A.G.E's Joint

I've been having fun this week trying to figure this set of prompts out.  I started with some bad poetry: Wisps of steam obscuring the view Of a snow covered walk We look like something the cat drug in Disentangling arms Sweat soaked hair Tender skin We love like lions Fifty times a day. You are Zachariah Level higher than others. Burning brightly Over all. And while everything is in there (the odd fact is Lions can mate up to 50 times a day in season), there was something unsatisfying about it. So, I tried again, using a story about how my cat drug in an owl (or the owl chased him in). And that way, I could mention how owls have three eyelids, one for blinking, one for sleeping and another for keeping their eyes clean.  And I could mention how awesome (again on the level of Zachariah) it was to have the thing staring at me.  But, then people would say: "Pics or it didn't happen".  He was so surprising, I grabbed a beach towel (to toss ...

“Truth is lived, not taught.”   This was written on the piece of paper with a sketch of fuzzy penguin slippers next to some trees.   To Billy’s ten year old mind, it had to be a treasure map.   How to crack the code ?   Trees.   That probably meant the woods at the end of the lane.   Slippers?   There was only one way to find out. Down to the where the sidewalk ends he went.   He hopped the fence and there were the slippers.   And next to them was an owl with a tootsie roll pop .    It was a treasure map, after all.