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Blog: Rae Looks Again

Writer's picture: Rae RichenRae Richen

Updated: Feb 15, 2021


Huggy says, "Come on up, Ruff. The view is pretty nice."


"I thought we were going to get Mom to find me some thumbs."


"Mom says you are a dog and dogs don't have thumbs."


"How does she know that?"


"She's a mom. They know lots of stuff."


"So," Ruff says, "How about if I stay down here and just bark to encourage you to swing through our rainforest?"


"Sure. And that will scare away the wild animals."


"What's that red thing you are hanging from?" Ruff asks.


"I don't know. Some kind of flower. Pretty, huh?"


"Extremely red, at any rate," Ruff says.


"Woah! What was that?" Huggy shouts.


"I heard it. It's a Buzz Bird. He keeps coming toward you."





"Hello, Buzz Bird," Huggy says. "Pleased to meet you."



Ruff says, "That bird looks pretty angry."











"Wahoo!" Huggy yells. "A troop of Buzz Birds! That was close. A sharp beak at three inches is not my favorite sight."





"They're coming back," yells Ruff.


"I believe I"ll move on." Huggy says, swinging into a nearby bush.





Ruff says, "Ruff! Ruff! Ruff"





"Thanks, Your bark made him leave me alone."


Huggy swings away, "I'm outa here."













"Whew! Safe at last.

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Ruff says, "Huggy, It's a real wet forest out there. Do you think we'll get lost if we go?"

"Look Ruff, you just swing from branch to branch. Easy as anything."


"But . . ."


"Just use your thumbs to grab and your body weight to create forward motion."


"Thumbs? Do you see thumbs here?" Ruff asks.



Huggy studies Ruff. "What happened to your Thumbs?"


"Dunno. Must have left them in the last hole with the bone I buried."


"Where's that?"


"Dunnno that either. Been weeks since I've been out."


"Gee Ruff, I guess we stay here then. When Mom can go out, maybe she can help us find your thumbs. Then we can have a swinging old time."

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"Out in the rainforest after weeks in the window. This is not what I expected," Ruff says.


"Yessss, indeed," Huggy says. "So many branches!"


Ruff says, "And so many smells: there's decay in the duff; mushrooms in this log; browning rhododendron flowers on the ground and a certain odor of jasmine in the air."


"Ruff, Are you sure you're using that colon and the semi-colons correctly?" asks Huggy.


"Certain! And just as certain that someone will tell me if I've writ them wrong." Ruff says.


"Always somebody ready to write a wrong, eh?"


"That's what friends are for," Ruff says.


"What else do you smell out here," Huggy asks.





"Wait, is this a truffle I smell before me?"


"Naw," Huggy says.


Ruff says, "I don't gnaw until I'm sure of the fungus."


Huggy says, "I meant . . . oh well."


"I know you meant well," Ruff says, "But you can die from gnawing the wrong fungus."


Huggy just shakes his head. After a moment he says, "You know? That fungus looks a lot like a turd."


"No sir" Ruff says, getting up on his hind legs for emphasis. "This is a turd."












"I believe I'll go find a branch to swing from," Huggy says.














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