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Sitting Bear 2
My owner came back and he brought lunch for himself. I am not really real so I cannot partake of his sandwich, but he will pretend to give me some. It does look good though. Before he (we) ate he prepared his fishing rod and through in the line. He said that he likes to use doughballs to catch fish. I looked for that is really the only thing that I can do. He's very quiet for a little while then it happens, he catches a fish and it's a big one. He has a big smile on his face.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
Sitting Bear
I bet you are all wondering what I am doing here sitting on this what looks like an old branch about to break away. Well, it is not a branch, and I am sitting on an old wooden dock waiting for my person to come back for he said we were going fishing and that he forgot something, and he would be right back. That was a little while ago and I am getting a little worried that he forgot about me. I hear something coming I hope it's him. Branches and grasses crunching and then I see him there.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
the trees
When it snows do the trees feel the snow fall Snow covered trees. (Just a note was thinking about that old phrase 'When a tree falls, and no one is around to hear does it make a sound.' I think this haiku is basically the same idea. Please comment what you think.)
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
Waiting!?
Who really likes to wait on things? My name is Teddy, and I like to swing, but I have to wait for my little kid to come back from getting his snack his mommy wants to give him. I hope he comes back soon I miss him. I think he is coming back now and there is a lollipop sticking out of his mouth. I hope he doesn't make my fur all sticky with that thing. Here he is and gives me one big push and WEEEEEE! That was fun now hope he joins me on the swing mommy pushes.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
It's me again.
Look into my eyes what do you see or what do you think you see? I know that my eyes are brown, and I believe that most bears' eyes are brown. Could I be thinking about something? I was thinking about going to the river for dinner and a bath, but that is a dream of mine for I am a teddy bear not a real bear and teddy bears really do not eat or drink, but we do dream about things, and we make great listeners for our owners even though at times our owners talk too much now.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
Just Look At Me
Just look at me what do you think I am thinking about. Do you think I am angry or something else that I do not know how to explain. I was just laying around minding my own business when this swarm of bees started to come around me for absolutely no reason. I didn't have any honey stuck to my fur or anything that would draw them to me. What could the reason be? I looked around and I still do not know why they are buzzing around me this time. Can you help me figure it out now, please?
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
Who remembers????
Who remembers all the commercials back in the 1970's about stopping forest fires and stopping all sorts of pollution? There were a lot of them especially on Saturday mornings. When I was much younger and watching Saturday morning cartoons there were always these characters from a Native American Indian, I think, his name was 'Iron Eyes Cody' I'm not sure of his tribe though, but the commercial always showed him walking through the woods admiring nature, then having approached a highway and walking through trash and seeing a car drive by and the people just throwing their trash out the car window the camera pans back to him with a close-up of him with a tear running down his cheek.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
Jams and Jellies
Here are four friends of two different families one is from Jams and the others are from Jellies. Their names are Raspberries and Sour Cherries. All four thought that they could be related somehow. They started to ask some questions. "What is the difference between jam and jelly?" "Does it really matter to us?" They heard that one is 'thicker' than the other is that so. They sat around and thought and thought about this and figured out that they were all delicious. Jams liked Jellies and Jellies liked Jams and they decided not to wonder why any more now.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
A Party of Books
Have you ever wondered what the books do after the library closes at night? I believe that all the books have a party of sorts. The reference books are the leaders who every once in a while like to relax and read some fiction. The fiction novels like to learn things and ideas and the reference books share their information. Other areas of the library like the children's section gets a little overly excited and has to be quieted down so the classic novels and poetry books share their material that seems to work in bringing quiet to the library.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
The mixer and the blender
This is a story of two appliance cousins a blender and a stand-up mixer. The blender seems to think that he is the better of the two, and the mixer says that he is. Who's is better? The blender can combine, blend, crush, etc., but the mixer says that he can do that to, and he can do a lot more in his bowl that you, the blender can do in that pitcher of yours. Then why doesn't your owner ever bring you out more often other than holidays? asked the blender. Good question the stand mixer wondered as well.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
Happy Halloween!!!!
On Halloween Day one still has to be careful. Out walking her dog, she thought she heard some sort of noise. She hunched over her dog looking out from behind him. He was flinching yet but the look in his eyes he knew something was not right. The woman and dog starting to stand up straight and decided to walk but a quicker pace, but the feeling was not leaving. She looked around and around to make sure no body was behind. All of sudden it was eerily quiet and she wondered is this it to her dog, her friend.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
The Toxicity of Hustle Culture
Another dream that did not reach its fruition, another soul that was shattered by its externality. It is heartbreaking to hear the recent news about a dynamic young professional , Anna Perayil, living in Pune, from EY who took her life due to extreme work pressure and a toxic workplace environment.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Critique