But before we go ahead, we need to tally the scores from last week: With two votes for Lumberjack Slam and two votes for Minding My Business, we have a dead heat. Or as the sporting folks say: Two losers!
Now, you could take this outcome, and many may still, and decide that each story was of equal value to the other. That would mean a tie would be declared, everyone would hug, hand out trophies, have a banquet, distribute participation ribbons, and the story would end happily ever after. That's socialist crap, I tell you. Only California ninnies, soccer moms and pinko commies would accept that as a plausible outcome. I'm from New England, the land of long winters, witch hangings, and a certain swap game played at Christmas aimed to snatch toys from the hands of happy children, reminding everyone that life isn't fair, no matter how much you cry about it.
So, I declare the winner to be Lumberjack Slam by Christina Davis. That's right--I know which side my bread is buttered on. Hard, yes. Stubborn, yes. Stupid? No Way.
With that settled, here's this week's entries:
Blizzard 2016
“Put your coat back on”
“But I’m a princess, Daddy”, three year old Anne rebutted. It did say ‘Princess’ on her pink snowsuit.
“A princess? I don’t remember the coronation”. I started putting her arms in the sleeves.
“What’s a crononation?” Anne screwed up her face.
“It’s a big party to celebrate the princess”
“With Cake?” She smiled at me
“With Cake”
“And Pizza?”
“And Pizza” I slid the door open. Anne grabbed the hand rail with both gloved hands and made her way down the steps, sideways. She looked like a pink marshmallow.
“When will I have my crononation?” The tiny furrowed brow of deep thought.
“Walk slowly, Ann. It gets very slippery when it snows” I followed her across the patio and held her hand as we walked toward the driveway. “Are you ready to go sledding?”
“Can we have it tonight? I want to wear my princess dress and have a crononation!” all the time looking up at me and smiling.
“Absolutely!” How could I say no to that face?
“With Cake?”
“With Cake”
“And Pizza?”
“And Pizza” Smiling eyes and rosy cheeks. I set her in her pink plastic saucer. “Hold on tight, your majesty!”
The Characters' Court
WAPNER: Ms. Hearts, what’s your beef with the defendant?
QUEEN: I’d ask that you refer to me as the QUEEN.
WAPNER: This is my courtroom and I make the rules. I’ll refer to you as Ms. Hearts.
QUEEN: Very well. This slippery little trollop stole my mink coat. The nerve!
ALICE: Your honor, I never stole anything. All I ever wanted was to get home. I fell down this rabbit hole and then there was this tea party… It’s too complicated. The real question is, Who died and made her queen?
QUEEN: My coronation was a stately affair celebrated by all the cards. How dare a lowly human girl like you question my authority?
WAPNER: Calm down. Ms. Hearts, when was the last time you had the coat?
QUEEN: I had it at the crochet game where this miserable wench showed up uninvited. Off with her head!
WAPNER: Do you have any evidence that the coat was stolen?
QUEEN: Why would I need evidence? She stole my coat!
WAPNER: Well, Alice, this is your lucky day. With no evidence, I find you not guilty. Just do me a favor -- stay away from rabbit holes.
So, what do you think? Is there a clear winner this week? Use the comment section below or send an email to rcdavis3rd@gmail.com to enter your vote for this week's Three Blind Muse winner. We'll announce the winner next week.
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Yeah!--Nice random words.
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