Celestial Bodies

Scissor prongs we're eternally united, eternally bonded at a swivel point. thumb handle scissor prongs was the male amongst the two. And finger scissor prongs, naturally, elegant and long as she was was the lady amongst them. Neither of them knew what force it was that kept them bonded like this for neither of them could see. No matter! Truth be told, the two of them were quite pleased to be a part of each other's lives.ever since their birth and packaging at the factory and their adoption by a small human girl, they had been in love with each other. Not once was there even a disagreement amongst them. Until one day, small human girl used scissor prongs to cut some construction paper! Ah! What a glorious and pleasant feeling it was to cut something. Together! Teamwork!  But, thumb scissor prongs was hurt when his teeth were caught by a staple in the construction paper! "Ouch!" He shouted. But small human girl couldn't hear him.she squeezed their handles until thei

Seagull had a nickname amongst the other birds. Seagull was known around the flock as angry seagull. Gee Wiz! For the most part, angry seagull was anything but angry. In fact, he was one of the most popular gulls around. So, how did he get this nickname you ask? When it came to food, seagull was the angriest around. Some may say, in fact seagull became quite the bully when it came to matters of food. He would squeak and sqwuack and Hollar and Haller whenever food was laid down. He would charge and threaten and rush and thrush at any other bird who tried to get a nibble before he did. Angry seagull sure was an angry seagull. Until one day, the flock spotted a nice looking human wearing suit and tie sitting at a bench in a park. They peered at him over the top of their cover. Wait a minute! A seagull was already wandering around this human in the suit. When the flock spotted this human open a container of cashews, they rushed to the scene. They were followed close behind by angry seagull

My dear children, bear with me. I would very much like to tell you a story. Pay close attention. It's about someone very close to me. But you may not know. As my story tells a story of a wee chipmunk instead. In point of fact, it's going to tell of two chipmunks. Two very special and glad chipmunks. Well, at least they were glad when they found one another. So, sit back, children, relax and nestle into your own nests while I tell you this very special story. It begins in the hole of a tree trunk. This tree trunk a family of very cuddly and very adorable chipmunks had called home. They had called it home for two years. Ever since the daughter of the family had been born. O' mama and papa chipmunk remember this day quite fondly. It was also a sad day. For that day, the family had lost another. You see, that day, two chipmunks had been born! How could it be, you ask? There are times when Jehovah seeks to remedy the injustices and sorrow of living in this system of things by cr

Sara the Panda Bear was quite a helpful Panda Bear in the Panda Bear community. She was always searching for ways to help her community. She had so much love in her heart. The other pandas in the jungle knew her for her remarkable and brave desire to help. Even if in so helping, she would wear herself out in the process. Pandas, you see, were a tight family. What happened to the one, may as well have happened to the other. What one did, each did. One day, while out, swinging on bamboo trees and relaxing under the summers sun, there was a yelp. It was a deep cry, shrill and terrifying. It rose and overtook all of the other jungle sounds. As the pandas all gazed about, in wonder and shock, Sara had her eyes open. While Sara was not a mother herself, the maternal instinct was incredibly strong within her. She saw one of the Panda pups had fallen through the leaf canopy. He was about to fall!! It was surely a long way down to the jungle floor!! Sara didn't even bother to tell the other

Humble Sternum sighed a breath of consternation. Sternum was sad. You see, Sternum knew that he had a love out there. He knew that his one and only, to the bone, 100% forever soulmate was out there somewhere. How could Sternum find her? He was just a Humble Sternum. In fact, he couldn't even move! On top of that, Sternum was eternally faced away from the other bones. Sure, he had a great view of the edge of the universe. But what good is the universe when you are trying to be part of a galaxy?? Some of the other bones had that freedom of movement, like Mr and Mrs Kneecap and Floating Rib. It was a big galaxy, after all, made up of many bones and many organs.  Where oh where would Sternum ever find his forever soulmate? He had so much love in his marrow to give. If only some beautiful bone would see that.  One day within the Galactic Body, clamor arose amongst bones and organs. Galactic Body was in anticipation of receiving a very special dignitary. You see, Galactic Body always wou

Happy Dandelion was a friendly flower. She was the tallest flower in her garden. One day, though, a mechanical beast cut her down and she was uprooted, placed in a big paper bag. She was with her kin in the bag. In sheer darkness, she found her way to the bottom of the bag quickly where she spotted a hole. She signalled to the hole for her kinsmen to see how to exit. Their fright was too much. They were so anxious that they did not know what to do and simply fought each other for breaths. Happy Dandelion began to grab them all, one by one, and push them from the bag. She had finished pushing six other sad flowers out of the bag when the bag was lifted from the ground and began jostling. After what seemed like an eternity, the bag was dropped and Happy Dandelion had to find the hole in it again. She found it quickly and began ushering frightened and sad dandelions toward the hole. Again, bag was lifted and tossed somewhere. Happy Dandelion set her crown of flowers forward and continued

Jack the tuna fish was swimming eagerly, hungrily around the ocean floor. Luckily for Jack, there was plenty of tasty blue fish lining the ocean floor too. There was a shipwreck there, old and moss covered and long forgotten. Jack's fins all maneuvered quickly and spryly. Jack was only young. Still, he was fully grown. You see, tuna fish become very large, very quickly. True as it was, the same could not be said about Jack. While indeed, jack was a big fish - and quite a big fish at that! - he never quite matched his tuna fish brothers and sisters. He was much smaller! Some said that Jack's deficiency was due too poor eating habits. Jack knew better. Mama tuna fish told Jack the truth. Mama would tell Jack that God Jehovah creates His creatures small to shame the large. Mama always told Jack that the future was wide open before him, that he could do whatever other fish did. Even there were some things he could do, which blue whales couldn't do! After all, tuna fish boys and

Golden streaked dolphin was a very special fish. He was known for his exceptionally fast tail and for, of course, the long, luminescent streak right under his left eye. Some said it was a birthmark. Others said that a baby croc scratched his eye when he was just a pup. Golden streaked dolphin knew the truth. His beautiful, elderly mama' told him that it was a golden tear of joy, etched into his flesh. She said it was special and that it made him unique. Mama' always said that the boys and girls at his school would see it one day. And indeed they did. One day, while golden streaked dolphin was swimming along with Bottlenose, another juvenile dolphin were out playing together in the ocean. Mama' dolphin would always tell them to be careful. It seemed that every year, they grew more and more bold. The farther and farther they would travel. Bottlenose was a young girl dolphin. She had a dream from when she was very young. She had a dream of marrying the bravest and most handsom

One day, not long ago, a particularly brave Arctic tern stumbled across the field on his way home. His name was Jonah. He lived in the fields of a town in northern Greenland and every year, he and his colony would make the massive trek from the Arctic to the antarctic. Each and every year, his entire family navigated their way back and forth, or should I say, up and down across the entirety of the globe. And so, this year, this year was different. In fact, it was a year unlike ever before. For this year, a competition arose among the colony. It was a competition to see just who was the strongest tern of them all. The competition was judged on who could fly the farthest.  Jonah resolved from the day competition was announced, that he would win. Jonah wanted the prize! For the prize was the heart of the world. The heart of the chief's daughter. Jonah planned and planned. He knew, if he were to win, he would have to use his brainpower since he was a smaller tern. 'How can I show m

"Will you come with me to the pond?" Silvery swan asked the little chickadee. The two had become best of friends when chickadee lost his family in a lawnmower accident.  Silvery swan, who was given the name silvers, saved chickadee when he was only freshly hatched. Chickadee, who was given the name Tweedle Dee Doo couldn't ever remember that day. Even Silvers wouldn't mention it much. "Will you come with me to the pond?" Silvery swan asked the little chickadee. Tweedle Dee Doo responded quickly, as though he'd expected the question, "I thought you'd never ask!" He said. "I've been getting real good and hungry! Jehovah knows, it's been days since the last time I ate some flies or some other sort of protein. A bird can't live on grass alone, you know?"  "Well then," silvers acclaimed, "I'll race ya' to the pond!"  The pond was a little body of water, down a hill and across a field, and through

There was a wee little firefly who was stranded in the bushes, all alone and with no one to help him get home. He was a young firefly. And surely, by this time, his family was looking for him intently. This firefly's name was Stanislaus. He had only been hatched days ago in fact. Stanislaus was not confident enough yet to let his wee fireflies tookis shine. And so, a wise owl might say firefly Stanislaus was in fact, only a fly at this point. His kindly and elderly parents had been trying to teach him, helping build his confidence, so that he could glow. No matter what he tried, he seemed unable to glow like all the others. He seemed destined to a life of darkness and dullness for all eternity. So, here Stanislaus found himself in this forest, all alone, eager to find his way back to his family. It was getting dark fast and he had nowhere to sleep. He flew and flew and flew. All across the forest. From it's one side to the other. Finally, he plumped down, tired and sad, into th

Once, in the hills of a central Ontario town, there was a swarm of black fly. These black fly were very hungry. They had been hibernating all winter, in a place wherever blackfly go during the winter. This moment, they had just awoken from that long, crystal cool freeze of winter. They were stretching their wings, licking their chops, smacking their little lips. With twists of their fly necks, they looked around eagerly. Eagerly to see who it was who would make their next yummy and scrumptious meal. However far they looked, from east and to west, from north and to south, no lucky creature was to be seen. One of these blackflies was especially special. He was missing a wing. still, he hobbled about eagerly from creature to creature, eager to share his love with them too. One winged blackflies name was Peter. And so, without prospective mates in sight, the swarm woke up fully, shaking off the sleep from their wings. They flew! They flew and flew. Until they encountered a deep and dark fo

Streaks of light across the sky, On a comet's wings, we both will fly. Like golden chariots of the night, We erupt the sky with delight. In front of us now, lie trillions of tiny stars Matted on the darkness of space. We fly towards the earth now, A spectacle of light, shimmering it's way across the solar system. We are coming from a Kingdom, far far away, One where every dream is fulfilled and every joy complete. The sun's rays illumine our glorious chariot, creating for us a glorious display of a path, We are flying towards the earth, Approaching the moon now.  It seems so cold, so lifeless.  It does not resemble our Kingdom. There before us, the earth stands in its orbit, blue and bright, so full of life, so light.  As we approach, we give it room, pulling at the reigns of our golden celestial chariot, backing off just a little.  We take this journey once every thousand years,  At a point where our Kingdom is closest, With the hopes of coming into range of the earth. Wha

A busy bee, buzzing through the air. He will never forget the first time he saw the prettiest flower he had ever seen. Busy bees name was Geronimo. Well, let me tell you, Geronimo fell deeply in love with his pretty flower. He received just as much love as he gave pretty flower. Pretty flower, though she couldn't say it, loved Geronimo just as much. Pretty flower would get a little sad every time that Geronimo flew off. She never really knew where he went. "If only I could stand up and walk!" Pretty flower thought to herself. "Or fly! Ha! Can you imagine me, a pretty flower, flying through the air?" Pretty flower lowered her head. Her crown of petals followed. Everytime though, Geronimo would return. He would play and massage pretty flowers head. She neither knew entirely what it was that he was doing on her head. All she knew was that it felt good. Real good! Of all the pretty flowers in the field, Geronimo picked her. It made her feel special. One day, Geronim

Upon the roof framing of an old, decrepit tool shed, in the rafters of the attic, an old and tired squirrel made his home. This squirrel had his nest, hidden away within the back of the shed, facing an old, unused parking lot and sheltered by a large, wooden fence. This squirrel was not really old. But the stresses of this life had caused age marks to grow across his once vibrant and lively, youthful face. His whiskers, once perky and erect, had begun to droop and hang. His eyes, once beady and bright, had become dull and sad. That was until one day a young boy came and surprised the squirrel by taking a seat on the logs in the tight space between the fence and the tool shed. The boy entered the small space hurriedly and sat. The squirrel became agitated and fluttered around, here and there and everywhere. He ran so far from his nest that he forgot he was trying to protect it. The boy looked up in agitation, as the squirrel chucked in perturbation. He thought again about his choice to

It was a bright day. Though storm clouds lingered in the distance. And as the leaves of the trees began to rustle with the gentle touch of the wind, he gripped at the grooves in the wood of the park bench he was seated on. He came to this park every day. For some reason, he found more solace, more comfort in the connections he made with the animals here than with other human beings. Some people said he was strange, a real gem of a man. If you ask me, I think there was more to it than that. I think there was something in his past, something he was not revealing to the people he met that he wasn’t dealing with. His wife had died years ago. His children were all grown up now and living on their own. And now, he was where his heart took him every day. He would bring a freshly purchased bag of whole wheat bread down to the lake to feed the birds. On generous days, he would buy them bird seed. He lifted his head from his lap and examined the many Mallard Ducks, the Canadian Geese, which had

There was a man named Paul who loved his fork. He brought it with him everywhere he went. ‘You never could be too careful’, Paul would spittle. ‘Never know when you run out of food’. Most people, would leave their forks at home these days. It was considered mildly offsetting. Many considered it akin to walking about the streets with no clothing on. So, you might be able to say that Paul was considered a little weird for his society. Many people in his home country tried to coax him, saying that forks were dangerous and that people could get hurt if he were to misuse it. They would tell him that the fork could get into the wrong hands and even if he didn’t intend to hurt anyone, someone could get hurt, with his fork. But Paul knew the truth. Paul knew a fork was only a tool. Paul was a studious man and was always in the town library. Paul knew that even though public perception about forks had gone downhill over the years, the country’s charter was never changed. The law of the land not

A popular place to get information about what was happening in the world in these days was through a little box, government mandated to each home, called a televox. The man on the screen, whose constant presence was grating although, albeit comforting, spoke of different, graver subject matters lately. The first time the concept of human beings needing air to breath was brought up in the town hall, most people in the good country were shocked, each of their very essences brought to a state of tumult. You could say easily that everything changed that day. The day that that one brazen man uttered the mention of the necessity of H2o for human survival. Don’t be mistaken, it certainly wasn’t the first time that people had come across the concept. It was however, the first time that someone had the shameful audacity to make this offensive statement. The televox in its pervasive presence was not the only channel through which people could get their information about what was happening in the

Once upon a time, there was a family. This family was an ordinary family. A mother, a father and a couple of children. They were ordinary. That was until the birth of their third child, a son. The parents were not expecting to have another child so soon. And since they could not really afford this child, an extra mouth to feed, they resented him. They would constantly mistreat him and neglect him. And the family’s other two children imitated their parent’s hostility towards this child. The family watched with resentment as the young child grew, seemingly unaffected by this constant rejection and mistreatment. The child would simply glance over every instance of abuse that they would force in his direction. Instead, he seemed far more fascinated with the toys of his brother and sister. His parents never bought him toys. But every opportunity he had he would seek something productive to do. This child seemed to be growing, maturing much faster than any other normal child. He was walking

It all started moments before she was born. Her mother had been praying, seeking a way out of the pregnancy, the mistake that burdened her then. She considered other options, to give the child up for adoption, after she had delivered it, to try to raise it herself, in spite of the turmoil that would have surely brought her. It had been seven months since she was raped. She had tried desperately to keep it hidden. At first, she wore baggy clothing, to cover the shameful growth growing inside her. Memories would flood back into her awareness from time to time, haunting her, reminding her of the event she’d thought with certainty was over. But it wasn’t over. Far from it. Now, she was burdened with this terrible and unwanted consequence of her simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. That’s what she would tell herself at least. It all started before she was born. At that moment, her mother stood outside of the abortion clinic. Her hiding of this secret was becoming harder by the