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Super Squirrel, Legend of the Trees

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In honor of Squirrel Appreciation Day we give you Super Squirrel, Legend of the Trees.

Think of the furry legends of the trees and marvel at their daring branch to branch leaps and skittering dashes to find buried treasure! Sure, it would be fun to invite the little fellas inside (perhaps for a cup of acorn tea), but it’s best to leave the wild animals in their natural habitat.  Though, with our wooden squirrel toys you can play right along without the little guys making a mess of your fruit bowl.

fanciful illustration with unicorn creating butterflies

Magic Unicorns Create Butterflies


fanciful illustration with unicorn creating butterflies

“Where do butterflies come from?”  The Kids ask.

The Kids are curious little explorers, they love to learn.  Scientists would be a stretch – scientists only in the loosest stretch of enlightenment concept of the profession.  So they’re a bit fuzzy on technical process, more interested in spectacular results.

The creation of a butterfly is quite spectacular.  “The butterfly is born a caterpillar – a fuzzy little worm, except it has legs.”  I think.  “Pretty sure is has legs.  Either way, it sort of turns into this chrysalis”

“Crystals?  Real crystals?”

“Well, they’re real, but not crystals.”

“Awww!  No fair.”

“Chrysalis.”  I continue.  “It’s like shell it makes around itself.  A sleeping bag sort of.”

“Can we go camping tonight?”

“Uhm.  No.  Listen.  So it’s in this little sack.  And the whole bug turns into this clear goo.”

“Ewww!”

“No, it’s really cool.  The caterpillar dissolves and then reorganizes itself into a butterfly.”

“What’s reorganize?”

“What?  It’s like uhm.  To re sort.  Make something new.”

“So where do butterflies come from?”

“Haven’t you been listening to me?”  But I just get this blank look.  “Butterflies are born of magic unicorns.  The unicorns know a magic spell.”

“Real unicorns!”

“You betcha.”  Plenty of time for the truth later, I suppose.

 

Who knows though?  Perhaps you have a fairy ring in your back yard.  Stir up a little magic, track down a unicorn, poof!  Maybe you’ll create some butterflies.  Hmm?  Well, we can’t help you with the magic end of things, but we do have a spiffy wood unicorn toy you might be interested in.  (Click here to purchase)

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The Daring Adventures of Riley Justice vol 1




Serial Fun Office Fiction Riley Justice logo

 

In the accounting department:

I glance up from my immaculate and trim desk; clean and organized, it is the desk where to-do lists go to die. I’m Riley Justice. Ruler of receivables.

The guy across the aisle squirrels his business cards away in a drawer because he’s embarrassed by his lack of a card holder. He should be. His cards sift among fast food wrappers, past-due invoices, and reams of printed off (but never read) emails.

My boss walks by, she asks him for a card. Bewildered, he paws through drawers, digging through years of clutter until he finds one stained, folded in half business card. His name a smear of corporate-ladder bottom-dwelling.

My boss takes the card, sighs, and walks on.

The next in line puts her cheap business cards on some soulless, mass-produced, uninspired holder. Some chipped plastic model she doesn’t have the pride to replace. Her desk is stacked with folders from last year’s completed projects.

My boss’s disappointment pulls at her face. She asks for a card then glances over her shoulder.

The card she receives is thin, small, and insignificant. It’s the card that belongs to no one going no where. “This is why the board has lost its leverage.”

My boss stops in front of my desk, head down, and almost whispers her request for my business card. Just then some smartly-tailored cadre of expensive-haircutted Captains of Corporate-Turnarounds stride confidently down the hall.

“Sure boss.” I pass up soulless, mass-produced, catalog uninspired card holders in favor of a handsomely handcrafted wood business card holder. Kudos to me my friend.

I remove a single card. It’s thick, but not so thick it intrudes into the obnoxious. The letters have that cool indent thing. It’s strong and powerful, the business card belonging to a person moving up in the world. I hand the card to my boss. “Why so glum chum?”

My boss shakes her head. “The Board of Directors are holed up in the conference room. We’ve lost our leverage. They, they’ve acquired a controlling interest. They, they want names. Efficiencies. Margins–”

Just then one of those smartly-tailored expensive-haircut jokers put a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s have those names, and the profit and loss databases.”

“IT’S A HOSTILE TAKEOVER!” I scream. The rest of the haircuts rush my desk.

Swiftly I pick up the card holder. It’s solid wood, walnut. Nice. “This’ll do.” I shake the cards loose and wing the wood block at the on-rushers. “Take this you Corporate Raider Scum.” It hits one soundly on the side of his head, denting his old-man rich-guy quaff, bounces and soundly strikes a second raider in the part of his hair. “How do you like your haircuts now?” Panicked, the two rush to a mirror.

There’s only a handful of them now – no match for Riley Justice. Counter-punch. Parry. Thrust! I’m locked together with the last of them and in the struggle his face is loosed from its skull by my exacting grip.

But the face is only rubber. “It’s only a mask!”

And under the mask is some cigar stump chewing Edward G Robinson parody. “Now you listen here. We’re going to take over this company see. We’ve got a new board lined up here see. Myeah boys. Tell em. Boys?”

All the boys are gone, primping their hair and straitening their ties. “Looks like you’re all alone now.” I say.

“Yeah, well, I would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn’t for you meddling accountants! Myeah.”

 

“Mmmm, yeah. Riley, I’m going to need that cover sheet– Hey! Wake up. Somebody wake this person up.”

I blink. The puddle of drooled slackedness is a small pond next to my keyboard. I lift my head, the impression of the keyboard tattling on my forehead. The monitor shows one-hundred and thirty-four pages of Js. “It was only a dream.”

“Yeah. I’m going to need you to come in on Saturday.”

Well, at least my desk is neat. And the card holder is real. If only those corporate-supplied business cards weren’t so cheap . . .
Now you can purchase the business card holder Riley Justice relies upon to thwart the Hordes of Corporate Raiders!

Certain to dent the comb-work of the most liberal applicator of hairspray. And when your department is quiet, this card holder is certain to impress your boss and make your coworkers jealous. Continue your climb up the corporate-ladder and purchase your all natural wood card holder today(Click here)

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