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Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Dispatches from a Desert Isle: Pirate(Dog)s, Parts II and III

We now resume the fearsome tales of....

PIRATE(DOG)S OF THE CARIBBEAN

(already in process)


Part II: Sea-Wolf

Larger than the cunning Coyote of the Briny Deep be the treacherous Sea-Wolf, a lone hunter who lurks beneath the waves, silently slipping ever closer to his prey, never betraying his presence, save perchance by the merest glimpse of his dorsal tail, bobbing in the tide. The next moment, a sudden splash, and the hapless prey is lost to a watery death. 
Oh, no, wait, that's a Shark

Well then, what is a Wolf?

Dear Lord, is that one RIGHT THERE?!?!? 
Oh sure, he doesn't look scary in this aspect...
but what about HERE?!?!?!?
True fact: wolves are 90% scarier in winter.



When once I saw this creature, I scarce could breathe, and my heart beat near out of my chest. I felt I never again could call myself sane. That once came many years ago, I do confess, on previous travels to the far-off land of Idaho:



Fearsome predators though they are, they can be bested upon occasion.
...especially by bite-sized prickle balls
(or humans with guns).

They are still endangered: in 2012 there were only 58 wolves in Arizona.

and there are only three main population areas left in the whole United States. 
Not cool, hunters. Not cool at all.

Come on, who would want to kill these little whippersnappers?
Mama loves her pups.
Little Blue Eyes wants to liiiiiiiiiiive!

Beware: the fearsome Sea-wolf will send her pups as a lure to catch humans for dinner.
And if you think that's dangerously cute, dear Reader, I pray you not to read any farther...

It's not too late to stop reading!

Oh. Now it is.

Part III: Red Foxes Tell No Tales

Most Arizona foxes are Grey Foxes, though there are also Kit Foxes and Red Foxes. These secretive beasts practice the art of hypnotizing their prey with cuteness. If the unsuspecting victim does not actually run to the fox him(or her)self, the fox simply prances over and bites the poor prey to death with joy. Then they stretch themselves in the sun. Oh do they ever...
Ahhhhh..... niiiice streeeeetch.

Here are some other Fox Fun Facts






for example, a female fox is called a Vixen.











No no no, not like Santa's reindeer, Vixen! 

Try again...



Non, ceci n'est pas un renard! Cette Vixen, c'est un "hair band." 
(Kids, this is that "80s Big Hair" we talked about)

One more try...

Awwww, now that's cute.



You may also remember one of my favorite foxes, the Fantastic Mr. Fox. 
(Take a break and see how the film was made: stop-motion like your Lego movies...)

Okay, back to real foxes... You know the ridiculous song, but foxes are much more interesting than that...
(Please memorize all these sounds immediately. There will be a quiz.)






Plus, they LOOOOOOOOOVE to play!

(Maybe we'll see these guys next door 
one of these days)








Trampolines are great practice, because foxes pounce on their food too, especially if it's buried in the snow:

They also like to pounce on toys:






Fennec foxes
(who don't live in this Island), 
look a whole lot like some friends of yours...

Fennekin and Eevee!


They are even sillier than our other foxes.


They like to play too...

...and eat strawberries for the first time...

...but some are not sure about baths yet.

One thing you can say about all foxes:
they never ever ever
(well, hardly ever)
give up their tails 
(or their tales)
Luckily some will tell fox tail tales for them.



Epilogue: A Triumvirate of Piratical Pooches, or Who is Eating Me?

Though they may appear by a trick of the light to be the same beast, the Wolf, Coyote and Fox are mere cousins. Please study the differences between wolves, coyotes and foxes before you head out to be eaten so you can be sure to curse your predator appropriately. There is nothing so offensive to a Sea-Wolf than in the midst of their eating to hear themselves called "Cursed Coyote" or to a Coyote of the Deep to be called a "Fox-Fiend."

First, as you head out to your doom, check for tracks with this handy guide:



Next, though it may not be foremost in your mind as you are being ripped limb-from-limb, please cease your screaming long enough to notice the size of your attacker's head and teeth:
L - R: Wolf, Coyote, Fox

If still in doubt, perhaps note his ears and nose:

If you try to escape by climbing a tree, and the beast pursues you still, 
you can say for certain that it is a fox who seeks to eat you.
(Yeah, try that, wolf or coyote!)

But other than that... 
oh, you know what, by the time you figure it out, they will have eaten you, 
so forget it and just read these instructions for surviving a wolf attack
it pretty much works for all of them.

And thus ends the tedious-brief saga of the Pirate(Dog)s of the Desert Isle.

May you have learned its lessons well.

Monday, February 2, 2015

Dispatches from a Desert Isle: Pirate(Dog)s, Part I

Today I begin a Three-Part Tale for you Scurvy Dogs...

PIRATE(DOG)S OF THE CARIBBEAN

today
Prologue
to be immediately followed by
Part I: Coyotes of the Briny Deep

coming soon
Part II: Sea-Wolf 
Part III: Foxes Tell No Tales


Prologue

Even the First Mate Oliver the Fierce appears a wee bit afeared of the dread beasts that roam this Isle!






but that may be because he's an ewok






Admit it, I'm right.

C'mon, look at him!






See? What did I tell you?






That's his battle gear.





ANYwho... on to the story...

Part I: Coyotes of the Briny Deep


Since I first came to this place, I have had many sightings of the Coyote de la mer. You may remember Day 2 of my captivity, when I saw several slinking off around the corner and feared they might be the familiars of my ghostly host... (I thank the stars that was not true.)




Sometimes you know they are near—no doubt stalking you, ready to strike, alone or in their fiendish pack—because you see their marks...










Agh! Moth, what are you doing?!?








By the time you see the creature itself—it is often too late to escape your doom. Here is one I spotted in broad daylight—I still know not how I managed to flee with my life.
Thar she be...
...tracking my scent before...
...giving me the evil eye!
















Since she laid eyes on me, I have felt myself cursed.


Here be one swimming back to his ocean lair:

Here be their young, fiendishly impersonating the civilized dog...

...and here be their babes, 
enticing the unwary mortal towards certain doom with their unholy cuteness


The superstitious natives refer to the coyote-of-the-deep as "God's Dog" when speaking aloud of her...
...but only because they know the trickster she is and fear her devilish pranks if they speak worse...

The demon beasts gather some nights to cry their tales aloud each night under the moon—I have even heard tell of translated tales from the coyotes who live at the Desert Museum

and the island's inhabitants tell yet more sinister stories... 



Laugh if you will, but one can scarcely escape these wily characters. 

One ran right in front of our car yesterday (!),
and oft I hear them keening their eerie songs deep into the night.

(Dear friends, I do advise you to click the link above before attempting the video below, to acclimate yourself to the eerie screams lest they give you a case of the fears from which you ne'er recover.)



You will excuse me, I hope, but I can not go on. 
My very blood is chilled unto the bone, and my heart stops almost from fear.

Thank the heavens above you have escaped the dread Coyote of the Briny Deep for now
and shall live to hear another tale
another day.

Sleep now, my children... if you can!

Monday, January 12, 2015

Dispatches from a Desert Isle, Day 5

A View of Cutlip's Lair

Dearest Ones, 

It appears I will be here for some time, and I have begun to adjust to my captivity. I promised to describe further the lair as a whole, and here I will.



There is another bunk near mine, more spacious yet not as homey—here are a few pictures of it (mark especially the ingenious wall cabinet:






 

























folded down once, it becomes a clever writing desk...








and when the entirety is opened, it makes a bunk for two!



This bunk is currently occupied by a mild-mannered "pilgrim" who goes by the dubious moniker Short-Plank Sherry.


There is one rustic head we share, an outdoor, rocky shower and sink:




where the waters run surprisingly warm! 


All are afforded entrance to the main living quarters:






which are quite luxurious indeed...





The galley is shockingly large (but then there are many in the band to feed)...


and the remainder of the compound is in the open-air but surrounded by a wall so none can get in or out.










Pirate wind chimes—made of rusty swords of those they have defeated?

All I have shown you, save for the Captain's own apartments, 
from which we are all forbidden.
(Dun-dun-DAHHHHHHH!)






Friday, January 9, 2015

Dispatches from a Desert Isle, Day 4

Day 4

At last I have caught a glimpse of the Dread Captain Saucy Cutlip, and I live to tell the tale! She manifested in human shape, as a handsome Piratrix of some age and wisdom. I stumbled upon her by accident as she slinked away to seek the healing herbs of the desert, or so she said. Are these herbs what help her keep her human form? or regain it? Certainly she appeared skittish of me and seem to have something to hide. Startled, she thanked me again for my help obtaining food the previous day but scuttled away and for the remainder of the day declined further nourishment. Oddly, I found myself rather disappointed that the eggs and quesadillas topped with salsa and avocado would be appreciated only by myself....





The day dawned cool and rainy, so I remained in at doors until I ventured out in the evening to visit the crew, who are fast becoming friends to me. 




They told me tales of monsoons coming over the region in the summertime, with lightning unrivaled in any of the far flung Americas, and I was glad of such a light drizzle for the day and dearly hope I will be back among my loved ones before I face such a fearsome storm.





Tomorrow I hear more dampness is expected, and I will attempt a longer missive, with more information on the area.