This is week 34 of the Saturday Wordzzle challenge. Anyone new to the process can refer back here to find out how it works.
This week we have a new participant who doesn't have her own blog, so I have posted her submission below my vanity wordzzle in a separate color. I haven't read it yet, but I know she has gone political. I pretty much controlled myself this week. Only a tiny little bit of politics. Special thanks to Melli for next week's words and to Chatty for this week's. My young friend Shannon has given me four or five for a future week. She spent some time with me today while her father ran some errands, so I didn't have much time to write or proof-read. Not sure I have made any sense. Also, there's a big black line in the middle of everything. I don't know where it came from and I can't seem to make it go away. Sorry about that.
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The words for this week's ten word challenge were: bluebottle, puppy love, livid, misanthrope, torrid, apathy, erudite, catalyst, hockey puck, parakeet And for the Mini Challenge: totalitarian, moronic, boondoggle, tycoon, insipid
Here's my ten-word offering for this week:
Bluebottle, Hortense Hooligan’s great dane, was in the grips of a desperately torrid and literal case of puppy love for the neighbor’s beautiful, golden-haired Irish Setter. He alternated between tragic apathy and the canine version of hysteria whenever he saw her. The catalyst of this passion, alas, gave him no more attention than a duck hunter would have given to a parakeet. Hortense’s erudite but misentrhopic neighbor was not amused by this tragic case of unrequited love and complained to everyone within earshot about the dog’s noisy love-lorn behavior. Hortense, for her part, could not contain her scorn for this lack of compassion. “That man is a hockey puck,” she whispered to the poor lovelorn Bluebottle. “Don’t you pay any attention to him.”
And here's my mini challenge:
The insipid moronic George W. Bush made a boondoggle disaster out of everything he laid his hand to, from wars to economic devastation for a once great nation. All the greedy tycoons who fed like pigs at the trough of his generous tax breaks were now dining from another trough. As for civil liberties, Mr. Bush seemed quite comfortable dismissing the Constitution and the law and operating like the dictator of a totalitarian nation. The worst shame of it was that the Congress and the nation let him do it.
And the mega challenge:
Anna Norden doesn’t have her own blog so I’ve agreed to post her contribution here. She did the mega this week.
Parable of Rooster Paulson
Rooster Paulson began to swagger around the barnyard. “The sky is falling. The sky is falling,” he crowed with aplomb. No one paid much attention to his gloomy prognostications since it was just such hyperbole that had been the catalyst for a series of disastrous policies in the past. Everyone remembered how rooster’s best buddy, Bluebottle Bushton had frightened everyone to death with his overblown stories about the evildoers who lived in
A pack of mercenary juvenile raccoons had been recruited for the odious task of “teaching them a lesson”. The motley platoon was given a generous disbursement of oats and vegetable scraps in exchange for making nightly raids. After five years of unprecedented cruelty and plunder, the residents of the barnyard were livid with the toll that this boondoggle had exacted on their community and deeply saddened about the casualties and displacement they had visited on their neighbors.
The trouble was that everyone was preoccupied with their own lives. So even though they were well aware of Bottlenose’s misanthropic impulses and suspected that this new scheme was deeply flawed, the animals plodded along, noses to the ground, desperately trying to keep their respective broods healthy and intact.
Effusey Goosey was up to her downy wings with the juvenile antics of Barbette. What started out as innocent puppy love with Zander’s second gander, Elvis, had hastily ripened into a torrid affair. Meanwhile, Sogsy Hogsy had lapsed into supplementing his rations with too much overripe fruit to remain effective in debunking unscrupulous gambits and refereeing family squabbles.
There was an ominous pall that descended on the barnyard. A breakaway group of sheep gathered on the hill. Deeply suspicious of “presugared slops” in the ”hedges”, they stood by their parsimonious principles. Like a Choros of ancients, they brayed, “eeeeeeet as you go. Reeeeeep what you sow.”
Rooster Paulson strutted pompously across the fields, shrieking his apocalyptic rhetoric. The ever moronic Bottlenose spouted insipid aphorisms meant to reassure the masses.
Zenny Henny was so flummoxed by this display that she screeched, “For clucking out loud. I am so mad. I could hit him over his cockscomb with a hocky puck. She bewailed the barnyard’s incremental slide into tyranny as they had been defrauded of their winter grain by a cabal of treacherous tycoons and profligate players. She concluded by reminding her neighbors that “everyone does better when everyone does better.”
I t certainly wasn’t because of apathy or resignation that the situation had degenerated to its current distressed state. 80% of the denizens of Brown’s barn were convinced that Paulson’s plan would be another crackpot move that would ultimately drive the barnyard into destitution. A representative group was quickly dispatched to consult the venerable council of crows.
The erudite council deliberated for 3 days and 3 nights. When they emerged, they told the story of how a deranged misanthrope had brought about a millennia of totalitarianism in the avian dactyl era. Memory, the Matriarch Mariah warned, is deceptive, because it is colored by today’s events. She paused for a moment, then observed that an empty stomach is not a good political adviser. Everyone returned home to a hearty meal and reconvened on the new moon. The forest clearing was in an uproar. No one knew what to do to preserve the sanctity of the barn. As usual, there were various positions fervently espoused by inspired individuals and devoted sects. The koan that emerged from the grand council was that “ everything should be as simple as it is, but not simpler.” The animals scampered back to the barn to digest the events of the evening. They tended to their business, inhaled the salty autumn nights for a fortnight and reassembled under the luminous full moon. A group of proselytizing goats, intoxicated with homilies of an itinerant cleric, insisted that the end times were near. They dug their hooves into the pliant ground and petitioned the group to repent. A penetrating “caw” deftly subdued the evangelistic faction. “Nonsense.” Katerina Crow flapped her thick black wings in rebuttal. Once we accept our limits, we can go beyond them. The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.
There would be many restless nights spent beneath the flicker of the dangling bulb and the animals would gather daily to deliberate about the crows’ council and the barnyard’s common plight.
Meanwhile, a neon green parakeet loosed from the main house trailed a ticker that insipidly proclaimed “mission accomplished.”
Next episode: colony collapse comes to Farmer Brown’s.
This story is based on actual events and the characters are inspired by real life persons.
Many thanks to Melli for next week’s words.
Next Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: blinking, cellulite, crescent, ship-shape, homonym, suffering, packer, wind chime, scissors, necklace
Mini Challenge: static, floppy hat, penguin, cinnamon, alphabetical
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