Not far away the townspeople gather at the monthly fair on the bay, laughing and buying hot fried foods and hand made crafts.  The weather is lovely after such a harsh winter, and the ladies are as scantily clad as modesty and the sun permits.  With him is his dead cat Mingo, who is fond of the rabbit in spite of his many shortcomings.  There is a live band which, the bunny is thinking, sucks.  He is down among the dead again and is oblivious to the lure of souvenirs, kids, fatty foods, and just being with others outside.  Most everything being sold is junk from his point of view and even the brass knuckles are so much poorly made expensive thuggery that he could easily make himself.  If only he would admit that he is drawn to conviviality as a moth is to flame!

   This is a Lancejakk Marauder by Jacob Mace.         https://www.deviantart.com/jacob-mace

  Daniel Boone I ain't.

  I stood on a precipice, and below it was the total abnegation of self.  Leap into giving up.  Art and music are not for you.  You are running out of time, why continue?  The moon in it's feline aspect approves of this action, he hates me.  I also misdrew him and that does not help.  Then Monster broke the rules and crossed the bridge and appeared in my hands.  No, he purred, keep trying.  I miss him so much, he stayed with me until I woke up a few seconds later.  The moon has always blamed me for Monster's murder, it happened on his watch.  I guess I will keep trying. For now. It sure was good to hold you again. You showed up one day in the pasture, skinny and demanding to be fed.  We has six years of love, and never a cross moment with each other.  When the time came that I had to make the call, I thought I would die of sorrow.  Disport with joy in your new fields, and then I shall come and we will cr...

J arvis stretched himself as luxuriously as he could in the cramped general quarters of the Ares . "Air you can breathe!" he exulted. "It feels as thick as soup after the thin stuff out there!" He nodded at the Martian landscape stretching flat and desolate in the light of the nearer moon, beyond the glass of the port. The other three stared at him sympathetically—Putz, the engineer, Leroy, the biologist, and Harrison, the astronomer and captain of the expedition. Dick Jarvis was chemist of the famous crew, the Ares expedition, first human beings to set foot on the mysterious neighbor of the earth, the planet Mars. This, of course, was in the old days, less than twenty years after the mad American Doheny perfected the atomic blast at the cost of his life, and only a decade after the equally mad Cardoza rode on it to the moon. They were true pioneers, these four of the Ares . Except for a half-dozen moon expeditions and the ill-fated de Lancey flight aimed at...

Once, there was a tree… And she loved a little boy. And every day the boy would come And he would gather her leaves And make them into crowns and play king of the forest. He would climb up her trunk And swing from her branches And eat apples And they would play hide-and-go-seek. And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade. And the boy loved the tree… very much! And the tree was happy. But time went by, And the boy grew older. And the tree was often alone. Then, one day, the boy came to the tree and the tree said: “Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy!” “I am too big to climb and play,” said the boy. “I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money?” “I’m sorry,” said the tree, “but I have no money. I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in city. Then you will have money and you’ll be happy.” And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her a...