Thanksgiving Inspiration

Sorry for the second post, guys, but I just couldn’t resist.

I was sitting through a piano concert of my two sisters when I happened to look down. Scary, huh? Just wait– it gets better. By my chair was a newspaper, folded up. On it, three words popped out at me: Sword (part of “Crossword”), Crypt (part of “Cryptogram”) and Prince (part of the headline “Princess”). As I read those words, this sentence popped into my head: “Prince found in crypt with sword.” That could be a headline in my story, which conveniently features a Prince. Oooh… and he just escaped from an endless amount of subterranean basement levels. Perfect!

Oh, and I was thinking the other day– what a shock!– Why did all the reindeer love Rudolph (which is the worst name ever– Boswick is so much better) after he ousted the previous leader with the help of his cold, red nose? I mean, that would have made the other guys mad, don’t you think? Would you love someone who just said, “I have a shiny, red nose!” and was immediately promoted into your job, while you were pushed down to second place? Or, with double pairings of reindeer, possibly third? I know I wouldn’t. Now, maybe reindeer really aren’t as smart as we all think they are, and are happy with an apple. I won’t say what I was thinking, about why they would love Rudolph, in particular.

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  1. Gwendolyn Copperstone

     /  November 25, 2011

    That sounds like a great headline!
    And Boswick is way better than Rudolph.

    • Yes, but what do you think about the reindeer demotion?

      • Gwendolyn Copperstone

         /  November 25, 2011

        Oh yes, totally unfair. If I had a shiny red nose all I would get is weird looks from people who thought that I was breaking a fashion code.
        Oh, and I accidentally commented as Robin on your quick post.

      • Gwendolyn Copperstone

         /  November 25, 2011

        That should say Quirk post.

      • Got it. Thanks.

  2. The only thing I have against Rudolph is the song. Erg, I get it stuck in my head every year.


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