Fripona flipped over a rock and found at her feet
A tip-top turned, trickilish treat.

The hole that she opened was really more whole,
A whole other realm already quite full.

Full of planets and people that looked up at Frip,
The new star in their sky, a brilliant blip.

It’s worth looking under every rock of ours,
But keep an eye on the sky for other new stars.

Illustration by FortuneGear09.

Drawn by Abby whose art can be found on tumblr.

“Book: The Story Behind the Story” is now available on Amazon. It’s the story of the book itself. It steps out from behind the scenes to speak directly with the reader.

Her bugging began with her bigger brother,
She stalked him night and day.
She horribly annoyed that boy and knew no other way.
Once her brother bored her she moved on to different prey.

She told her father,
“I must bother!”
Said to her mother,
“I need another
Sis or brother
Who I can smother
With my classical confection
Of disagreeable affection!”

Her parents were annoyed enough
To give in to her guffy huff.

Well, I’m sibling one thousand and three,
One of the oldest in our family tree,
And every one of us agrees –
She’s our sister and we all love her,
Now let’s get her a new sis or brother.

It may not be often done
But it’s really not that dumb
To say that you don’t know.

The silly ones are they
Who always have to say,
“Mine’s always the way to go.”

A rare thing I’ve discerned,
If I ever learn,
It’s
very
very
slow.

Take anything from anywhere.

If it works for you, use it.
If it doesn’t, lose it.

Do you know how to hold a grudge?
It can be tricky.
They sort of smudge.

You must care for and nurse it.
It’s its own little person.

Love it nice and soft,
Until the g’s fall off.

Now not such an ugly brute,
It’s even getting kind of cute.

Really just a little rude.
Still might be a wee bit crude.

So?
Let r, d and e drop off.
Don’t see red,
Hold what’s left aloft.
You’re back to holding you instead.

Illustration by Eva G.

Cafino Hail was a mold collector,
Yes, that’s right, a bold prospector
Of furry, fungal green.

He started at the age of eight
When he saw something on his plate
That he’d never seen.

It grew somewhere it shouldn’t be,
He knew somehow this made it free
And so he crowned it queen.

Caf learned to farm it off of bread,
But preferred to hunt his mold instead
For that sweetly wild sheen.

He stuffed his room, he filled his house,
His parents had to move on out
By the time he was thirteen.

He kept it in his ears, up his nose,
Between his teeth, ‘twixt his toes,
And even in his spleen.

But then he stuck some in his soul,
And I suppose that you may know
He turned a furry, fungal green.

Caf is happier than most,
And if you see him on your toast,
Be sure to leave your whole plate clean.

Also read about Birds, Snails and Owls.

Apis Mellifera Sol
Pollinates the Sun flower. Not those wannabee sunflowers, the Sun flower. Just a touch of that honey in your tea will blind you but it’s worth it. Amusingly, sun bears don’t care for the taste but moon bears love it.

Bonnet Bee
When one has a bee in one’s bonnet, this is that bee. Their hives look remarkably like bonnets. It’s a simple mistake with dire consequences.

TB
No, not tuberculosis – tubeeculosis. (Yes, I’m disappointed in myself too. We can’t afford puns!) No, it’s a stand in for telebeesion. (I said no punnery! Making a mockery of this institution. I will quit!) They pollinate TV antennas and satellite dishes, creating many of the programs that you enjoy every day. Mostly the channels with static. Their honey tastes tinny and will make you dizzy.

Hornswoggled Bombus
Appears six times in the title. Might bee a letter.

Drawn by Guitarseer whose art can be found here.

Tinker Bee
Not born with wings, so it must make them. Some go the easy route and steal wings from flies or feathers from birds. Others take up papier mache or welding to make theirs. And still others go the even more artistic route of making their wings of stained glass. As you can imagine, some wings are more effective than others, but it’s not all about flying.

Drawkcab Eeb
Their stingers are full of honey and their honeycomb is full of venom. If your drink needs a touch of sweetness, just grab one of these guys and give them a little squeeze.

Killer Bee
These are the famed bees of the land of milk and honey. But without the milk. Or the land, really. The honey of honey and honey. They’re the size of killer whales with similar markings. Come to think of it, their honey’s more salty than sweet…

Thalia Bee
They build their hive deep inside one’s head. If your mind is buzzing late at night and won’t let you fall asleep you may well bee an unwitting host. Another sign is when you do finally drift off to sleep your dreams are sticky and full of flowers.

No matter what you do,
You won’t fit in with them.

Just fit into you.

Wisdom starts with dumb.

Ummm…
It ends with dumb?

Dumb is in there.
Somewhere.

It starts with whizz!
And ends with dumb!

Now that I’ve done all the work,
How ’bout you go find us some.