blows on you and watches your seeds blow off in the wind looking for a place to land and grow more clocks.

whoooooooosssssshhhhh...

comes by again later, and sees baby clock plants. Old Mother Hubbard is out in her garden whining because nothing but clocks has sprouted.

that Old Mother Hubbard is quite the whinger.

how nice and soft you are.

I probably was before moggsoceanlane scattered me to the wind.

ah well, in this reality, you can be scattered to the wind and also still whole, all at once.

you have a good point. Softness!

giggles, and starts counting petals.

that could take some time! www.fabiovisentin.com/ph...

Mouse had wondered where her mealworm tea had gotten to.

Figured it could take some time, but figured she needed to take some time to just loose her mind, as it's been playing her up lately.

patting her pockets. I'm sure I've got that tea around here somewhere. Unless JigmeDatse used it to blow their mind?

that it is unnecessary. I'm only here for telling the time, after all.

time is just being obstinate for the sake of it.

it is a good thing I a woman, then, hmmm.

firework sounds! Back soon!

that was odd. Already gone. Accidental fireworks?

where we were...

where we were...

the fireworks affected plurk.

ponders that... affected or effected? Affected. Mebbe.

she must have misheard that. 5.17 in the morning?!

see it most weekdays, just not lit up by fireworks.

now a little disappointed by her early mornings.

fireworks without the shiny makes a person surly. Unfair.

Dandelions by Deborah Austin (thank you, anonymous!) under cover of night and rain the troops took over.

waking to total war in beleaguered houses over breakfast we faced the batteries marshaled by wall and stone

deployed with a master strategy no one had suspected and now all firing pow

thunderous applause! Thank you. (happiness)

enjoyed that too, thanks.

HarveyRabbit has likewise been scattering fluff to the wind.

that Sea Horse will tire of puffing with his long snoot to keep that one last umbrella in the air and allows it to land somewhere lush.

that and can envision a whole gaggle of plurkers chasing Sea Horse and the last little dandelion umbrella across the fields.

oh well, not Mouse, she is much to polite to get up from her dandelion tea, no matter how exciting.

oh? Boot politely offers Mouse an Iced Vo Vo with her dandelion tea.

what Vo Vo is.

cheers! I so didn't have the brain power for googling when I wrote that.

they look very moreish, in a making-oneself-sick-but-can't-stop sort of way.

drooooolling (and yep that's what they are).

oh dear, now she is a plump little Mouse!

visions of Mouse hiccuping politely, surrounded by Iced Vo Vo crumbs.