Daily Archives: March 14, 2017

White-Skunk and Bald-Eagle VI…

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… As Skunk neared the ledge of the cliff-face, buttock first, Eagle picked up the round stone out of the fire and threw it at him.

The hot stone tore through Skunks body, and out through his mouth, carrying with it his musk sac, which both fell into the river below.

Skunk too fell, head over heels down the cliff-face, and suddenly found himself back among the rocks at the side of the river.

“Ugh!” he gasped and immediately realised that he was without his power, his musk sac.

Skunk jumped up and searched around for his musk sac.

It was nowhere to be found.

“My musk sac has floated away on the current of the river,” he thought.

Skunk built himself a raft from logs and quickly climbed on board.

“However far it has gone, I will follow it,” thought Skunk.

He forgot all about Eagle and his wives.

Skunk floated down river on the raft of logs bewailing the loss of his musk sac, “my power, my power,” he moaned pitifully, “I must re-gain my power.”

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Under the weather

The Silent Eye

It is spring and here, that can mean anything. For many it means being ‘under the weather’ with colds, viruses and the other miseries that attend the change of season. Yesterday was as warm as a summer’s day… the day before was wintry cold and rainy. Tomorrow…who knows?  The forecast suggests it will be archetypically English and grey but it is entirely possible that it could snow. Or we may be wandering round in shirt sleeves complaining at the sudden ‘heatwave’. We seldom believe the forecast.

Like most countries, Britain has a rich weather lore and we are probably more likely to believe that it will rain if the cows are laying down than whatever the official forecast tells us. And if it rains on St Swithun’s day, 15th July, well, it will continue for a good while to come. The story goes that the Saxon bishop of Winchester chose…

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