A Cat and a CatastropheA pile of wood, moist and cold, sat precariously on the back porch. The frigid temperatures were enough to make ice crystals form on the damp bark, but each piece remained perfect for it's inevitable fate aflame in the stove to keep the resident of this home warm through the long hard winter nights.
Red fur fluffed up as the petite cat shivered. Doubt was definitely feeling the season this year, with a glance to the stove and seeing nothing but embers, he knew it was time to brave the cutting winds outside once more. Glancing out the sliding glass at the uneven piles of chopped logs on the porch, the cat sighed and grabbed his coat before opening the door to his frigid doom.
Cruising down the aged road at a weary 20mph, an officer of the law scanned the area outside his car windows. He'd been alerted to a series of recent thefts in the neighborhood, and was on his toes for any suspicious activities. As his car began to pass one of the homes on the outskirts of the residency, the police
The OwlI am an owl, wise and old. Eyes open wide, burning yet cold.
"What say ye, to the owl?" The owl asks the man.
"I say to thee, Owl, my life needs three."
"Three of what?" Asked the owl, a tilt to his head.
"Three to cherish, to love, to hold."
"What will ye give, to have such three?"
"I give ye my body, my heart, my soul."
"Why?" asks the owl with a grandfathers stare.
"My soul to cherish, my heart to love, and my body to hold." the man replied with a bow.
The owl gave a nod and spread his wings wide. "To you will have three, but none more then that. To gain, you must loose. And that is just that."
The owl flapped his wings and soared from the tree. Leaving the man alone with just three.
Three holes in his being only others can fill. Three others to find and make his mind one, one of heart, one of soul, one of body.
A lover, a soulmate, a friend.
Only room for three.
SickI was sick as sick can be,
all bundled in my bed.
Immobilized to my surprise,
and throbbing in my head.
It never once occurred to me,
that I was running late.
Now rushed and worried,
here I am! Feeling such a state.
I hope this poem will suffice,
to keep my grade in check.
If not, "I tried," is what I'll say,
and hug my toy Linebeck.
Fancy ThatOl' Mr. Crouch used to fly through the air
Riding his ducks, made everyone stare.
But now that his ducks are off on their own,
Mr. Crouch enjoys grading his papers at home.
Free Plushie Patterns Online
Here's a collection of links to sites outside of DeviantArt where you can find free plushie patterns. There are well over two hundred choices, so you're sure to find something you like.
Remember, if you can't find exactly what you're looking for, try adapting one of the patterns. For example, a tiger can easily be turned into a lion, an elephant into a wooly mammoth, an elf into a goblin, or combine the upper half of a mermaid with the lower half of a pony to get a centaur.
Night Garden Studios Jointed and Rag Bears
Baby Bows Bear
Hug Me (EMS Bear