Thanks for joining me as we relive a golden era of storytelling from the early years of the Atomic Age.
I never was any good at this. — Ponyard Kipling
Habitual Praise
“Drill, baby, drill,” chanted Black Woodpecker, “with my bill, baby, bill.”
Friday Blues
Wooly Hare stopped for lunch at the diner. “Some days it seems as though work will never end.”
Guns and Butter
Sharp-shinned Hawk left the council meeting in disgust. War was coming, even if he be the one to start it.
No Violations
“Convention dictates,” Bechstein’s Bat said, “that what happens in Geneva, stays in Geneva.”
Truly Media
Rock Hyrax signed the contract grudgingly; it wasn’t what he really wanted but, it would get his message to the masses.
Keep of the Grass
Garter Snake panted heavily. “Normally I cut across the park, but I hate living a cliché.”
Never forget…
Swift Fox knelt on the grass and touched the stone. ” I remember you. Today. And every day.”
