Monday, October 26, 2009

Swings and autumn leaves

May we please please pretty please go to the park today?
Well, Okay. But you be good rats, you two.
We are being good, we're just playing in the leaves.
Hey! A swingset!
Wait up, guys!
Nya nya, there's only one swing and it's ours.
Yes, all of ours.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Food Fight

Ok, now this is on the poetry bus, I just have to apologise for utterly misleading all of you, because how can it be I have 'no time at all' to sit and consider and write poetry, and then I sit on the bus, the regular bus, going from errand to errand around town, dreaming not of death and strange films but of what one can do with cheap plastic figures, and I get home and play with my toys? where are my priorities??? So forgive me. On the bus for real next week, I promise! As long as it's not Plath...Marguerite! I'm not finding anything to eat here. Are you sure this is where the humans keep their food?
Keep looking, Harold. The humans come over here all the time when they're feeding.

Hey, over here. Now this is where they keep the good stuff.

Open it! There's chocolate pudding inside, I know it!
I'm trying, I'm trying!
Let's try it from here.
You lower me down and I'll open the door.

C'mon, a little lower!

Ack! Harold! I can't hold on!
My little arms are too short!

Just a minute more, Marguerite. I've almost got it.

Maybe we should find something else to eat tonight. I'm just not a tool-using species.


Bon travail les matelots! Le tresor est à nous, et ces gros fainants mangeurs de foin à terre nourrient les poissons se soir.

Hissent-le sur les épaules et cap au repaire! Un mesure de rhum pour tout et chaqun.
Oui, Monsieur le Captaine Redde!

Ahh, c'est ça ma belle. Si crémeux. Si raffiné.
Mettez-la sur l'assiette, qu'on mange comme il faut.

Psst! Harold! What's that over there?
Is it a mountain of whipped cream and puff pastry?
It is! It is!
Looks like dinner to me.
Let's go! RRRrAAAAAArrrrr

Oh, Harold, I just love it when you roar. It's so frightening!
Eh? Mais que est-ce que ç'est, ça?
Garde à vous, matelots!

Get em, Harold!
Ouf. Bah.

Victory to the strongest! Give up, or we will eat you!
Je me rends.
mmmm, Harold, you're my hero.



Eh! I can't see! Hahaha
Oh no! I'm being attacked! Help!
Final score:
Pirates 0; Tyrannosaurs 1; Cats 1

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Bunny in Bruges

This is our hotel room in Bruges, Belgium. It's on a boat! I guess that's why there are life jackets in every room. I hope I'm not expected to wear one the whole time I'm here.
Here's a tour boat getting ready for a tour of the canals.
Like anywhere in Europe, there's big statuary everywhere.
I must be getting famous...
A flea market! Let's go!
There are pink rabbits waiting to be rescued there, I just know there are. I can hear them squeaking.

And I was right.
This is Emily and her little bunnies.
Thank you so much, sir for rescuing us from the mean Flea Market Man! He kept us in a cardboard box and tried to sell us!
My pleasure, Emily. It's the least I could do.
Take care, now!