Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

For Dad                          The legend of Tatanka Takoda began as many legends do with a stranger traveling through a strange land. William Bradford was driving down a rural road in Lakota country when a tire on his pick-up blew out. He pulled over and got out of the truck to replace the tire with a spare when he spotted the remains of a wolf on the road. He removed a shovel from the bed of his truck. He scraped the young wolf’s remains from the road and apologized to the animal for the selfishness and stupidity of the human that caused it’s demise. Sitting Bull appeared to him as he tossed the animal’s remains into the ditch and said, “Welcome home Tatanka Takoda. Our people have been waiting for you.” William looked at the newcomer and then looked back at the dead wolf. He set the shovel upright pushing the sharpened point of it into the ground and held it there. “My name is William.” He said. “I have no people.” “Your presence is strong. Your spir

“I know what you’re going to say.” Dobby says. “No you don’t.” He paces in front of Writer Lady. “I do.” “Dobby Kitty, I don’t even know what I want to say about this. How could you?” “You have a sign running across your forehead. Bright red letters.” “What?” is displayed on Writer Lady’s forehead just as the word escapes her lips. “Where’s a mirror?” appears. A Cheval mirror appears in front of her. “Really?!” is illuminated across her forehead. “OMG.” Writer Lady turns away from the mirror and calls to the hut’s ceiling. “TP...TP! Remove the sign!” “No. TP’s still playing.” Writer Lady’s shoulders slump forward. She thinks for a moment, stands taller, and says, “I know that you’re still playing but it’s time to stop for a little while.” “No. TP’s having fun.” “Isn’t play time better when everyone is having fun? Things would go a lot better if I didn’t have a sign on my forehead displaying all of my thoughts.” “People understand you better l