Three Minutes Dazzling Eddie Bernard

Normanday #17: “We already have a knife-throwing act”

You’ve got a talent unlike any other. You’re sure you could be a star if only Eddie Bernard would hire you to perform for Edward Bernie’s Traveling Show of Diverting Wonders. For three minutes, write to Mr. Bernard (the show’s manager) describing your unique ability and convincing him the show cannot go on without you.

Email what you wrote to woof at bright dot net by the end of the day March 4 (put “Norman Can Juggle 15 Electric Eels” in the subject line). I’ll post as many of my favorite entries as I want next Monday. Include your first name (or, even better, use a pen name) and age (unless you’re tortoise-old). If you’re a published writer, include a biography to be posted with your entry.

Here are the entries from last week when I asked you to write for three minutes about this photograph.

Schae D. Lane

The See

Pictures shot in black and white

Recall to those within their sight

The sounds and colors of vibrancy bear

Witness only to those present there

The lake of blue, the mist of white

Shown by early morning light

Far off cries of forlorn loon

Dogs barking at fading moon

Breezes soft and whisper light

through leaves of oak, strong and might

Waves lapping at the rocky shore

Seagulls squawking more and more

A proud little boy proves more brave

Than plunging in cold water, craves

The happy smiles of faces near

The love of family held so dear

Sound is mute and color lost

The only sense afford us cost

A scene frozen on tin or plate

Can tell us more that it relates

Imagination is all we need

Now tell me what you think you sea

Bigfoot

It’s Dock Boy!

Savior of snails! Champion of crustaceans! Defender of Davy Jone’s locker!

The heinous arch villain C. Gull has devised another birdbrained scheme. His legion of avian henchmen have gathered. Furiously and simultaneously flapping their wings, they intend to shift the Earth’s axis to alter the tides. If these feathery fiends succeed, doom is certain.

Only Dock Boy can save the world!

He corners C. Gull and wields his mighty fish—er, I mean, fists.

Right fist…a high tide hook! Left fist…a low tide jab!

C. Gull, battered and defeated, flaps a hasty retreat. His flighty henchmen flee, too. Dock Boy has saved the world, again. But there’s scant time to celebrate. Al Gal is planning an invasion in the Sea of Guillemot. And, no! Lamp Rey has already infiltrated Lake Ernie. They must be stopped! They will be stopped! By Dock Boy!