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For those who have been following my rare installments of Princess Juney Bean stories I just updated the last one because Kosh pointed out the Cera didn't know Snowflake before this episode.

Also I've just switched to dream width, so I'm less familiar with formatting and such. Please let me know if I should change anything.

Also since it's been a while a brief recap:
PJB and friends were on their way to Cute's cave to invite her to the frogs' party when they were interrupted by loud crashing sounds and tasty leafs. resolving this tasty food was sent on Swampy to the party, and they are now continuing to Cute's cave.

Now here's the story:

So while Swampy and Sticky took the swamp weed harvest back to the frog pond the rest of the group continued to the bat caves. Without Swampy they took special care to make sure they stayed on the path.

Princess Juney Bean took advantage of the time with a new friend to practice her diplomacy lessons.
"Snowflake you must be very good at finding good food. I know my father will be eager to visit that patch of swamp weed."

"It's one of my favorites, but there's lots there so I'm happy to share. This is an interesting group. My parents think it's odd that I'm friends with Princess Juney Bean , this group will really confuse them." grinned Snowflake.

"I like making friends, and my mother, Queen Bookreader, always encourages me to 'get to know individuals who are different from what I know '. Just today we met Slimy and Sticky."

"Slimy, I'm confused. I thought Sticky seemed more slime covered than you, why're you Slimy?"

Slimy twitched, glanced to the Princess and Cera, twitched again, and then her tongue flew out swinging back and forth spraying the group with a fine mist of slime.

She hung her head. "That's why. When I'm nervous, which is a lot, I slime people."

The group wiped their faces, and Princess Juney Bean said "I'm sorry we made you nervous. Do you still want to be friends?"

"Of course" Slimy slurped "Everyone makes me nervous."

As they got to this point in the conversation they came out of the forest and the Princess pointed out the bat caves in the cliff ahead.

Slimy licked her lips. "That's awful dark. Are you sure we're welcome?"

"Absolutely, I've been a couple times they should just be waking up."

"Uh, okay."

They clamber up to the cave opening; Cute lived in a cave at ground level so that Princess Juney Bean and Cera could more easily visit.

As they entered the cave bats swirled around them. Slimy jumped and licked her lips.

"What are you doing here?!" Squeaked out from somewhere in the cloud of bats.

While Princess Juney Bean was asking for Cute, Slimy's head swiveled left and right, up and down trying to find the individual bat. Her mouth hung slightly open. A drop of saliva dripped down her tongue onto the floor of the bat cave.

The squeak became a screech. The cloud jumped away from Slimy and the rest of the gang, screeching and whistling, reformed, and shot in a wedge at Slimy. Just a foot away from impact another squeak joined the cacophony.

"WAIT! That came in with Princess Juney Bean. Give me a minute." A loan bat half the size of the others floated down around the wedge and as she pulled up to land next to Slimy opened her maw showing a glistening line of needle sharp teeth.

Snowflake seeing Slimy's imminent slimesplosion opened her mouth covering slimy entirely. Slime coated all of her mouth even into her sinuses and throat. It was disgusting, but it was contained.

Snowflake exited the cave in search of water and a place to spit.

The bat finished her yawn and asked "Who are you? I'm Cute and Cuddly, but you can call me Cute."

Princess Juney Bean was concerned about the still hovering wedge of agitated bats. "Cute what's wrong?"

"We hate wetness in our cave! Especially since we just dried it out yesternight. Why did you bring this frog?"

"Should we discuss this outside?"

"Good idea!" Cute flapped off to tell the bats.

Cera piped in "I can clean up while you're outside."

"Thanks," said Princess Juney Bean.

The bat swarm settled as Juney Bean, Cute, and Slimy headed out.

Once they were out of the cave Slimy settled down significantly, and then started thinking "Cute, do bats hate wetness everywhere or just in caves? I'd heard that bats didn't like frogs except to eat. Is it because we're wet?"

"Oh no, Slimy! Wetness is fine outside. But NOT. IN. THE. CAVE. Old bats still talk about how the frogs vandalize our caves; to hear them tell it we were cleaning for a year!"

"Do you think it would work to invite the bats to the party?" Juney Bean asked, King Leaf always said that people got along better if they ate together.

"Sure" said Cute.

"Couldn't hurt" Slimy agreed.

"Princess would you deliver the invite? Slimy might get them upset again, and they might not take me seriously."

Princess Juney Bean did. Not all the bats decided to go, but some of them did. This was going to be some party.
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When we left off Princess Juney Bean, Swampy, Sticky, Slimy, and Cera were heading through the swamp to invite Cute to the frog party.

Edited September 1, 2017

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So in a complete break from politics we started doing PJB stories with Kosh a bit before Halloween. I've been meaning to get them down. I thought this would be a good time for some sillyness. Some of these, like this one, are from a bit back, and there are differences between oral storytelling, and writing, and I'm adding detail and retconning, so this won't be exactly what we told, but should be similar.


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So in Sunday's Sermon Pastor Kelly called us to be explicit about our spirituality, and that got me thinking.
I'm not sure this is what she had in mind but this is where my faith comes from.

My first church memories are at Sunnyhills UMC.  Mom, and my little brother and I started attending there when we moved to California when I was starting 1st grade.
When I say that it takes a village to raise a child this church is what I imagine as the village.
I remember Sunday school with a nice woman running the class with short white hair, a new leaflet every week (with a story, questions, and activities), and the playground out back. I remember feeling so important marking the pages in the hymnal for the songs in the bulletin. I remember being acolyte.
I remember playing at the parsonage while the congregation helped mom move us out of dad’s house when they separated.
I remember meeting, and being taken under the wing of the kid that would become my best friend. I remember her family. They say that little girls look for their daddy in potential partners .  Groblek’s not particularly like my dad, which is just as well, because our tempers wouldn’t meld well, but he has a good deal of similarity to their dad. I’m most grateful for finally having a group of friends at school when I started going to the school they went to in high school.
I remember “helping” with watching the younger kids so that we could march around the playground and leave at children’s time. 
I remember youth group, and writing the puppet shows.
I remember marching for political candidates, and against war.

That’s the experience I remember. As I look back there are other things I know. I know that the community that I grew up in was an odd combination of hippies who’d developed careers and ways of taking care of their responsibilities, but did not changed their political opinions, and retired military. I’m sure there were others who were there, but those are the ones I recall.
In 1984 when we started there the pastor was Pam, who was a single woman, and the congregation was, or was becoming a reconciling congregation. (Reconciling Congregation is the Methodist for accepting of LGBTQ.) I remember one couple of men who was strongly active with the church.

This is the foundation my faith was built on.

Scrubs

Mar. 27th, 2016 11:06 am
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This is sort of in the middle of a story kicking around in my head. I just decided to switch a couple of things up so it may not be as smooth as I'd like. Comments are appreciated.


"Thank you Chief Culwell! I'll try not to interrupt her work too much."

"No worries young Kil. Quin's 3 shifts ahead of estimates, internal estimates, and I think she's just reworking the one she's on since she knows how Fe Ett runs it so hard still wanting the performance he paid for before he banged it up."

"I'll pull whistle to get her head loose."

The FS Pide showed Quin's expert care. When Quin first dragged her over to see it Pide was the newest, best, fresh from hub central, model that she'd been reading specs on for a half quarter. Now the boiler and the ,added supplemental boiler were over clocked with double speed heat circulatory moving temp where it needed to be. Quin was magbooting from within the tender.

"Not that way either. Need some Chief?"
"You've got a visitor. You know we could just seal it up and send it out."
"Yeah, but Fe'd just complain and bring her back, and you know he tips a share of his prize, best to help make sure it's a good prize."
Still hanging out of the tender Quin turned to see Kil's twitching braid.

"Crack! Am I late for study group?"
Quin hit a button and caught herself turning to land closer than she would to a customer.

"Nah, I'm just wondering why I'm only seeing you there and at class now."

"Oh"
"Chief"
"You're off, and I won't touch yer baby. Go on with you."
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Sorry sketched this out a month ago after questions about the pictures and just got around to posting it.  (Honk shooo is our standard for snoring care of Sandra Boyton).
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Animated Fluff 2

Text, because it may be hard to read:
Sorry Toothy. We like you but you're sharp, and cuddly don't mix. Want to dance?

What it should read is:
Sorry Toothy. We like you but you're sharp. Sharp and cuddly don't mix. Want to dance?

Gratitude

Feb. 11th, 2015 02:52 pm
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Kosh and I commute together on the bus.  The commute involves about a mile of walking. When I sprained my ankle I moved Kosh from the ergo to an umbrella stroller for the walking.  Lately we've been incouraging Kosh to walk, and yesterday Kosh decided he didn't need the stroller. So he walked the whole thing.  He did not enjoy all of it.  Near the end of the section from the bus stop to daycare he really wanted to be carried, and I wasn't a firm no on this, but I managed to encourage him to make it the rest of the way. This mostly involved reminding him of his standing incentive for walking, and encouraging him to view a raised curb as balance beam. I was thrilled that he walked the whole thing, but what I'm really grateful for is that periodically, when it wasn't required to cross the road, he'd just reach up and take my hand, and I just loved walking hand in hand with him.
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It's spring verging on summer so I'd choose a park.

For perfect it's got to be better than the every day, so I'm not going to any of the local ones, or even up to the in-laws place which is amazing, because that's all been done.

I want a campsite because that'll have the fire pit, table and a reasonably sized flat space.  I'm not planning on camping, but it'll be great for playing on kicking a ball around, or really, because of course I'd have Kosh along, drawing trains in the dirt.

I'm looking at a place in the redwoods, because I love the smell, and the atmosphere is just calming, and because we don't go out to them much, except at the in-laws place, but this is a different kind of feel.

There has to be a brook near by.  Nothing big, and there's got to be an easy way to get down to it so that we can stick our toes in and splash a bit, but not deep enough for a swim, because then I'd be tempted, and the water would be too cold.

We'd do grilled veggies and meat.  Asparagus is in season right now, and that's great off the grill we could do some zuchini, and eggplant, burgers, and sausages, kebobs with mushrooms and peppers, and of course S'mores for desert.

I don't know if I'll keep this up, but if I did would you want to read it?  Should I start a writing prompt filter?
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