I've received word recently that our first adoptee has settled in nicely, although he has been terrorizing his new family with his single-minded desire for toffee. His name is now Owl Ignatius Imp, and what you are about to see is real, and possibly disturbing to toffee lovers. Please: viewer discretion is strongly advised. My thanks to Selene Gazebo, whose heroic camerawork brings us these incredible, harrowing pictures.
24 March 2009
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Owl Ignatius Imp of Clan ToffeeFinder has more than settled in - he's taken over. As you can see, he has my children in a clothing-making sweatshop, climbed the laundry pile and claimed it in the name of Clan ToffeeFinder, and has begun hunting down toffee crumble ice-cream toppings.
I must say, however, on St. Patrick's Day Owl Ignatius was was of invaluable help advising us on leprechaun trap design.
He now sleeps in what used to be a doll's bed, which he has converted into a studio apartment, complete with Hawai'ian decorations. I suspect more child-labor.
He vanished on the equinox for a full 24 hours, but knowing that part of his destiny is to bring new, healthy genetic material to the local imp populations, I just shut my eyes and covered my ears and sang "lalalala".
Owl and I have a little ritual when I leave the house for the day - I give him a high-five and tell him he's in charge of the house (which is named Taigh Connlaich). "Watch over Taigh for me!" I say.
I swear he winks.
-Selene
Sparrow F,
Difficult to make contact. Imps everywhere. Top secret counter-coup ops may be necessary. Gotta go!
Ti
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