“May I introduce to you the King Of Silly.
To whom you always must bow willy nilly”
“And every time to him you address
Our Royal King… as “Your Sillyness!”

The Kingdom wasn’t always silly you see
It used to be as sad as any could be
Then our King one day passed a decree
“ALL subjects must at once be quite SILLY!”

Well many found it easy to be
As silly as…well as silly as he
But some like Mr. Perious
Had a difficult time not being serious

The King sent his envoy over to meet
With Mr. Perious living on Somber Street
But it didn’t take long to correct his woes
With huge orange shoes and a big red nose

Then there was the librarian named Miss Proper
She was always serious and we couldn’t stop her
A simple solution was a feather dress
That constantly tickled…everywhere you could guess

So the Kingdom was peopled with the silliest kind
That had never a serious thought on their mind
We were all happy telling jokes and singing a song
That is…until YOU came along!

GET SILLY!

Wally the worm’s North end was arguing with his South end about which way to go. When they both tried to go in different directions at the same time it would stretch Wally’s length almost double. It was a slimming activity but it actually hurt, plus the whole Wally wasn’t going ANYWHERE!
Then the North end of Wally decided to curve to the left and of course, the South end wanted to go…you guessed it….right!
After seven circles both ends realized that neither was getting anywhere again.
“Ok” Wally North said “How about if we go straight left for twenty seconds and then we can go straight right for twenty seconds?”
“Yeah…OK….but me first!” Demanded South.
“Whatever!” hurummphed Wally’s North end.
But after forty seconds Wally was back EXACTLY where he started.
“We’ve got to compromise if we intend to go ANYWHERE!” exclaimed North end.
“Hmmm” …was all that South end could utter but deep inside he knew North was right.
“OK” South said reluctantly what do we do to get to the mulch pile?”
“I know the way so I’ll take the lead and you can drive the back so that we don’t get whiplash!”
Well, South had to admit that it WAS a plan and he really wanted to get to that mulch pile so he agreed.
And that’s how Wally worm, both the North AND the South of him made a straight line to the mulch pile although South end always referred to it as the “MUNCH pile” which always made North end laugh.

A hummingbird was humming around

Making his smooth humming sound

While the canary was singing

Dulcet tones his throat bringing

Neither aware that the other’s around

Then the hummingbird sat on a limb

And the canary looked over at him

“Pardon me Chum Aren’t you the guy that can hum?”

“Yes and you’re the bird that sings on a whim!”

The canary felt somewhat dumb

Admitting that he wished he could hum

“Well I have no choice

I’ve no singing voice…

Oh I wish that I could sing some!”

“I’ll teach you to hum if you teach me to sing”

“Yes think of the joy we could both bring!”

So they each gave some lessons

But ended confessin’

That neither had learned anything!

“I guess I must do and I guess you must too…

Be happy for the talent we’ve got”

“So I’ll sing in the Spring”…

“And I’ll hum everything”…

“Can we be someone else?

“I guess not!”

HELLO…Hello…hello…said Echo from the cave

She couldn’t but she wanted to… add a little wave

She also had to always….stay hidden from the view

And never ever speak unless she was spoken to

Though she lived in canyons, chambers and some far off hills

She never started conversations about her life on rocks and rills

Her role was to wait silently…of this she wasn’t fond

Because she had to hold her voice and only could respond

But Echo has a secret that she will never share

She whistles, yells and shouts a lot when no one else is there

“The chill has come to Norwich too soon this year. I suppose the pond will freeze and the geese will skate into their landings, although I don’t believe geese get embarrassed do they?”
“The blues and greens of our garden view are turning to greys and browns so quickly. Why must colors of spring and summer explode in fall only to disappear in winter?”
“We are so frail. Our temperate comfort window is so small and our earth thermometer so vast that it may seem as though we do not really belong here.”
“I suppose we all ask questions beyond our capacity to comprehend the answers if indeed there are answers. But I would be most interested to hear your reasoning on these points that I have covered. I shall be silent and give full attention to your expository.”
But Clyde, faithful companion for thirteen years was sleeping soundly, dreaming whatever dreams that romp through the mind of a Golden Retriever.

THE STORY GAME by Russ McKay (aka…sillygrandpa)

Six sets (of six items each) from which the author needs to select 6 single items (one in each catagory) and then write a short story including those subjects seleted by rolling a die each time.

Catagory One …PROTAGONIST

1.Young Girl
2.Young Boy
3.A Dragon
4.A cardboard Box
5.An ant
6.A disappearing kitten

Catagory Two…ANTAGONIST

1.A Snake
2.A Mosquito
3.Hurricaine
4.Crazy Cartoon come to life
5.Runaway Train
6.A Grandpa

Catagory Three…SETTING

1.A Pond
2.The Dessert
3.A Cave
4.An Island
5.City Park
6.A Carnival

Catagory Four…TIME

1.1865
2.1925
3.2200
4.Midnight
5.4th of July
6.New Years Eve

Catagory Five…NUMBER OF CHARACTERS

1.Two
2.Six
3.A Thousand and One
4.Five
5.Twelve
6.Thirteen

Catagory Six…TYPE OF STORY

1.Happy
2.Scary
3.Silly (my favorite)
4.A Little Sad
5.Narration
6.Third Person

Story doesn’t have to be long (but must include all categories.)

“OLLIE….now try to stay awake son it’s only early evening!”
“(yawn)…Gee Mom…I wanna take a nap…..(yawn)”
“We’re HOOT owls son and we sleep during the day and hunt and eat and, well, do most everything at night.”
But Ollie was already asleep. His Mom nudged him back awake…”If you didn’t stay up all day chatting with those crows and hawks and all those “other” birds, you’d be able to do your chores and learn how to be a proper Hoot owl. Do I have to get your Father to fly back here and speak to you?”
“Ah….No Mom….I’ll…..be…..fine….ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ….” And Ollie was back fast asleep.
Ollie’s Mom just rolled her huge owl eyes and flew out of the tree to look for food as she did every evening.
Mom and Dad Hoot owl were out almost until sunrise while Ollie slept peacefully in the hollow tree dreaming about his beautiful green valley where he lived. He didn’t understand what all the fuss was about…almost every other animal in the valley slept at night and besides, at night you couldn’t even tell that the valley WAS green!
When Ollie told his Mom and Dad that all of his friends slept at night they said “But they aren’t Owls like us! Get some owl friends Ollie maybe you’ll be able to straighten out your horrid sleeping habits!”

Ollie did have to admit that the sun hurt his eyes quite a bit on really sunny days. He much preferred cloudy days and he also had to confess that he COULD see even tiny objects far away on totally moonless nights. He was sure he really WAS a Hoot owl even though some of his bird friends suggested that he might not be.
Ollie wanted to please his parents and he was proud to be a genuine Hoot owl but did wish that he could sleep at night at least on weekends. The next day Ollie tossed and turned in the nest trying to sleep but the chirping and daytime sounds of the valley were keeping him awake. His Mom put earplugs in Ollie’s ears and also fashioned a blindfold out of some mulberry leaves and that DID help some but Ollie still wanted to be out in the daylight having fun with his non owl friends.

It took weeks of trying before Ollie could sleep through the afternoon but he would still be the first one up each day and make lots of noises trying to wake his parents to keep himself from feeling lonely.
Eventually Ollie adjusted to the standard owl sleeping routine just as he became old enough to leave the home tree and strike out on his own.

And also one night he met Olivia, a very pretty Hoot owl from the far end of the green valley who was also striking out on her own. They would stay up all night talking and Ollie would tell Olivia about how the valley looked during the day and about all of his old friends that were awake all day long. But they both agreed that it was better and very natural to live a proper owl life…and so they did!

But occasionally, especially on weekends Ollie and Olivia WOULD stay up all day long!

Is there really a guy named Jack Frost?
Whose job it is to crisscross
The northern states all
At the end of the fall
Making sure that summer is lost

I can see that he’s been around
In the morning I look on the ground
If there’s lots of white
He came by last night
But who knows where he can be found?

I don’t really believe in him
I think it’s just somebody’s whim
I mean where does he go?
Is the next guy Jack Snow?
His existence seems rather dim

Mom says it’s just an old tale
That he coats every hill and each dale
But I’d ensure early spring
When Jack Thaw does his thing
I’d put that Jack Frost in jail!

He didn’t mind being cold…frozen even, but Sammy the Sad Snowball wanted to be more than just temporary winter sports ammunition.
“Maybe I could be part of a great snow sculpture or even part of a snowman or snow-woman, although I’ve never seen one of those.”
“Those were kind hands that shaped me into what I am today, and by the way, I do feel lucky that I wasn’t thrown at someone and maybe hurt them as I hit!”
“But I just have the feeling that I could be something more important, more helpful, part of something big and wonderful.”
Sammy was just sitting there, along the side of the park pathway when a warm knitted gloved hand lifted him up and caressed him, rounding him even more than he had been.
He was then carried over to the newly dedicated Memorial statue of a soldier and a cannon that was covered in snow.
“What a great statue ” thought Sammy. “Someone made that with their hands just as I was made. Of course bronze isn’t snow but the method is kinda similar.”
Then Sammy was gently placed down on the top of the base of the statue where he had a good view of the soldier and the cannon and of all of Main Street and the people.
Then an older couple came up to look at where Sammy was. They brushed off lots of snow from the soldier and the cannon and then stepped back to view the newly revealed sculpture.
The woman said to the man “Isn’t it a nice tribute to the soldiers?”
Then the man replied…”My yes…and so creative too. I think the best part is how someone used a single real snowball to represent the cannonball. It makes the whole tribute just perfect!”