Saturday, July 28, 2012

Ouran High School Host Club Volume 13 Review

 Ouran High School Host Club, Volume 13 
Author: Bisco Hatori
Publisher: Viz Media
American release date: November 3, 2009
Format/Genre/Length: Manga/Shonen/200 pages
Publisher/Industry Age Rating: Teen
Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★

The class trip to France behind them, life continues in Music Room #3; the Host Club assembles once more, and this time they take their faithful followers to Turkey! Tamaki has taken a renewed interest in the workings of the club, and between that and learning about his father’s business, he is kept very busy. He’s concerned about Haruhi possibly having a fever and keeps trying to talk her into going to the hospital. Meanwhile, the other members of the club are trying to analyse Haruhi and Tamaki, while Hikaru tries to deal with his own feelings toward Haruhi.


Haruhi heads home, where Mei is waiting for her. Haruhi confesses that she seems to be having an allergic reaction to Tamaki; she describes her symptoms—her heart hurts when she sees him, sometimes it palpitates, she feels feverish and she can’t speak clearly…Before Mei can tell her what this means, Kaoru calls and implores her not to, but she leaves behind a girls’ magazine which contains a ♥ test; Haruhi decides to take it, with surprising results. Well, surprising to her. The rest of us have known the truth for quite a while!

The next day, Haruhi runs into Tamaki and inquires as the previous day’s meeting. She confesses to having stayed up too late, reading a magazine, even as she realizes she has all the symptoms—she’s in love with Tamaki! Unable to handle the truth, she says she’s going to the nurse and tells her she is leaving school, unwell, then she runs to Mei’s school, confused and unsure.

The next day, a recovered Haruhi approaches the class president and the twins and tells them a skiing trip sounds great! (as long as the costs are kept down, of course). She’s decided to be a more interactive Haruhi, and not simply go through the motions. She’s going to do things and enjoy things, including skiing.

As a new interactive Haruhi, she suggests the Host Club cosplay Japanese folktales, and she assigns them parts.  But their complaints are making her feel guilty for having spoken up. An unexpected find in the form of a treasure map leads to fun for all, though. Another outcome is that Hikaru confesses to Tamaki that he has feelings for Haruhi.
On with the ski trip! Somehow Haruhi ends up rooming with Hikaru, who is struggling to reconcile his own feelings with the possibility that he may have inadvertently clued Tamaki into discovering his own feelings for Haruhi. Hikaru tries to feel out Haruhi, without revealing too much information, and she gives him what advice she can, considering he’s being very vague.

In a bonus episode, we see Tamaki’s first day in Japan, and how it went.


I am so happy that Haruhi has finally gotten a clue! Now, if only Tamaki would do the same! We’re really getting down to the heart and soul of the matter now. I feel sorry for Hikaru, for I can’t see that his feelings for Haruhi will get him anywhere but heartbroken, and of course I am cheering for Haruhi and Tamaki to end up together. Only five volumes left!

The ski trip was cute, and so is the emerging Haruhi. She’s finally coming out of her shell and developing, rather than just reacting to what happens around her. Great addition to the Host Club family!

Friday, July 27, 2012

One Piece 6: The Oath Review

One Piece, Volume 6: The Oath  
Author: Eiichiro Oda
Publisher: Viz Media
American release date: March 1, 2005
Format/Genre/Length: Manga/Shonen/200 pages
Publisher/Industry Age Rating: Teen
Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★

Sanji, sous chef and maitre d’ on the oceangoing restaurant Baratie, feeds a starving pirate, and Luffy is even more convinced that Sanji is the man for him. He invites him to join his pirate crew, but Sanji declines, although Luffy declines his declination and insists that the chef has to join them! The just-fed pirate declares himself to be a member of the pirate Krieg’s crew and, on hearing of Luffy’s plans, he warns them to stay away from the Grand Line!


It’s back to work for Chore Boy, as it has been determined that Luffy must serve on the Baratie for one year to pay what he owes. Although he seems to be adding to his debt with the number of dishes he’s broken already. Thinking to make himself useful, he tries to clean the wok, only to get a hot hand for his trouble and a scolding.

To his dismay, he finds Zolo, Nami, and Usopp sitting at a table, waiting to be served while he has to work! Life just isn’t fair, and how can they do this to him? Sanji arrives at their table and is instantly besotten with Nami. He gives her anything she wants, but all he gives the others is a hard time.

Meanwhile, pirate Gin has returned to Don Krieg’s ship, only to learn that it’s in deplorable condition—he offers to guide the wounded ship to the Baratie.

Sanji and the chef of the Baratie are arguing in the dining room, but this is something the diners come for, to see the battles that take place on the restaurant/ship. Sanji and Usopp aren’t exactly hitting if off either, but Nami is really being treated like a queen!

Two days later Don Krieg and his pirate crew reach the Baratie. Instantly he demands food for one hundred starving pirates. The cooks tell him no way, if they feed the pirates, then they’ll regain strength and seize their ship. Why should they want to do that? Despite that logic, Sanji heads to the kitchen to make those hundred meals.

“My job is to feed people, not judge them,” he says, and off he goes to cook.

When Don Krieg sees Chef Zeff, he recognizes him as “Red Shoe” Zeff, at one time a most formidable foe. Apparently Zeff has been to the Grand Line too, and Krieg wants the journal he kept of the experience.  Says Zeff, “I won’t give it to the likes of you.”

What happened at the Grand Line to produce such fear in the hearts of the pirates? And what will Luffy and his crew do when the same calamity that befell them makes its appearance at the Baratie? And hey, just where the heck did Nami go with the Merry Go and all the treasure?


Watching Luffy assemble his crew piece is piece is very entertaining, and the escapades aboard the Baratie are no exception to that rule. I like Sanji, and the new nemesis is already proving to be a worthy foe. The fun never stops with One Piece, and the action just keeps on going!

I like the artwork, and think it fits the characters and the story very well. Before each chapter, there are images of Buggy the Clown, for those who miss the colorful pirate.

This volume ends, as most of them do, with a cliffhanger. Can’t wait to see what the next one brings! I highly recommend this series for readers of all ages.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Wednesday Briefs: Trapped in Time #12

Happy Wednesday and welcome to another edition of the Wednesday Briefs! This week's prompts are courtesy of our very own Prompt Diva, MA Church: The prompt is "pushing the envelope" with these alternate prompts:  Use: flat tire, cell phone, a type of liquid or "You want me to do what?" or have something to do with food in your story, or use: ceiling fan, candle, dead plant.

As you'll recall in last week's episode of Trapped in Time the boys were about to have breakfast, yum! Wonder if Doll ever gave in and ate a bug? Let's find out!  Then don't forget to visit all the other Wednesday Briefers, whose links can be found at the end of this post!

Trapped in Time #12

“I don’t suppose you have any bacon?” I ask hopefully. Charlie gives me a confused look, and Vittorio whispers that the poor creature is a vegetarian, and that if any prehistoric pigs exist in this point in time, the odds of find them and getting them to roast themselves for our benefit are slim to none.
Is it very wrong of me to hope we find a little schwein, and that perhaps a bolt of lightning…

Breakfast is done, and I’ve managed to avoid adding bugs to my diet, at least for now—too bad Myron can’t say the same; he’s looking decidedly green, but I have to hand it to him, he hung in there and took it like a man.

I’m sorry, that image is wrong on so many levels… I’d like to erase that from my memory… now.

My stomach is indignant and not being shy about letting me know it’s unhappy that there’s been no sign of any wurst. Not bratwurst, or knackwurst,  or bockwurst or blutwurst; not even leberwurst, which my mother makes herself and is very delicious!  No sign of meat of any kind, and I’m craving it in the worst possible way.

But on the brighter side, we’re going to get my penny farthing, for apparently the spot where it was last seen lies along the route that we must travel to get to the Professor. Or so Charlie says. And as we are strangers in a strange land, it is only reasonable that we trust to this native-born… man…  in order to get the lay of the land.

Vittorio and I clean up the remains of the meal. Just because we’re trapped in time does not mean we need not maintain our high standards as regards cleanliness and orderliness. It is ingrained in me, and he has learned it from me.  We gather everything together that we shall require for our journey. Charlie is unsure how far away the Professor is, and he has no understanding of measurement that he can put into any terms that we can relate to.

There is very little to carry, I’m afraid. We have the clothes on our back, and some food which we are taking with us, just to be sure of eating along the way.  Vittorio—my very clever lover—has taken some of the larger leaves and formed a makeshift travel bag which we can take turns carrying.

Just as we are about to depart into the unknown, suddenly a strange creature drops from the trees.

Snakes!”  Myron screams, instantly flinging his arms over his head in a protective gesture. As if that would even stop a snake, if he wished to attack?

Being calmer, Vittorio and I watch the bundle of fur as it clambers up Charlie’s leg, chittering in a high-pitched squeal.

“Calm down, Myron, it’s not a snake, it’s a monkey,” I tell him; he’s quivering more than a bowl full of lime Jell-o.

Hmmm… could this be Charlie’s… wife? Why I think that, I don’t know. There’s nothing inherently female in this primate, and I think Charlie’s voice was just as screechy as this one’s is.

Charlie and the other chimp exchange a few “words” in their native tongue before Charlie walks the newcomer over toward the still shaking Myron. He says something in chimp, points to Myron. The monkey screeches again, its voice rising at least an octave.

“Myron,” Charlie addresses his lover. “This is…” Another word I can’t understand, but obviously one that refers to the monkey in his arms.  “She is my sister,” he adds.

Ah… so much for my theory that monkey Charlie has a mate. Other than Myron, that is.

“Sister?” Myron quivers, but I can see he’s growing a little bolder now, looking between Charlie and the monkey.

“Yes, my sister. She’d like to come with us. Do you think you can make her like me?” He sounds very hopeful, placing a lot of trust in someone whose skills with a wand are negligible at best, and often dangerous.

“You want me to do what?

Vittorio and I trade glances. Just as Myron pulls out his wand, we move together with one purpose. I restrain Myron’s arms and Vittorio takes his piece of wood away. It’s for his own good, really it is, as well as ours.

“I am sorry, Charlie,” Vittorio apologizes, “but your sister is welcome to come as she is. Maybe the Professor can help her when we find him?”

Assuming Charlie doesn’t change back in the meantime, I can’t help but think. We’ve got no real ideal of the stability of any of these spells he’s “cast.” In fact, we might just find ourselves back where we started without a moment’s notice. Best not to tempt fate.

Charlie doesn’t seem overly upset. He chatters to his sister, and then she chatters back, before she leaps from Charlie’s arms into Myron’s, and plants a big kiss on his cheek.

Runs in the family, does it?

Myron seems a bit unnerved, but he takes it in stride, all things considered.

“You should give Charlie’s sister a name,” Vittorio suggests. Yes, something we can all pronounce would be nice.

Myron looks flustered. Perhaps anything to do with the opposite sex is beyond his ability to deal with. But at last, he says, “Mary.”

I understand immediately. He’s just named her after Mary Pickford, America’s Sweetheart. Good choice.  Vittorio vocally agrees with me. He reaches out to the newly christened monkey, and introduces himself, offering his hand, which she takes and licks, producing giggles from me.

Well, that’s all settled, now we are really ready to go.

Charlie and Myron take the lead, with Mary clinging to Myron. I guess she has become attached to him in the short duration of their acquaintance.  Charlie and Myron are holding hands. Vittorio and I follow them, our hands likewise engaged.

We’re going to see the Professor. Maybe he can find us a way home?

to be continued

Now go see what the other Wednesday Briefers are up to!

Nephylim     m/m
MA Church     m/m
Tali      m/m
Lily Sawyer m/m

Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Fifty Shades Darker Review

Fifty Shades Darker  
Author: E L James
Publisher: Vintage
American release date: April 17, 2012
Format/Genre/Length: Novel/Romance/544 pages
Publisher/Industry Age Rating: Mature Audience
Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★

Ana is taking life one day at a time, ever since she walked out on Christian Grey, three days ago, after the horrific episode with the belt, returning everything he ever gave her. She tries to focus on her new job with SIP, but it’s not easy. The apartment seems too empty, what with Kate in the Barbados. And she misses Christian more than she can say. Imagine her surprise when she receives an email at work… from Christian… asking her if she wants a ride to Jose’s exhibition the next day. Holy shit, she forgot all about it!


The idea of seeing Christian again is both torture and heaven. What else can she do but say yes? The next day at the office drags, and her boss, Jack, seems unusually attentive. When Christian arrives to pick her up, he takes an instant dislike to Jack. He notices immediately, to his displeasure,  that Ana has lost weight, just in the few days they’ve been apart, and presses to know when she last ate. He flies them in Charlie Tango to the exhibition, and Jose is dismayed to see him there. Ana is surprised that so many people know who she is, but the reason becomes apparent when she sees the seven large photographs of herself that Jose has put on display. And which Christian promptly buys.

Leaving the exhibition, Christian takes Ana out to eat. It’s obvious how much they’ve missed one another and how much they want to be together. He has a proposition for her, of a different kind. He wants a relationship with her—a vanilla relationship without any kinky fuckery. As in forget the contract, start all over again. She protests that she likes some of that kinky fuckery, and he smiles.

Slowly but surely, Christian and Ana begin to mend their relationship. This is new territory for both of them. Christian tells her no more playroom—he couldn’t bear to lose her again. Since she’s been gone, the nightmares have come back. Ana thinks not everything in the playroom was bad. The biggest problem is that she didn’t use the safe word. Why? Because she forgot. But that isn’t good enough for Christian, and he won’t risk losing her again.

Ana had almost forgotten a creepy incident at work, involving a strange woman who bore an eerie resemblance to her that asked her what Ana has that she doesn’t until she learns that Christian has a loony ex on the loose by the name of Leila, and apparently that was her! What does Leila want with Ana? She’s not sure she wants to know.

When Ana insists she needs a haircut, Christian takes her to a chic salon called Esclava, and they wait for the hairdresser to be free. Suddenly a very pretty and stylish blonde appears and Christian goes to her and suddenly Ana just knows who she is—Mrs. Robinson herself! What the hell?

Crazy exes, dangerous and horny bosses, publishing wheeling and dealing, and layers of secret are not exactly conducive to Christian and Ana finding their way back to one another. Do they have what it takes? And are they each willing to put forth the effort that’s required to deal with one another?

Will love keep them together? Who’s determined to split them apart?


I liked Fifty Shades Darker every bit as much as Fifty Shades of Grey, perhaps even more so, because we know the characters better now, and have gotten closer to them. I can’t help but root for this young couple, and want them to be together. I think they are the perfect match, and their love is strong enough to conquer anything.

We learn a lot more about Christian and his background in this book, and why he is fifty shades of fucked-up. It’s amazing he’s as functional as he is. Interestingly, he has something in common with Dexter Morgan, but I won’t say what, that would be spoiling. We also learn more about just what he does, besides owning a beauty salon and a publishing company, he is seriously into helping developing nations, both in terms of food and technology, and is working on a mobile phone that does not require either electricity or battery—a solar powered mobile phone!

We get to see Mrs. Robinson too, and it’s not a pretty picture. I think that the term is used incorrectly, to be honest, as Ana sees her as a pedophile, and the original Mrs. Robinson, of The Graduate, was not that—Benjamin Braddock (Dustin Hoffman) was in college when they began their affair, whereas in Fifty Shades, Christian was only 15. Be that as it may, it gets the point across. Christian tries to excuse what happened by saying that it saved him, but I have to believe you can save a teenager without having sex with him and teaching him the finer points of bdsm. Just my opinion, of course.

There’s a lot going on in this second volume of the trilogy and I loved it, and can’t wait to read more. This is ultimately a romance, not a bdsm book. The bdsm was more a part of the first book, but it wasn’t the focus, simply a means to an end. The bottom line is this is a romance about two people in love and should not be compared to other bdsm books. Haters, back off.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Serial Killer Sunday

Today I'm doing something a little bit different for Serial Killer Sunday - I'm posting a poem I wrote a long time ago that I recently ran across. I hope you like it!  Don't forget, you have until the end of the month to join in the Blissemas in July fun and enter for a chance to win A Special Christmas!


By Julie Lynn Hayes

You can call me Charlie,   
You can call me Ted.
Glance over your shoulder,
Check under your bed.
Search the smiles of total strangers—passersby  you meet,
But don’t forget that loves ones, too, sometimes do feel the heat.

Underneath we are the same, you and I.
And I can go by any other name; haven’t I?

Landru, Gacy, Dahmer,
Madeline Smith and Mary Bell.
A cavalcade of honorees
Whose tales we know full well.
Berkowitz and Whitman,
Wayne Williams and Richard Speck.
Lizzie Borden raised an axe,
Whacked Daddy in  the neck.

Somewhere there is lurking
A man well known to you,
Behind the public face he wears
A secret smile – what did he do?

Perhaps you’ll never know.   
Can you watch him all the time?
You’ve got your own life to lead,
And so do he and I.

A secret rage burns deep inside of many hidden hearts,
A time bomb measured in increments of broken body parts.
Think twice before  you pick a fight, or flip someone the bird.
For there are far worse things in life than an unpleasant word.

The bell keeps tolling,
The body count growing.
Just remember this,
As you live in ignorant bliss,
Only the worst among us has been caught,
The best are still at large.

Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie

Friday, July 20, 2012

Guest Blogger Penny Estelle

Today my guest is author Penny Estelle. She's bravely answered my Rick Reed questions, and she's going to talk about some of her releases. Welcome her if you will, gather around, and I'll let her begin while I turn up the A/C and make some drinks!

Hi Julie and thanks for having me on your blog today.  First let me tell the nice folks that the books I have out are for the MG/tween age group, but hey, your readers might have kids, nephews or nieces – right?
Anywho, I am very excited to be visiting here today so, throw those questions my way, Julie.

1)      You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that person and what item do you have?

I’m going with Tarzan.  He could easily find me food, keep me safe, swing me from tree to tree (of course this would have to be 30 years ago when I was a touch smaller), plus the guy was not a talker, so I could be in charge of all the conversations! 

As to my one item – a global satellite phone w/GPS tracking built in.  Eventually, even Tarzan would become a pain in the ass and somebody would have to come and get me.

Sidebar:  When I read the question to my hubby he asked, “Did you say I would be your person?”    I said, “Yeppers, honey – of course!”    
2)      Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?
Well, we live in rural AZ out in the middle of nowhere so I’m going with Oklahoma  as they had no electricity either and I am Aunt Eller – the old broad!

3)      Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less scenario using them:  swallow, generous, mentally
I was mentally ready.  I would be generous tonight and finally give him what he wanted – what all men wanted.  We were celebrating our fiftieth anniversary.  He had taken a pill and called for me, excitement ringing in his voice.  I hurried in to see Clarence (my little pet name for his second brain) standing at attention, proudly waiting for his reward.  Before either of us could say whoopee, the fight went out of Clarence and he was done.
My hubby smirked, “Damn pill.”
I swallowed, walked over, and blew on poor Clarence.  “Happy Anniversary, Big Boy.”

4)      You’ve just been let loose in the world of fiction, with permission to do anyone you want. Who do you fuck first and why?
This is a no-brainer for me.  If you have ever read Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum books you will understand.  Ranger – hands down!  AND if I could have a second pick I’d give Joe Morelli a go!

5)      What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?
If the world went according to Penny, we would be sitting in a restaurant with outside seating, looking at the ocean.  The sky would be streaked with pinks, grays, and blues as the sun dove toward the horizon.  We would be having steamed clams and a bottle of champagne.  Our feet covered in sand as the tide rushes to cover our ankles as we walk the beach back to our condo.

6)      When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?
I always have to have some idea of a story line.  Once that is established I consider characters.

7)      If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?
I would love to say somebody like Katherine Heigl cause she is just so darn cute OR Jane Seymour because she is the epitome of class, but chances are I would have to go with somebody like Melissa McCarthy of Mike and Molly - because she is funny, caring, but doesn’t take much crap from anybody!

8)      Who’s your favorite horror villain and why? 
This is a toughie…..Horror shows were not my thing.  The clown on Steven King’s It stayed with me for a long time!

9)      Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?
I loved Zorro…both Douglas Fairbanks AND of course Antonio Banderas

10)  Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?
There is a story I would love to do, but there are LOTS of politics in it.  That is a story I will do when it doesn’t matter if I lose some followers – LOL!
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Hike Up Devil’s Mountain – and adventure/fantasy about 3 boys who find their world turned upside down and their only hope lives on top of Devil’s Mountain.  The question is, will they survive the trip?
Create Space for Hike Up Devil’s Mountain – printed book

Billy Cooper’s Awesome Nightmare – a time travel adventure about Billy Cooper who is annoyed when an oral report is assigned and he already has a full weekend planned.  He figures a quick computer search will suffice and will be able to skate by on the assignment – that is until he meets his subject face to face in the 14th century.
A Float Down the Canal – Pam Simpson gets dumped on when her mom is called into work.  She must cancel her plans with her friends and baby-sit her brother and his friend and to make matters worse, her prissy cousin is coming over for her to entertain.  Her worst day ever turns into something very different and it starts with a float down the canal.

I can also be reached at  
@pennystales – twitter
Stop by anytime and say “Hi”!

Excerpt from Hike Up Devil’s Mountain

Jason was getting closer to Andy.  His voice hissed through his teeth.  “You must think we are some kind of stupid.  We aren’t like the hicks who live in this town and if you think we would even begin to believe some story about an old witch who lived here, then you better think again!”  Jason pushed Andy hard against the wooden cabinet.
            Andy shut his eyes waiting for the first blow.  Nothing happened.  He squinted open his left eye and saw Jason’s head cocked to one side, trying to see behind Andy’s back.  “What have you got there, Andy Pandy?”
            Uh oh, the glowing stick.  Andy wasn’t about to give that up.  “Nothing,” he told him, trying to back away but there was no place to go.
            “Oh I think there is something,” Jason sneered.
            “It’s mine!” Andy shouted.  “You will have to do your worst if you think you are taking this from me!”
“No problem,” Jason said, lunging forward.  Andy tried to fake him out, pretending to run one way and then the other.  That didn’t work.  That never worked!   Jason grabbed Andy’s arm that held the stick and tried to grab it.  Something was going to break, and Andy wasn’t sure if it would be the stick or his arm.  They both fell and were rolling on the floor.  Andy knew he was losing this battle.  No matter how hard he held on, he could feel his new-found treasure start to slip out of his grasp.
            “Jason, stop it!”  Danny shouted.  “You’re acting like a big dumb toad!”
            “Yeah…you’re … acting… like…a…toad!” Andy gasped between each word.
            The stick exploded into a flash of light and then the fight was over.  Andy jumped up, trying to fill his lungs with air.  What happened?  Danny came running over to where Andy stood.  “Where’s Jason?”  Andy couldn’t answer because he couldn’t catch his breath.  Danny yelled, “Jason, where are you?  Quit messing around!”
            His chest still heaving, Andy stammered, “I don’t know.  I . . . don’t know what just happened.” 
            They both looked to the floor.  Under one of the boxes was what looked like a pair of pants.  “Jason!” Danny hurried to lift the box.  No Jason — just his pants.  Lying close by were his nice Nike shoes, socks and a short distance away was his shirt.  “What did you do?” he yelled at Andy.
            “Nothing!  I didn’t do anything!  I . . . don’t know!”  Andy had no answers. 
            Danny tried again.  “Jason,” he screamed his name.  “Where are you?”

Excerpt from Float Down the Canal 

            Two hours later Pam, Candy, her brother Jimmy, and his friend Sean, headed out the back door.  Sean’s mouth had literally dropped open when Candy walked out in her new, two-piece bikini.  Pam was waiting for him to start stuttering and drooling.  “Close your mouth Sean before something flies in!”  Pam grumbled as she walked by him.  Nobody ever gawked at her in her one-piece suit.
            Pam led the way behind the garage where several inner tubes laid about.  Everyone grabbed one except for Candy.  She just stood, staring like some ninny.  “Grab a tube,” Pam said.
            “Why?” Candy asked.
            “We float down the canal on them until we reach the pool,” Pam explained patiently.
            Candy was dumbfounded.  “You’re joking, right?  The canal is so...icky.” 
            Here comes the helpless part, but Pam didn’t miss a beat.  “We’ll be home in a couple hours.  See ya then.”
            “I’ll stay home with you,” said the drooling Sean.
            Candy pushed the kid aside, grabbed a tube and ran after the others.  It was a ten-minute walk to the canal and the day was a scorcher.  Pam’s hair was plastered to the sides of her face from sweat, but Candy looked fresh as a daisy.  When they finally reached the canal everybody was ready to jump in just to cool off, everyone except Candy. 
            “Here’s how this works,” Pam started to explain.
“You can’t be serious about this?” Candy interrupted, “The water is green and yucky.  I can’t see the bottom!  Look,” she pointed to a stick floating by, “stuff is floating in the water!”

Excerpt from Billy Cooper's Awesome Nightmare

When the three arrived in Altdorf, they noticed a pole in the middle of the town with a hat on top of it.  A guard drew his sword, stating, “That is the Governor’s hat!  All who pass must bow down and pay homage.”
William slowly pushed his son behind him.  “This is the first I have heard of this order, but it makes no difference.  I willingly bow to my God, but I will never show reverence to an empty hat!”
The guard, seeing the Governor arriving on horseback, puffed out his chest and shouted, “You have disobeyed Governor Gessler’s command so now you must pay the penalty of imprisonment or death!”
Billy jumped between the guard and William Tell. “Whoa, whoa.  Give us a second here,
your guardship.”  Billy turned to William, “Dude, it’s a hat….a stupid hat.  Really?  Go to jail?  You don’t even have to bow all the way,” he whispered, “just bend a little and call the guy a jerk under your breath.”
“I am a free man.  I will not bow to a hat!” William stated loudly.
A booming voice rang out behind them.  “Your disrespect for me will not be tolerated and you will be punished!”
William turned to see the Governor and several guardsmen behind them.  “We do not live in Altdorf.  I knew nothing of your proclamation.  Still, you expect people to bow down to an empty hat?”
“Oh crap,” Billy muttered.
“What is your name?” Gessler asked.
“William Tell.”

Thanks for stopping by, Penny, be sure and come back now, y'hear?

Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie