lost lefts

i don’t know about you, my readers, but i have invisible individuals in my home. you know the saying “water boils at 100°c, but milk when you turn your back”? well here it goes “turn your back and you cup is empty”. someone insists on drinking my coffee almost the moment i make myself a new cup. it is a mystery. i never see who or what it is, there are never any physical evidence, nor any traces or track of the entity that sneaks up and greedily slurps up my delicious coffee as soon as i turn my back on the cup. whatever it is or whoever it might be, is virtually invisible, because not even my dog reacts, and he is usually rather alert when it comes to movements and sounds. it has gotten so far that i have seriously thought of making some sort of ‘portable coffee cup’ that i can just hang around my neck in a string, so it will be i who drinks that coffee, and not some invisible goblins.

the land of moles

“once upon a time, in an old forest far, far away, a mother bear turned over in her sleep under a huge windthrow and without knowing or intending to, she caused a great upset in the land of the moles.”

a fable. transferring human thoughts, feelings and actions to animals. often with a humorous twist. hm.

how will this fable, story, fantasy evolve? i have absolutely no idea. but i think i need to explore it.