Showing posts with label bedtimestories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bedtimestories. Show all posts

Monday, December 29, 2008

zooey. day 12

3 installations.. maka sleep man gyd ko after reading mark's gunyt stories.. hehe..


davey and zooey returned to the village..

benaiah was waiting for her..

today is the start of the nuevo luna.. or new moon.. a one week celebration to celebrate the coming of the new year.

The festivities will be held at the village town square..

there were singing and dancing.. all kinds of food and beverages for everyone to enjoy..

music was playing.. a big band will all sorts of instruments..

wind instruments resonated the night sky.. toot.. tooorotooot.. acoustics..
percussion instruments reverberated from the trees to the ground..

dum da dum dum..

sequoia forest resounded with music from the sequoias' crest.. the music echoed thru valleys and mountains.. (12/26)



dooong!

dooong!


booong!

a gong sounded amidst the festivities.. to gather the crowd's attention.. as the town watchman announced the end of today's celebration..
zooey danced and danced all night..
and she sang along with the band..

and tis the only week once a year that benaiah allowed her to drink under davey's watchful eye..
but, twas not the drunken revelry that zooey enjoyed the most but the sound of the gong..
(12/27)


twas not the drinking, dancing and singing that zoeey longed for every night.. but, twas the sound of the gong..

time to rest after the festivities.. davey would lead her to benaiah.. and benaiah would carry her like a child cradled in his huge arms..

she felt secure.. peaceful.. loved.. it felt like home..

then benaiah would tuck her in..

rub her forehead..

he would gently whisper.. gud nyt macushla..

and would kiss her gud nyt..

this is wut she cherished the most..
(12/28)

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

zooey. day 11

last piece for the year..

zooey turned and found davey smiling..

i can't believe it's still here! davey exclaimed..

hey zoinks, your dad is looking for you.. said davey..

*whapak* zoeey punches him.. *told you not to call me zoinks* exclaimed zooey..

i know.. just missed your punches.. davey teased her..
they laughed together as they went back.. talking about the good ol days.. with mojo clumsily following..

Thursday, December 18, 2008

zooey. day 9

after retiring from all his adventures.. benaiah worked with a carpenter named jules.
zooey remembered playing with davy, the carpenter's son..
and davy's cute pet squirrel, mojo..

one sunday afternoon she showed davy her secret hiding place..
and there she asked if she could kiss him..
davy agreed and she puckered her lips ready to kiss..
she leaned forward..then smmaack..

he turned red.. and started squealing.. and flinched like
he was having an epileptic seizure..

Monday, December 15, 2008

zooey. day 6

with only her father to raise her
zooey became more interested with masculine activities..
having no son benaiah trained zooey to survive with a knife
and her wits..
she learned to hunt, fish,
devise snares..
at a young age she was familiar with the ways of a tracker and
pathfinder..


we skipped day 7. sayang.

Friday, December 12, 2008

zooey. day 5

what a tragic end...
but it is more meaningful...
when death brings forth new life...
the happiest day of benaiah's life was also the saddest...
for he lost a loved one but gained someone new to love..

today's story..
gibuhat ata ni in between slicing onions or taking calls. hehe.


nyt2x..
smackaroonies.. :-)

zooey. day 4

and her smile twas like heaven's open gate.
her complexion fair like the
clouds around sequoia's crest..
but frail she was..

oh.. but what a tragedy..
what a tragedy indeed..


yesterday's story.
gunyt bbbb.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

guess how much i ♥ you.

GUESS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU
by Sam McBratney


©1994 Sam McBratney

Little Nutbrown Hare, who was going to bed, held on tight to Big Nutbrown Hare's very long ears.
He wanted to be sure that Big Nutbrown Hare was listening.

"Guess how much I love you," he said.

"Oh, I don't think I could guess that," said Big Nutbrown Hare.

"This much," said Little Nutbrown Hare, stretching out his arms as wide as they could go.

Big Nutbrown Hare had even longer arms. "But I love YOU this much," he said.

Hmm, that is a lot, thought Little Nutbrown Hare.

"I love you as high as I can reach." said Little Nutbrown Hare.

"I love you as high as I can reach," said Big Nutbrown Hare.

That is quite high, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. I wish I had arms like that.

Then Little Nutbrown Hare had a good idea. He tumbled upside down and reached up the tree trunk with his feet.

"I love you all the way up to my toes!" he said.

"And I love you all the way up to your toes," said Big Nutbrown Hare, swinging him up over his head.

"I love you as high as I can HOP!" laughed Little Nutbrown Hare, bouncing up and down.

"But I love you as high as I can hop," smiled Big Nutbrown Hare - and he hopped so high that his ears touched the branches above.

That's good hopping, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. I wish I could hop like that.

"I love you all the way down the lane as far as the river," cried Little Nutbrown Hare.

"I love you across the river and over the hills," said Big Nutbrown Hare.

That's very far, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. He was almost too sleepy to think any more. Then he looked beyond the thorn bushes, out into the big dark night. Nothing could be further than the sky.

"I love you right up to the MOON," he said, and closed his eyes.

"Oh, that's far," said Big Nutbrown Hare. "That is very, very far."

Big Nutbrown Hare settled Little Nutbrown Hare into his bed of leaves. He leaned over and kissed him good night.

Then he lay down close by and whispered with a smile, "I love you right up to the moon - AND BACK." 


am on the first day of sharing a bed time story. 
i hate morning shifts and evening shifts.
i wish we all had the same shift and the stories would not wait.
i hafta wait til 6 am tomorrow for the zooey thingy..

this would be a 3 part series. i typed the whole stuff on my phone.
kasakit sa kamot.

m's story might be better cuz it's original. i guess.

and am told that tonight it's bright outside..
and the sky has this red hue..
i no longer live in a building with a rooftop, so i wouldn't know..

kasapot this whole guessing game today. i thunk i guessed his birthday correctly without cheating. (i almost did. )but, i'm good at guesses.  

indulge me. am yawyawing my heart out. 
(eureka article # 062985)

some people in this city are beautiful lang gyd abi.