Celestial Bodies

Once, there was a popcorn kernel who rattled everywhere he went. Regardless of whether he were going to the park, the grocery store or the library, he rattled around, jumping here and there. Some of his friends, like Mr Caramel Chew and Miss Coffee Creamer said he did it because, as a popping kernel, he intrinsically knew his fate and simply was reenacting his future within the cooking pot. But there was no cooking pot. And there was no cooking oil. Truth was, Popcorn Kernel simply loved life. He possessed a joie de vie. Mr Butter Scoop didn't get it. Dr Teaspoon couldn't comprehend. In fact, they said Popcorn Kernel simply tried to mimic the erratic behavior of atomic particles. Hey, these are some smart household and refrigerator items! And so, this particular day, Popping Kernel was making his way to the theme park. He just had so much joie de vie that he needed to burn off. He hadn't been to the theme park in years. He thought it may be time to return. And so, standing

Once, there was an Oreo Cookie. He lived in Candy Land amongst the other candy assortments. Now, in Candy Land, there happened to be arrayed out at every block, wee, little fondue volcanos. These volcanos were special volcanos. These volcanos at every eruption spewed only the finest of chocolate sauce and syrup. And wouldn't you know it, when the syrup hardened, it transformed into marvelous, different types of candy, pastry and cake. Now Mr Oreo Cookie had his home only down the street from one of these fondue volcanos. He had chosen the real estate gladly as it so happened, Candy Land insurance company paid him in chocolate wafers each time that an eruption occurred. Let's just say, Mr Oreo Cookie was a very wealthy cookie. One day, a different kind of eruption occurred. This eruption ended up spewing raspberry jam all through Candy Land. I am sure you can imagine what a ruckus this caused. See, Candy Land had never seen fruit. Even less fruit condiment! What a delightful sur

Tonight I'd love to tell you a story about a wee hen duck. Now, this hen duck was different from most ducks. How you ask? Well, the answer may just surprise you. You see, among the animal kingdom, ducks were known for their especial ability to feel. No other animal was quite like the duck. It had become a weakness and their greatest strength. This hen duck was the most especially feeling duck of them all. Other animals often asked her to describe just how it felt to feel in such a profound and prolific way. She'd simply say in response,"It feels like it feels. You know, as it feels."  One day, a mean, mean bulldog spotted Hen Duck while she was grazing through the field. Bulldog approached her menacingly, with a twisted snarl and said, "Hey you! Why don't you come over here? There's a, - oh my, what is it you ducks like to eat these days? Ah, oh yes! There's a nice grape cut in half over here. Why don't you come see?"  Hen Duck liked grapes.

Behold! This is the tale of Stargull, the interstellar seagull. A seagull with no hesitation. A seagull with no frustration. How could a seagull possibly be interstellar? Humanity has not even developed that sort of technology yet! Well, boys and girls, I tell you that you can surely believe me. I am a eyewitness. I'll tell you, years ago, Stargull took me on a trip. It's what I shall recount today. You see, Stargull was an ordinary seagull, cawing and flying about, looking for food near the beach. One day, he looked up in the sky and something like a piece of bread appeared, hanging there, suspended in the air, as if by God Himself. And so, hungry as he was, Stargull flew straight at it. He flew and he flew until he had no more to flew. Not even paying attention to the thinning air around him or the darkening air around him, he flew and he flew until he had no more to flew. Seemed as much as he flew, he never neared the piece of bread in the sky. But he was hungry! And so, he

Once, there was a nocturnal marsupial. You may ask, well this is not a normal bed time story, nor delightful tucking in. I'd say think again. For in fact, this nocturnal marsupial was quite an adept sleeper. You see, he would sleep all the day long. All the day long! And only at night would he peek open his eyes and stretch out his little limbs with all of his might. But what sort of creature seeks to awaken only in the dark?! For what is there happening during the night except sleep and dwindling of light and crickets and peepers playing their musical delight? Well, this nocturnal marsupial was in fact a very special marsupial. He was the one to lead all young boys and girls to a place of sleep. To a place of dreams and wonders. Nocturnal marsupial was responsible for the nudging of the consciousness, that lingering yet disappearing  feeling of alertness. Many young boys and girls would swear that right before their sleep, right in that momentary lapse of reason, where all seemed

Good morning my dear children! Rise and shine! I say I have a unique story for you this morning. It is not a story you will hear just anywhere. It is not a popular story either. No, not by a hair! I say rise and shine young ones. Young ones of all ages, wipe out the wax from your ears and pay close, close attention. Because this story may one day, save your very lives. Well, not directly at least. But certainly as time goes by.  Once upon a time, in a land very very far away, yet still remarkably alike to ours, there existed a man. Every main character has something, something which makes him special. I'll tell you, what makes this man special, just to lay all of the cards on the table, to get all our screws in order, was that this man felt. Yes, boys and girls, he smell-t, he dealt and he even had a strong belt. But none of these made him so special as the fact that he felt. He felt very strongly. He felt very passionately. He felt very deeply. In this similar and yet strange, str