A Quilly Story - Don't Mess with the Faires

Today's Link
Smart Mommy

Today's Saying
No child but must remember laying his head in the grass, staring into the infinitesimal forest and seeing it grow populous with fairy armies. ~Robert Louis Stevenson

Today's Picture
When we took the Moms to Vegas

It is Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story. The words are bacchante, queachy & jibber. Click on a word for a definition.
Note the story contains the words of this weeks Raven's Maxi challenge and one quivel has the words for a mini.

And Now - Don't Mess with the Faires

Carol sat in her tiny pretend office that had been created by placing partition after partition in what had been the big cartography room back when the Green Power Company owned the building and let her imagination run wild. Instead of working on the article about a serial killer who always left his autograph she dreamed of roasting marshmallows over a roaring fire and drinking gallons of beer. Soon, however, reality struck and she finished the article , entered it into the computer, and left for home.
Carol knew in her heart that only the Great God Bacchus was her salvation from all of this. Lovingly she took her robes from the closet and dressed as a true Bacchante. Looking at her mirror image she knew Baccus would be pleased. She took from the desk drawer the legendary liturgy for the day and placed it in the gorgeous red folder worthy of carrying such power and truth. She knew it was the right folder when she saw it last Saturday in the Poet’s Corner book store. Finally she put her cell phone on the table as she was sure that she did not want anything to disturb her worship. Then she went off down the highway to the perfect secluded spot she had found . Here no one would bother her.
The place was perfect. She marked the special spot. She would for most of the litany stay behind that spot. It was required! But at the moment when everything reached its climax she would fall forward beyond the spot thrashing and wiggling on the ground, begging Bacchus to enter and take control of her.
She took the liturgy from the folder and began. She leaped and twirled and chanted obscure Latin phrases that sounded like Big Mac, Big Mac, Big Mac. She saw herself as a panther moving with both speed and grace but always chanting.
Suddenly the ground beneath the chanting Bacchante became queachy. It was not so just a moment ago. Perhaps, the God Bacchus had heard her intonations .and was now responding. Now the ground became even more queachy and she was afraid the trembling and movement would cause her to fall. She did not wish to jibber but rather to continue the litany to the end. Her original excitement, however, was beginning to turn to fear. In all her years over all her litanies nothing like this had ever happened. Several times near the end of a very long litany she had begun to tremble but never before had the earth below her feet been so inclined..
So she decided that to jibber was the best course of action. She stopped her chanting, put the litany back in the gorgeous red folder, and started off for home. Instantly the ground ceased to feel queachy. She hoped that Bacchus would forgive her.
As they saw her leaving the fairy army breathed a sigh of relief. It had taken all their magic to move the earth and they were tired. But it had worked. They knew that at the end of the litany she would have thrown herself forward onto the ground and thus would have crushed their fairy village. They were glad they didn’t have to resort to plan B and turn her into a bush.

And of course with Quilly's words comes the required quivel. Remember to write quivel you must write something that looks like a poem, any style , but is so bad that if it was printed in a book of poetry a true poetic zoilist would tear it out and burn it.

The End-Possibly
Poet’s corner now I spy
It has no place for such as I.

The bacchante will be back
Set her eyes on a Big Mac
Jibber Jabber if you must
Her panther I wouldn’t trust
Legendary though it be
Queachy stomach it gives me
Hold my cell phone up high
For animal control I try


Jibber
hitonious
Jabber

Queachy
Winter Ground
Forever

Bacchante
Alone Again
Together

Drink O Drink my bacchante dear
The end, this end always clear
Your queachy liver no longer pure
Cirrhosis alone is trully sure

News from Pigeon Falls

The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
After school last night Tammy and Tommy UK hiked out to Gordon’s Crossing. There were marks in the snow that started about thirty feet from the track and then went to the track where they stopped. Tommy told Tammy that those were the kind of marks that the white rabbit used to leave. But how did it get to the starting point? There are no tire tracks or any other tracks at all. Now it could have left by riding down the tracks and thus leaving no tracks but how did it get there ? If it was the white rabbit how did it get out of the museum ? Now they had more questions and no answers.
Tommy wanted to look at the white rabbit but by the time they hiked back into town the museum was closed. Which was probably good because they both had homework to do.
Eino has a theory as to how the u-tube stuff got on the video. The camera was wireless and sends its information to a receiver that puts it into the recorder. Somehow somebody using u-tube ended up on the same frequency and thus the recording. Now he was going to hard wire the camera so that wouldn’t happen again.

Wrap UP

The sun really came out for a little while tofay but it didn't get really warm. It is supposed to snow on Saturday so this is just another tease. I visited every blog that I knew had a Quilly story and left comments. I worked up the pictures of Pizza making for the website.I visited all of the blogs that left comments yesterday. And I did some reading. Betty cleaned up the back yard. Now I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA

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