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

“She has.” Monitor Man picks himself up, dusts himself off, and reaches the group at the same time Writer Lady dismounts. “Thank you Leitis.” Writer Lady says as she rubs the unicorn’s nose. Black Buck The Antelope and the silver unicorn appear. The silver unicorn and Leitis greet each other with happy sniffs and nickers. “Why?” Tinkletoes asks. “Why what?” Writer Lady asks. “Why’d she send a female to do a man’s job?” “Because you’ll screw it up.” Writer Lady answers. “Screw it up. I never screw things up.” Tinkletoes says. Writer Lady looks at Tinkletoes. “Okay. There have been a few bumps in the road.” She does not change her expression. “Sometimes things aren't thoroughly planned out.” She raises an eyebrow. Tinkletoes coughs. “I’m sure that this lovely woman….” Black Buck says. Tinkletoes coughs louder. “...doesn’t mean it in quite that way.” The antelope offers. “Perhaps Writer Lady has some useful details that The Lady With

  May D. C. ComicsTM, MarvelTM  and DisneyTM all take the use of any and all of their characters in the spirit with it was intended, to entertain and comfort sick children.  Not for monetary gain.   For all of the girls and boys who are stuck in bed on Halloween. Once upon an autumn dreary, lay a young boy weak and weary.   He had woke that morning not feeling well at all.   He must go to the doctor proclaimed one and all.   The doctor said that seven year old Billy was not well at all.   He must get back to bed immediately.   There was no time to stall. Billy was not a happy boy.   Not at all.   For his utmost, favorite time of the year was the fall.   He looked at his parents, grandparents, siblings and said.   “You don’t understand.   I can’t stay in bed.   It’s Halloween.   All of my amazing friends are coming here.   We all trick or treat together.   It’s my favorite time of the year.” “Billy you’re sick,” came all of the responses he heard. Bill

“It does sound like Pirate has been through enough.   If I can help put an end to this punishment,   I would like to.” “Thank you.”   “Mom?” Writer Lady and The Lady With The Long Golden Hair both turn and look at the doorway.   A neon pink nose pokes into the room followed by its rainbow colored owner. “Yes Smudge.” “You’re leaving?”   The kitten asks, eyes wide. “It’s okay.   Come here Kitty.” Smudge enters the room and immediately jumps into Writer Lady’s lap.   She pets the kitten.   He lifts his head for a chin scratch and she complies.   “You know, I think that the color is fading already.” “The colors began to weaken the moment that you left Faerie.   When a non-magical being leaves Faerie the magic fades quickly.   His nose appears to have the highest concentration of magic on it, so it will fade last.”   The Lady With The Long Golden Hair says. “That’s good news.”   Once Smudge Mal has relaxed, she says.   “The answer to your question is ‘yes.’   I am r