the Nile and laid waste to Byblos, destroying civilizations with the perturbations that changed the entire aspect of the known world from Europe to Asia and Africa.  Fire raged, lava flowed, tremors traveled across ancient Phoenicia, as Byblos collapsed during a tremor.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #260 – Tremor hosted by Michael.

On the Road Again

Jake stuck his thumb out on the side of the road waiting for something to emerge from the tunnel up ahead.  He had no particular place to go and he seemed to be in his own private Idaho wearing his hood up, oblivious to the abandoned wrecked cars that were on both sides of the road.  How he didn’t notice that bright light coming from the flying saucer directly overhead, just shows what a spaceman he truly was.  The aliens on the ship called down to him, “Go into the light Jake, we have a surprise for you.”  Jake was perplexed, not about the alien ship, but about how they knew his name.  He said to the aliens, “I heard about you guys and your fondness for proctology instruments and I don’t want any part of that, as mine is an exit only.”

The aliens beamed Jake aboard their ship and told him that no harm would come to him and that he was selected, because they felt he was not living up to his full potential.  They told Jake that he could be so much more that a vagabond that wonders around from place to place and that they could take him to see things that he never even dreamed of.  The only thing was that he would have to agree to be their pet for the rest of his life and then they would take care of his every need.  Jake said, “So you are telling me that you can get me all the dope and girls that I want.”  The aliens shook their heads and said, “No problem and you can have all that and so much more.  If you want a treat to eat, we will get you what ever you desire, but first you must go through some training to learn how to beg properly, as we find humans who can do that to be so cute.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #257 hosted by Michael – Pets – January 9th and for Teresa Grabs Daily Writing Prompt #8 where she asks us to write about aliens.


I sat on the kerb with Herb, or if you are from the US, you might call it the curb, but me being from Brooklyn I spell it as curb, but pronounce it as kerb.  We watched as the lot across the street started burning and we were appalled that someone had started this fire in our neighborhood.  When the police came, Herb started singing, “We didn’t start the fire, it was always burning since the world’s been turning.”  It did not take much of an impulse to trigger Herb into putting on a performance, as he was always willing to take the leap and accommodate a crowd of people, ever since he was the lead Munchkin in a play about the wizard of Oz.

The trees in the lot were bare of leaves and it had been a very dry Summer, so this lot was ripe for a fire.  When it wasn’t so dry, we would see green, orange, puce, and yellow hues, the colors most often associated with earth and nature in this lot, but now all we saw was a brightly lit pall of white smoke showing through the trees and like all boys do, we tried to discern the pattern it was making.  The fume had a strong smell and I am sure that it was dangerous to inhale, but we were lucky as it was not blowing in our direction.  I told Herb that I could see shadow monsters in the smoke as it looked like the head of a dragon leading the smoke up, up and away.  Herb said it looked more like Pegasus because the smoke was pure white.  I started to get hungry, so I said to Herb, “We should go to Pegasus Pizza, because they flat out have the best crust.”

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Impulse, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Play, for the Daily Spur prompt – Performance, for FOWC with Fandango – Accommodate, for Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt – The wizard of Oz, for December Writing Prompts – Shadow monsters, for Ragtag Community – Puce, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Crust Kerb Flat, for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt – Fume where the photo shows a line of leaf-bare trees outlined against a pall of white smoke, brightly lit from within that appears to take the shape of the head of a mythical beast, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #256 hosted by Michael – Trigger and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Leap.

It is What it is

Everybody would like to think that they know what’s going on around them, what remains in their past and what the future might bring, but along the way life happens.  Circumstances exist which become facts of life and we must tolerate things the way they turn out, or at least learn to dealt with them as best we can.  Life is meant to teach us lessons and we must accept what we can’t change.  Try to learn from your mistakes and remember that life will not always hand you everything that you desire.

I lost my car when I spent a weekend in the woods.  My good friend Gary and I decided to go camping in Stokes State forest, which has a breathtaking and panoramic view from Sunrise Mountain along the Appalachian Trail, but we did not go there for the view, we went to party.  We packed our sleeping bags, brought a hibachi grill, got a cooler loaded with cold beer and rib eye steaks.  I drove up route 206 in my car, but I was not as much of an outdoor enthusiast as Gary was, and this was his idea of having fun, but he was always fun to be around, so I knew we would have a good time.

We smoked some joints at the campsite and sat around listening to music and drinking beer.  Three girls heard our music and they came by to say hello and our weekend was looking up.  Betty was a brunette and her younger sister Patty was a blonde and their cousin Debbie was a redhead.  We sat around the camp fire talking and drinking beer with them, shared our steaks and when it got dark, they said that they needed to go back to their campsite to check in with their parents.  I suggested that we drive them back, so we would know where they were and then we could visit them tomorrow.

There was no moon out that night and it got pitch dark out there in the woods and we got lost.  Gary was a hunter and used to being in the wilderness, so he suggested that we turn off the music so we could concentrate on finding our way, as the girls said they were camped along the river.  With the music off we could hear the sound of rushing water getting louder, so we knew that we were heading in the right direction.  We saw a campfire and the girls were happy that we got them back to where they needed to be.  Each one gave us a kiss good night.

We headed back to our camp, but again we got lost in the woods because it was so dark and maybe we drank too many beers, or smoked too much pot.  At some point along the way, my car went off the trail and we were riding through the trees, scraping into tree branches, running over bushes and bouncing off of tree trunks.  My car was taking a real beating, but we kept going as we were determined to find our way back to are camp.  We got stuck up against a tree and I told Gary to get out and push, so I could shake my car loose.  Gary told me to put it in reverse to back off of the tree and that worked.  Gary got back in and shortly after he screamed, “Stop”, which I did.  I asked what he was yelling about and then I saw that I had almost driven off of a cliff and I was glad for his warning.

We finally made it back to our camp site and called it a night.  The next day I saw all these dents and scratches in my car and we laughed about it.  We never saw the girls again and when we ran out of beer, we packed up and went back home and that is my fun weekend spent in the woods, as it is what it is.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #255 hosted by Michael – Weekend story.


The advertisement says, “With Kohl’s Cash, it’s like getting paid to shop!  Earn $10 Kohl’s Cash for every $50 spent.”  Kohl’s is always running a sale, because they want shoppers to buy things and the more shoppers they get, the more profit they make and this is how Capitalism works, as this economic system is dominated by self-expanding wealth.  My point is that if you have to spend your own money, then it is not the same thing as getting paid and if you took a course in Economics it is easy to know that there is a difference between spending and earning.  This branch of social science focuses on the production, distribution, and consumption of goods and services.

I went to Kohl’s last night to buy myself a pair of slippers and I had planned on using my Kohl’s Cash to pay for the slippers, but when I went to the check out, I was told that my Kohl’s cash had already expired.  It took me a month of waiting time after a $250 purchase that I made to get my $50 Kohl’s Cash, but I did not know that this Kohl’s Cash would expire a month later.  It can only be used after the redemption period has opened up and before the redemption period closes, so you can only use it in a narrow window.  Apparently, they only want to reward those repeat customers who will shop there all the time, so I had to pay $16 for my slippers, which was not that bad of a deal, as they were on sale.  I enjoy shopping at Kohl’s, because it is close to where I live and the store is always very clean.  It can look messy at times with people knocking stuff off the shelves and leaving it there, but their floors are always sparkling clean.

Anyway, I got outside last night and I got to see all the Christmas lights around the neighborhood on display, and some were really beautiful.  It brought back memories of when I went with my nephew and his family to see the Christmas Light Show in Clemons, NC called the Tanglewood Park Festival of Lights, which has more than a million twinkling lights located around a golf course that you drive through over four miles of country road.  Some of the interactive displays play festive music that you can enjoy.  This is the largest holiday light display in the entire Southeast and it is a great way to spend time with your family over the Christmas holiday season.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #254 hosted by Michael – Christmas story.

Now What

Jack climbed up the beanstalk to reach the magic castle and the giant greeted him and asked Jack if he wanted to invest in bitcoins.  Jack told the friendly giant that he had no idea what bitcoins were, or where he would even put them.  The giant told Jack that he would not need a wallet or a purse to store his bitcoins in, as they are digital and that all he would get is a long string of 34 letters and numbers and these 34 characters would consist of random digits made out of uppercase and lowercase letters, however the uppercase letter “O”, uppercase letter “I”, lowercase letter “l”, and the number “0” were never used to prevent visual ambiguity.  Jack said that he always had problems discerning uppercase letter “O” with the number “0” and that he could see the uppercase letter “I” being mistaken for lowercase letter “l”, but he had no idea what he could do with these bitcoins.

The giant told Jack that would be up to him as here in the magic castle their only concern was validating all the transactions.  The giant said that they make chains of data that validate the bitcoin that you decide to send to somebody, and that they ensure that it hasn’t already been sent to someone else.  The bitcoin address is the key, as it keeps a record of all of your transactions, and therefore it knows your balance.  The whole world can see this sequence of 34 characters; thus, it is known as your “public key”, but the good news is that you also get another corresponding “private key” that consists of another string of 64 letters and numbers.  The two keys are related, but there’s no way that anyone can figure out your private key from just having your public key.  If you decide to use your bitcoins you will need to get bitcoin software on your computer or smartphone and have internet access so that you’re your bitcoin address can be “signed” with your private key.  The program will spit out a digital signature, for us to use so we can validate your transaction.  The giant said that this pretty simple method was the way of the future.

Jack acknowledged that he was able to follow what the giant was telling him, but he told the giant that he still had no idea what he could use the bitcoins for.  The giant told Jack that he would be getting to that, but first they needed to discuss the hash function.  Jack told the giant that he was no novice at smoking hash and that he just did a bowl of some black opiated Pakistani before he climbed up the beanstalk to get to the magic castle.  The giant said that is great, but the hash that he wanted to discuss produces a “hash function”, which is a complex math equation that reduces any amount of text or data to 64-character string.  This particular data will confirm that your transaction has not been tampered with as each block of data, includes a hash that links back to the previous block and this is what makes the Bitcoin virtually tamper-proof.

The giant told Jack that the bitcoin is a cryptocurrency and that it only exists online and that he could use it to buy or sell items from people and companies that accept bitcoin as payment.  The giant said that for each bitcoin transaction, a computer owned by a bitcoin “miner” must solve a difficult mathematical problem.  The miner then receives a fraction of a bitcoin as a reward.  The system functions around the clock and it doesn’t care where or to whom you send the money.  Jack told the giant that he was not interested in bitcoins and all this information was making him sleepy and then he asked the giant if he wanted to sell that goose which he saw outside of the magic castle.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #253 hosted by Michael – magic castle fairy tale.