Monday, August 27, 2018

The Day the Craftopus Came to Play

Once upon a time there was a sweet little puppy named Lilah Rose. She lived with her Mama and Papa in a little cottage in the woods. Lilah Rose was a sweet little puppy until she wasn't. Sometimes she was naughty.

Lilah Rose liked to chew anything and everything.  Often when the Mama wanted to work on her crafts, Lilah Rose would be especially naughty.

As you can imagine, the Mama didn't craft as much as she'd like. Rather than become aggravated, she decided to invite a craftopus over to play with Lilah Rose. A craftopus is a rough tough and stuffed cephalopod.

At first, they played nicely until they didn't.  Lilah Rose grabbed the craftopus by the head and took a big bite.  OUCH!!  The craftopus did what all craftopuses do (especially when bitten in the head) it squired ink. It squirted so much ink that it turned purple!  Blech.  Lilah Rose did not want to take another bite or even play with the craftopus after that.

This little story did have a happy ending (well not so much for the craftopus). The Mama did get some lovely crafts done while Lilah Rose and her new frenemy played.  Until she didn't.

The End


  1. Aww.. she looks so innocent!

    Smiles :)

  2. Oh my....she's only wants to PLAY! How cute!

  3. LOL! Too cute!


  4. Awww too cute, my little peanut just loved her baby until the day she bit it just right and it squeaked, she didn't want anything to do with it anymore.

  5. What a cute story,, Gina, and I'm glad that you got some crafting done. xx

  6. This was just the cutest, my friend. I am leaving here with a smile on my face.

    Hugs to you!


But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort — the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person — having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Maria Craik, A Life for a Life, "Chapter XVI: Her Story," 1859