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
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
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!