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Hope a little happiness comes your way. . .

Phredd and Phœbee: Phugitives?

We hadn't heard hide nor hair of the Snowes since their postcard from Palm Beach, and we got a little worried. So we sent a private-eye down to Florida to check on them. It seemed that no one had heard of them or seen them, but odd reports of an international jewel and art thief were circulating as far down as Miami. People were saying that the thief's m.o. was to leave puddles of water about. Quirky.

After a lot of snooping and who knows what else, the detective finally discovered that Phredd and Phœbee were ensconced at the Crowne Plaza Hotel in West Palm Beach! Are you wondering how they can afford to stay at a place like that? How do they have money at all? Don't think about that! Maybe Phredd and Phœbee really are international jewel and art thieves. Hmmmmm. . . puddles of water, eh?

How could you think such things about such nice people! You are being rather suspicious, don't you think?

So far, the private-eye hasn't even caught a glimpse of the two lovely Snowes! He doesn't have a single photograph to justify his none-too-shabby advance (his clothes however, were quite shabby). So how did we acquire the photo of Phredd and Phœbee in the Gallery? Hmmmmmm. . . maybe it's a hoax?

No way! The Gallery monitor was keeping a close eye on the two. He said they kept getting too close to the artwork, and he was about to kick them out of the place. Phredd and Phœbee really seemed to love the Georgia O'Keefe! "Such warm colours!", they said. He was so suspicious that he took this snapshot, and notated their comment which he just happened to overhear. The watchman said if that painting ever showed up missing, they'd know who the thief was right away. Is this fair?

The detective also managed to get an interview with the janitor of the Gallery, who said there were some really big puddles he had to mop up. As per the detective, the poor man looked a little soused with consternation.

Phredd and Phœbee, phugitives? How could you think such a thing!

This Phototoon is by Karen Gladys Henry ©2007 and is a work of phiction. (ya think?)

Phredd and Phœbee at the Beach

"Hey friends and fam! We've been enjoying our stay in Florida so much we forgot to write! Hope ya'll (that's how they talk down here you know) aren't too jealous. It took us a while to warm up, so we roasted marshmallows on the beach, and had s'mores! We've collected lots of shells and we're taking lots of pics. Don't think we're getting tan though (he. . .he)! Tomorrow we're going to try the seadoo. No pics for that though. Don't get any frostbite while we're gone."

Love and hugs, Phredd and Phœbee Snowe

This PhotoToon is by Karen Gladys Henry © 2007

All characters and situations are phicticious, and any resemblance to real people, places, or things is totally occidental.

Phredd and Phœbee Snowe Globe

Our little keepsake to remember home. . .

Phredd and Phœbee Snowe at Home

Phredd and Phœbee* live high in the mountains of Glacier National Park. You might have seen them if you had gone there on vacation, but most people don’t go there in the winter. It’s too cold and snowy.
When this photo was taken, they were huddled around their campcandle, trying to keep warm. This was the conversation that was overheard:
"Phœbee, dear, I’m really getting t-t-tired of being so c-c-cold and sh-sh-shivery. I think it’s time we t-t-take a vacation. W- w-what do you think?"
"Phredd, I’m right-t-t there with you! It’s just so hard-d-d to concentrate on any-y-thing when all I can do i-i-is be cold. Where did you ha-a-ave in mind?"
"W-w-well, I guess the best p-p-place for a vacation is F-florida: it's the s-s-sunshine state, you know."
"Phredd, you’re a genius-s-s! Let’s get pa-a-acked right away! I can’t wait to get unfroz-z-zen."
"OK, Phœbee. Use the p-p-portmanteau that Aunt S-s-slushy gave us. And d-don’t forget to p-pack our big B-b-bible. You n-never know when we might n-n-need it."
So Phredd and Phœbee packed their few belongings, hopped into their snowmobile and raced down the snowy mountainside to the nearest airport. They left their cool old portmanteau with the baggage checker and followed the line of travellers onto the airplane.
"G-g-good thing we got here early," said Phredd, with a grin, "I wouldn’t want to be b-b-bumped off our flight."
"I di-i-dn’t like the sec-c-curity check. It ma-a-ade me feel weird."
"Oh, Phœbee, y-y-you’re so silly. At least you didn’t have to t-take b-b-boots off!"
"Si-i-lly snowman!"
They got settled into their seats, and the nice stewardess, oh, I mean flight attendant, helped them get their seat belts on.
"Would either of you like a cup of coffee?" she asked politely. "You look cold!"
Phredd and Phœbee looked at each other and smiled. "No, thanks. W-w-we’re fine."
Phœbee had the window seat, because Phredd was nice enough to give it to her. She leaned her face on the window, leaving crystalline fog on the port-hole-like thing. After they’d been in the air a while, Phredd leaned over her a bit and said, "I’ve n-never seen the m-m-mountains from such a vantage p-p-oint. They sure look c-cold."
"Go-ood thing we’re go-o-ing to Florida," Phœbee said, and fell fast asleep.
I'll keep you posted as to how their trip goes. Stay tooned!
*All characters and situations are fictional, and any resemblance to real people, places, or things is totally occidental.

This PhotoToon was created by Karen Gladys Henry. Copyright 2007.

What?

Space Piggy

Don't worry! There's a magic bubble around this piggy so he can breathe in outer space. Have any ideas as to where he might be headed? Maybe he will drop in for tea with the elephant. Hope this gives you a giggle, as it does me ;)

Unintelligentsia

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thumb times
mysteriously myth represented (hic)
by well, intent-shunned
people.
The theory of thumb ich [sic]
that thumbthing over-et it.

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most seriously myth used (hic)
by those attempting to be
pedantic.
The rule of thumb ich [sic]
to never over-edit.

The pterodactyl ich [sic]
thumb times
quite terribly myth placed (hic)
in the Pleistocene
epoch.
What thumb think scientific ich [sic]
practically psychotic.

The poet dactylic ich [sic]
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deplorably myth construed (hic)
in this plasticine
era.
But what thumb think artistic ich [sic]
truly (sigh) cot tic.


by Karen Gladys Henry, circa 2006

Don't Mind Me I'm. . .

. . . just a little nuts!