78 Comets

Fx: Too many comets would put the Comet shop out of business Pb: They play havoc with the
electricity for sure Fx: Its kinda quiet around here, where's Bootsie? Pb: Oh, she's switched
channels with Posypity on some new blog they're on Fx: They'll be back to Feli before we
know it, everyone does Pb: Oh, they're not exclusive, they'll be moonliting for sure Fx: Like
the comets then.

Tiger's Eye

I: A tiger's a lion with stripes on Hop: Its true. They're never seen in the same place at the
same time Hol:They span two continents Pb: I didn't know their leap was that long! 

The Making Of Roses

Fx: Are flowers made out of blue blue sky? Pp: I think so, or, if not that, air W: I thought flowers
were made out of flour Pf: Those in cake decorations are Fx: Aren't they made from sugar? Pf: Er,
you know what I mean W: No, I don't know. Next you'll be telling us oranges aren't made out of
orange.

Spectral Chessboard

Sz: Sometimes I think chess is too easy Pb: In my case too easy to lose Hol: Like the game of life
Pb: I don't know that one, is it on sale? Sz: No, but, in it, we all are sold Pb: Are we still talking about
board games Hol: Who said chess was a board game at all Sz: Well, not just a board game, technicaly
it still is Hol: Yes, thank you professor Pb: Frankly, I'm nonplussed. Think we'd better publish.

Lock-Key To Rainbows

Fx: I like sunshine on a rainyday Fs: And rainshine on a sunnyday Pp: Both produce rainbows
Fs: And rainbows produce rainbows in the eyes Fx: At least for you, Felise, you're such a good
artist Fs: I'm trying to be not as good, I'm trying to be different Pp: Different can sometimes
take longer to get used to.

Frozengold In Skystorm

W: Space weather's always the worst Fs: It can make for good art tho Fx: Supernova eruptions are
quite super for sure W: Especialy when I blast thru them with my spaceship!

Green Planet

Fs: Made of Kryptonite apparently Fx: Simply super, I'd say Pb: Its coming off the page like someone
just drew it Pp: Someone just did, God.

Snow Picture

Pb: Snow changes I: Comes and goes Pb: What it will do next we don't know I: Are we writing a song? Pb: Dunno.

Digital Strawberry

I: Reception isn't very good on this t.v. set Hop: Don't think the reception will be very good for this
latest piece of Feli Artwork either I: Maybe her ariel's on the blink Hop: The one on top of her head?
I: Yes, its the only one she's got now since she's gone digital.

Waterprint Edge

W: When I want to do something I just dive in Pp: Except swim W: Yeah, can't do that Fx: How so?
W: We had flying classes, not swimming classes Pp: You see, on account of the marshmallow, there's not much chance of drowning. Fx: That's handy. 

Angel Trumpet

Fs: Not even Feli City lasts forever Pf: It doesn't exist even now. Remember the marshmallow mountains? Fs: Ah, yes, it exists in this blog tho Pf: Are we in a blog? I thought we were in an
art gallery Fs: Yes, but that's inside this blog too Pf: Sounds like an awfully tight fit Fs: Its like
the universe in a nutshell Pf: You mean its a horse chestnut? Fs: No, I mean its created out of
a grain of dust Pf: Ah, like a tree born of a seed. 

Coal Diamongold

Pp: Fire from the earth makes the diamond Fx: Then it reflects the heavens above Pp: One day you'll
win a diamond Fx: If ever I win the hand of a prince Pp: A prince of hearts could look like a pauper
Fx: I'd better save up my money for him then.

Red RiverGold

I: It takes a lot to sift for gold Sz: It drifts minutely thru the mountainside I: There's a thimbleful
amid the massiveness Sz: And yet it outshines I: Everything? Sz: Dulls everything else in
comparrison.

Drips Of Saturn

Pf: I went on holiday there once Hol: Realy? I don't think there's much atmosphere Pf: There's so
much going on tho. It runs rings round one Hol: Only one? Pf: Yes, I was the only one there, I like
the lonliness. Hol: Just as well with it being so unpopular Pf: If you mean its unspoilt, yes.

The Golden Glowbox

I: Sunlite creates gold Hop: Its a shame we can't keep it I: Silver we can have for ages. Apparently the
frost is coming back Hop: We've spent all our gold for the Summer then? I: The heatwave gobbled it
all up!

Frosty Map

Sz: This would be deemed a warm day in space Fx: Its a red ruby river thru a gold land, it gets kind
of cold at nite Pb: No wonder the desert's deserted Fx: In the day tho it is hot enough for desserts
Sz: Then it gets its just desserts then Pb: Is this Pun City? Fx: I don't know. Is that a new blog?
Sz: We're realy trying to draw away attention from the art work Pb: Yes, not one of Feli's better
efforts Fx: Are you sure its not one of your's Peachy?

Submarine-Goldfish House

Pb: I want to discover the earth underwater Bf: There isn't an Earth there Pb: There are the space bases,
the u.f.o. homes Bf: That have hardly been found Pb: Except for the fishing folk Bf: Just as well they've got goldfishes of memories. 

Submerge

I: Feli's back Hop: When she's good she's hard to look at I: Like the stars Hop: She shines as brite as them.

Feli's Liberation Song

Now that I am free again
and far away from men
Now that I'm an escapee
and thankful I am free

I'll raise a crayon and laugh
to return to Feli City's path
I,m thankful for the few that follow
and make me not feel so hollow

For I,m free
and I can be
again E.T.
and I can see
the sunrise
go all crayony
across the sky
on colors I can rely
I,m free to paint again
all happy
be free of a sigh
I,m free
and I,m glad that I can be me
I,ll show my Art
with all my heart
I,m free, thankful to be.

Golden Ore

Pb: Light can be extracted from the sun Hol: Yes, its made to make gold I believe Pb: Or the wings of
golden eagles in flite Hol: That's sunlite for you Pb: It makes me sunheavy on a very hot day tho
Hol: Yes, you can find yourseld dripping with sweat Pb: Its like the heatwave rain.

Feli's Scissors

I: The Galaxy sometimes gets a starcut Hop: Yes, shavings in that black hole Hol: I feel sorry for the
supernovas. As soon as they look good, they disappear I: Like a longhaired girl we don't recognise
for suddenly going short. Hop: From another point of view they sometimes look better tho. I: Yes,
the difference can be striking Hol: I thought we were talking about stars I: No, those who want to
look like them Hop: Yes, there are stars and there are STARS.

Continental Shift

Pf: So glad Feli's back from her jaunt thru the continent Sz: Even tho she did only see the inside
of a detention room Pf: We were detained also. In a state of limbo from wanting her back Sz: I
was thinking of bringing my time machine out early to rescue her Pf: Last time you did tho the
machine ended up on the moon in a million years time!

The Web I'm In

Pp: Space is a vaccuum we're stuck in Bf: We're waiting for others to catch up with us so we
can communicate Pp: I know. The earth hasn't discovered mental telepathy yet Bf: Except for
one thing. They can always tell when an admirer's looking at them from behind their back
Pp: Yes, people are suddenly aware when attraction's involved.

The Return Of Her Majesty

Big Boss: Put your crayons down and step back!!! We've got Kate Middleton's hat
distracting everyone, so no-one's going to save you.
Whitebootsi: Hand over Her Majesty!! Our Kate!
Flaxlawna: Hey, I'm OUR Kate Middleton.
Posypity: You're not quite as scrumptos.
Big Boss: If you want you little feller returned hand over the Panini sticker of the England badge!
Whitebootsi: I had to swap all my handsome Italians to get that so it'd better be enough.
Big Boss: No-one will stop me from being the first person to complete a sticker album
Flaxlawna: Its amazing what you do with your worldwide powers.
Big Boss: Here she comes with a letter excusing her from P.E. Swap it for the sticker in the
center ground.
Posypity: Oh, she doesn't have to do games at hi-school. She left 3 centuries ago.
Big Boss: Well, she'd better tell the registrar then and take back that library book on poverty. Its
a million dollars owing.
Whitebootsi: I'm with her now. Handover done!
Flaxlawna: Oh, great I can get back to going all goggly-eyed over Kate again.
Posypity: Sometimes I worry about you.
Flaxlawna: It is the queen's day.
Posypity: She isn't queen tho.
Flaxlawna: Is she not? 

News Report

 An unidentified flying omelete was spotted this morning in Warwick-shire, England.
Farmer Barley-Bill, doubling as the local scarecrow noticed the object spinning in
the sky before leaving for his cheese and pickle breakfast. Says Mr. Bill 'it were rite
proper weird an' put me in mind for lunch'. Mr. Bill is regarded as a quite reliable
judge concerning winged things of the feathered variety but he did also report a blackbird
of the aeroplane kind in the area that cannot be verified, so his sitings have been viewed
with scepticism. Police and the F.B.I. who are currently over here to enjoy festivities
have urged Mr. Bill and others to have their eyes trained on the 2p.m flotilla in London.
In travel news there are road blocks diverting traffic near Water Orton. A dumper truck
fair spilled its load of a billion little union jack flags. Arch royalists are currently picking
them up in haste in time to see what Kate Middleton is wearing.    

God Save The Queen

Ransom Response

 We have dispatched the surprise donuts and we pray you did not want them strawberry
jam filled as opposed to having a hole in the middle of them. We chose that variety to
save on postage and they're also quite anti-calorific. We do have a few other swaps for
the E.T. namely a space blanket or rug that is second only in sacredness to us than the
E.T. herself. She will be cold without it but not as sad as we without her. You could
maybe extract the rug's DNA and then perhaps build a spaceship of your own from the
data. It will only take you a million years. Failing that we may have to enforce a full
alien invasion whereby you would be glad to use the E.T. as a bargaining tool yourself.
To avoid the falling giant marshmallows we feel sure you will meet us over toasted
marshmallows on Water Orton green (there is space for us to land there) at the time
when the rest of the nation is watching some queenie float on a barge.

                                                                 Yours, Peachbubble (acting Crayonmistress)

P.S. My main reason for wanting the E.T. back is that I haven't the Art. 

Polite Notice

 Unfortunately Felice has been taken hostage by the American government and is currently
under severe questioning being denied the delites of jelly and ice cream. She is said to be
under suicide watch and most shockingly has had her crayons taken away from her.
 We pray for our brave Felicitous and hope she will not reveal the whereabouts of
Whitebootsi's spaceship (The Sebastian Vettel) in its base under the sea (oops!) With
the engine behind this blog under rusty lock and key we shall struggle to continue. Peachbubble
will be awarded the Crayon of Succession in the absence of our coloring-in queen. We pray
that Peachy doesn't crayon outside the lines in the absence of our little great one.