Raven

[den]

I have just had to euthanase a raven because some bugger decided it would look better with a bullet hole in its side.

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[lilangelwings.livejournal.com]

A favorite story?! I have so many. I actually wrote a final paper here in college 3 years ago about him. It only had to be 4-5 pages...I wrote 15! There are just so many stories it was hard just choosing one....I think the two best ever would be the rooster and the moon people....

My dad used to take my brother and I out hunting with him when we were really little in the fall and early winter. He would wrap us up in layers and layers of cloths and give us tons of blankets to sleep in since it was before the sun was even up. And when we did wake up, he had lots of chocolate to feed us to keep us warm. Sometimes my uncle and cousines (who were the same ages) would go too but way off on the other side of the woods. We would meet up for lunch and then go back out again. This one particular time...Im not sure exactly, but we were driving home either very late or driving to get breakfast very early because it was dark and the moon was full in the sky. My uncle was driving with us kids in the back and my dad turns around and sees us admiring the moon. "You know the moon people are having a party up there?" and off he went. We were completely captivated by the story that was weaving before us. Him and my uncle started explaining that when the moon was full and bright like it was, the moon people were having a party to celebrate all the animals that they saved. They would come to earth and find all the animals that were either abandoned or injured by a reclkess hunter and take them to the moon with them. By the time they were completely healed or grown enough to be released again, they would bring them back to earth but theyre fur was completely white like the moon! Thats where albinos came from. The moon people were only as big as us kids and they glowed like the moon. My uncle and dad met a few of them and they see them almost every time they go out hunting. They dont talk, but they love M&Ms and Cola. They befriended my uncle and dad because they respected nature and the animals and didnt hunt for sport. I went my whole childhood believing it and then it just faded as a memory...then a few years ago my dad and I were reminising and he told me that him and my uncle were just going off the seat of their pants making it up as they go. I got a kick out of that. OH! And another...more traumatizing story (then the rooster) was about the monster under my bed. I was always afraid of under the bed at night and I would always run as fast as I could and jump from as far as i could manage onto the bed. I didnt want anything grabbing me from underneath. So one night when I was about five or six, I finished brushing my teath and going to the bathroom and ran into my room like I did everynight and jumped, but in mid air some thing grabbed my leg. I screamed and rolled myself up in the covers. Over and over I screamed for my daddy and that there was a monster under the bed. He came in and flipped the lights on and calmed me down. He did a thorough check on the room for monsters and when none turned up he tucked me in and left. from that moment on, every mosquito buzz, every fly or cricket chirping I would yell for my dad to check for monsters. I dont know at what point this happened, but the monster I imagined too on the form of a giant sea dwelling dinosaur with a long neck and sharp teeth. I believed that until the day my dad confessed (yeah, I was 18 and still though there had been a monster) He had crawled unter the bed thinking that it would be funny to play a joke on me. It was HIM that reached out and grabbed my leg. And that look of loving amusement I remember was mischivous amusement instead! And boy did he regret it for all the times I made him check for the monster in the middle of the night. XP

[dewhitton.livejournal.com]

I was always afraid of the Things Under The Bed, but I had my brave panda Snowytoes to protect me. As long as he went to the bathroom with me, the thoings would never attack.

But I couldn't let my arms an legs dangle over the edge.

[lilangelwings.livejournal.com]

Whenever I had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night I would go as fast as I could and then bolt the second I pressed the lever to flush the toilet, run into my room, do my flying leap, and hide under the covers all before the last bit of water went down and made that loud gurgle noise. I always thought that when the water was gone, a monster could climb up out and I didnt want to be anywhere near when it did. I had a very active imagination...part of me still believes XP