The Bald Frog and the Wig

I was messing with the questions on my profile the question asked me to tell the story of the bald frog and the wig, it was too long for the box so I'll post it here, I liked it.


Once upon a time there was a frog. As frogs are amphibious sorts you could expect the frog was a bit hairless. This frog was tired of the same old mucus and warts so he thought to take the role of Louie the XIV and try the wig.
The wig was a beautiful powdery thing, white as the night stars and as fancy as a Drag Queen on opening night. Oh he loved this wig, and he preened and he prodded. "not a hair must fall out of place!" he proclaimed. But as the day went on the sun grew hotter and hotter. Amphibians are not to keen on the heat which is why they are always so hairless. The frog started to worry, "I need to swim, but my beautiful wig will be left unattended! What shall I do!" To leave the wig would be dangerous, but to swim with it on would make it go flat. But to not swim would make the frog go flat.
The Frog cried and cried as the sun grew hotter, and just as the frog couldn't take it any longer a Crane Fly approached. "What is that on your head my friend? and why do you cry?"
The frog looked on in wonder, "Don't you know who I am? I am a frog, we are hairless gents, but I thought it would be fancy to have a wig! Now it grows hot, and I would like to swim, but I dare not remove the wig, I fear for it's safety!"
"Well friend, I tell you what, I can watch your wig, you take a dip and be back to this pad and the problem will be solved!"
Agreeing upon this solution the frog removed the wig and dove deep into the pond. The crane fly sat cautiously beside the wig, to not disturb the hairs. Concentrating as hard as he could to stay still he did not see the approach of the Bull frog who gobbled up the poor fly and the wig and was gone before the frog was back to claim it.

The moral to this story, Why split hairs when your food is in front of you and the water is nice.

The Architect's Beginning

I've been wanting to start writing a series, I've no intention of getting published, but who knows. Any way here I am with the problem of where to go, what to start with. I've wanted a story where the universe is whole, like J.R. Tolkien and Middle Earth. I don't plan on living in the world I create as he did, but I would hope that I could create an history that is so complete you could see yourself standing with the characters in the story. So what best to begin a world, then to begin at the beginning... So here is my creation myth, enjoy.


In the age of Celestial proverbs, the Architect and the void were all that existed. The great Architect saw that this was a lonely existence. From the emptiness of the void the Architect created the Celestial Stag, everything that was and would ever be existed in this stag.
The Architect enchanted the stag with song and dance. The Celestial Stag was joyful and danced throughout the void. To the Architect's delight, with every step and twirl, a new star, planet, and galaxy was formed. Thus the void was filled with beauty and twinkling from the stag's cosmic dance.
The Architect was delighted with the spirit of the Celestial Stag, but sensed in it much loneliness. So the Architect created a companion from the new cosmic forces. A companion silent as night but wise and stoic. This Snowy Owl watched the stag as he danced and twirled among the cosmos. The wise owl knew what the cosmos needed, so she took a small planet and flew around it's form and created mountains and valleys, weather and time.
The Snowy Owl cried out to the Celestial Stag, "Come! See what I have created upon the surface of your creation! Let us bless our masterpiece!"
So the two breathed on the small world and created the elements; Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, and Spirit. And so combined created life on this now fruitful world.