Kung Fu Jungle...

Twas not the night Red feared, but the scraggly trees with their biting, biting comments!
"ooh, is that what you're wearing?"
"Here she comes in her 'camouflage'"
'Y'know that's not going to scare any wolves don't you?"
But still she persevered, her gas lantern burning low. The prospect of Wolf-Pie at the woodcutters house being just the incentive she needed!


And lo Barnaby did spy 'pon the orizon a ship of great size!
Or is that shop? (Barnaby wasn't much good with letters...)


The old insisted he was still ok to fight, and with a stick like that we weren't going to argue!

Santa came to me on the Train...

Somewhere along the line my kids have come up with the idea that Santa Claus, giver of gifts and generally kind person, is also a figure to be feared.

I've always told them Santa is a program, running on a supercomputer buried beneath the north polar ice cap. The computer downloads a limited 'self' into 360 robot simulacra (one for each degree of longitude) (or is it latitude?) (no, I'm pretty sure it's longitude), ok, anyways, 360 robots. And they all run hither and yon. Possibly even helter skelter. Across their slice of the globe delivering pressies to unwitting sleepers.

So how, I ask, do my kids insist Santa eats sleeping children (unless of course their father is waiting, watching, ready to use his Venusian Judo).

kids. HAH!