WedWords: Fairy Hell

Fairy Lane

Being a fairy is no easy job, I tell you.  I know; I have been one for years, and hated every moment.

Oh, sure. Some fairies paint flowers, some water lovely green plants. Their primary job is to care for the planet, keeping it healthy and green. Those fairies’ skin shimmer with a fluorescent glow, their clothing is cross-stitched with spider webs, and their boots are soft butterfly cocoons.

My job? My job?  I am in charge of slugs and carnivorous bugs.  In fact, I am President of Chapter 207 Union of Scavenger Bugs. One assassin bug attacked me, put me in fairy hospital for a week.  Best week of my miserable life, the only best week.

If there were even one thing about my job that I loved, that would be wonderful.  But as it stands now, I live in fairy mud hell.

The above italicized underlined words above have been provided by Carolyn at Worlds and Words in the weekly Wednesday Words. This Challenge was created by Delores years ago to challenge bloggers to leap out of their genre, using a group of unrelated words to create a poem, prose, whatever. 

These are fun and I always love playing with them.  Post your take in their comment section or at your own site!

C-D Post: Canine=Devotion, part 1

Life within the pack was good.  More than that, it was great.  And Porter with his pal Scrumpy knew that fact.

Food appeared from a magic bag and was poured into plastic bowls.  Water emerged from a shiny tube, and filled the metal bowls.  Not only that, their den was warm when the snow fell, and comfortable when the trees became green again. 

Food, water, warmth, a place to sleep, and all that a pack dog could hope for was provided by the Alpha male and his mate.

Porter could lie in the window upon a black leather sitting down thing and watch the birds soar over the river and trees.  Dozing, he would dream of chasing cats and rolling in mud. 

Scrumpy mainly enjoyed the food and the chew toys.  Porter told him what to do, so he did not have to think about anything.

Their greatest joys were walking with their Alpha companions. 

Racing ahead of the Alphas, barking at birds, and then urinating upon the spots marked by other packs were the highlights of the day.  The Alphas permitted them these joys, and they fully understood that. 

How could life be any better?  What could possibly change that fact?

This continues tomorrow, as Canines=Dogs moves forward to answer the above questions.