tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863431760746065200.post7813016285972688377..comments2023-09-03T06:19:42.953-06:00Comments on Platypuss-in-Boots: Passing Sunshine OnEberlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06523773865788173026noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863431760746065200.post-22844176493824021382010-03-30T15:16:49.591-06:002010-03-30T15:16:49.591-06:00Dear Audrey,
thanks for your kind congratulations ...Dear Audrey,<br />thanks for your kind congratulations and also for visiting Sill of the World. John and I both think you'll really enjoy it.Eberlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06523773865788173026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863431760746065200.post-68679169364998335282010-03-30T14:13:09.873-06:002010-03-30T14:13:09.873-06:00Congratulations, P-I-B friends, on this most illus...Congratulations, P-I-B friends, on this most illustrious award! Who would have thought that sunshine could flourish on the interwebs? Thanks for recommending Sill of the World. What a remarkable blog, as is Poetikat's! Writers rule!Professor Bilgerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06814324979749733906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863431760746065200.post-81253269383996265872010-03-29T16:34:06.793-06:002010-03-29T16:34:06.793-06:00Goat here, HKatz. I like your boat with quills for...Goat here, HKatz. I like your boat with quills for oars. That is genius. Monsters are very good at genius before they turn adult. Then not so good. No one knows why. Bink says it is a form of amnesia that adult Monsters cultivate (that's how Bink talks) among many other varieties of amnesia, for Reasons Unknown. One form tends to lead to another, it seems. <br /><br />The quillsprit is causing restlessness among the crew. Everyone has their ideas for how it should be. Animals are good at working things like this out because we have all the time in the world. So we argue until we get bored and then agree. Usually. But today I told them: "Hand me a drawing by tomorrow or walk the plank." This is wartime, after all. (Dear Piggles, they know I don't really mean this. But they like to pretend I do and so they will get it done.) Back later. Goodbye.Eberlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06523773865788173026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863431760746065200.post-70629210709322593992010-03-29T15:40:23.770-06:002010-03-29T15:40:23.770-06:00Thank you; this is a beautiful gift, and I'm s...Thank you; this is a beautiful gift, and I'm so happy that you have that experience reading my blog. I'm glad that you read it and leave your comments (which add their own richness), and that you share your own wonderful writing and stories here.<br /><br />Your blog makes me think a lot about childhood, and the best parts of childhood and child-like thinking that I want to keep alive as an adult. I remember as a kid I once wrote a story about people who used quills instead of oars to get their boat around.<br /><br />Maybe, dear Goat, could the bowsprit be in the shape of a quill? What kind of quill... maybe from the feather of a loon? I'm glad I had a hand in your adventures :)HKatzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17653570160517335758noreply@blogger.com