Celestial Bodies

Ladies! Ladies and gentlemen! Come! Feast your spectacles and hearts upon the giant white mushroom of cloud.  *There it stands. In the center of a giant circus stadium, towering up, up, up and into the sky like a piercing knife.*  Madames et monsieurs, this specimen is neither mushroom nor cloud. In point of fact, it is made from the love around the world. You see, it wanes and ebbs like the ocean, relating to the moon. In times of peace, it amasses into the clouds. But, in times of war, it sinks into the ocean!  *A little boy in the audience shouted out, 'can ya eat it?!'*  No, no no, madames et monsieurs, vous ne le pouvez pas manger. At this very instant, we can witness the mushroom as it towers up into the sky. But! But! What should happen if a young and beautiful couple were to enter and stand next to the mushroom and express their agape?  *The same little boy shouted out, asking, 'what if they kissed?!' There was hysterical laughter in the crowd.*  I ...

This story is especially close to my heart. My oh my, I sure do hope it's as close to yours. It's a very interesting story. You see, it all began when a pelican encountered a magic grain of barley. This pelican prior to encountering a magic grain of barley, was just an ordinary pelican. He went to work, 9-5, doing pelican things. He sure was an ordinary pelican. Until he encountered a magic grain of barley. Pelican was usually pretty careful about the sorts of things he put into his beak. This day, he didn't think twice. He didn't think twice at the sight of this mysterious, glowing and shiny grain within the rest of the barley grain. The moment he chomped down upon the barley, the rest of it swished around - swished about - inside his beak and then snaked it's way down his throat hole. This grain - this magic grain - though was tough. Tougher than a nail! And so, determined to chew it up good, Pelican sat chewing and chomping for some moments until all of the other...

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. ...