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Please welcome McGovern78 as our newest MOTley contributor! His stories will appear from time to time, but I’ll let him introduce himself and Bolly:
Hello! Many of you may know me as not being the person in your mirror.
(Don’t Blink!) So because it might help make sense — I have volunteered
to contribute stuff I wrote, submissions to MOT. I can skip rocks pretty
good too, but it loses something saying so.
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Bolly was abandoned as an infant, swaddled in an unusual hat. Folks took him in, passed him around, and he grew up in and into his unusual hat. And so one day he chose a direction, away, and said goodbye.
There isn’t much else to tell. He has no enemies. Done no crimes. If it makes any difference, there’s maybe three things you might want to know. He walks, he eats, and he sleeps. I did mention his unusual hat? so then, away we go…
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Bolly up a Tree
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There are many trees, and many kinds of trees, so Bolly didn’t take much notice unless he saw a sleeping tree. Branches like the palm of a hand, not too high up, and close enough to the right time of day — if he was sleepy. So he wasn’t surprised to find himself up in a tree when he was awakened by shouts a little way off down the road.
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Sæternesdæg Sæternesdæg some were saying. Sunnandæg Sunnandæg was the angry reply. He let himself down from the tree like rain trickling down the bark. Natural such that a frog wouldn’t blink. There was a catch when his unusual hat almost got snagged, but he flicked his head like a bird, without a thought. Crouched then on the ground he wondered if tomorrow was Monandæg or yesterday was Frigedæg.
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It’s just no good he thought, wiping his hands.Tiwesdæg, Wodnesdæg, Ðunresdæg, It’s always the same. He noticed a crow watching him, or at least looking in his direction. When it took off he was relieved that it flew away. Away. I’m with you, Jake — it was just a thought, clear enough, so that’s the way he went, through the trees. Away.
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