Saint Veronica, pray for us.
I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me. Galations 2:20
Today’s entry for BettyLouise’s Animal of the Day challenge.
“I wish Uncle King were my daddy,” said cousin Tulip plaintively.
“Why on earth…?” Replied Granny Tarquina in her annoying way of never finishing a sentence.
“Because if he were my daddy, then I’d have my own hobbyhorse,” answered Tulip.
“You can play with my hobbyhorse whenever you want,” piped up Pirouette the Younger. “So what does it matter?”
Tulip pressed on, “It’s not the same. If you want to play with hobbyhorse, then I have to get off and let you.”
Granny smiled affectionately at the girls and said, “Well, Tulip darling, even if that were your hobbyhorse, you’d have to let your cousin play with it anyway. Whenever she wanted…”
Just then, King GarGar and Queen Pirouette entered the nursery. Behind them walk a nursemaid with baby GarGar in her arms. The adults wore strained expressions on their faces because baby GarGar was wailing at the top of his lungs.
“Granny Tarquina!” Cried Pirouette. “Please do something with baby GarGar. He simply won’t stop crying! Do you think he’s ill?”
“Heaven’s no!” Said Granny. “If he were ill, then he wouldn’t be able to cry so lustily!”
This is my entry for Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge.