Thanks (or not) to a full-time job, the boss is busy working through a smorgasbord of tasks. Linda’s got blogging commitments and JJ’s off doing a favor for a friend. Guess who’s in charge of posting today? Yeah, good ol’ Rey. Like I’m a P.I. and a sometimes actress, not a bleepin’ writer!
Mind you, when I was a kid, there was a spell when I wanted to be one. I actually did do some writing, but the actress in me took over and acted out the characters’ stories. <LMAO> There was a short one, though, that was really kinda cool: Penelope the Pretty Pony. Let’s see if I can remember some of it.
Pretty Penelope the Highland Pony didn’t like walking in circles all day long, but she loved the children who sat on her back. Even when her legs were smarting, their smiles and giggles warmed her heart.
And Auntie Melanie’s Menagerie wasn’t bad. There was a large field to wander through when she wasn’t working, lots of grain and carrots, and the people that worked there were nice . . . everyone except Mean Old Marcus. He didn’t seem to like anyone.
Penelope had lots of friends, like Sassy and Simco, who were usually trailing around behind. There was also Gerry the Goat and Larry Lamb. A few days ago, though, Larry disappeared. The farmyard animals talked about it and realized Marcus was the last one to see him.
Yeah, I remember that story now. It got a bit sad there. When my mom found it, she ordered a rewrite. “Where’s your head at? It has to have a happy ending, Reynalda.” Mom and I’d always had a strange relationship. Actually, I think JJ called it “estranged”. Whatever.
If I’m stuck posting again this weekend, I’ll share stuff about my acting career. That’ll brighten up your day.
Cheers!
The Writer's Grab-Bag 