Some cool vintage stuff! Check it out- Moss Cottage
This is fuckin hi-larious! Must watch if you’re a Dark Knight Rises fan!
Hahaha. Let The Dark Knight Rises parody videos begin!
“I’ve made a terrible mistake!” Notice the red dog house and a sleeping dog! Ha! Genius!
Amidst the deep forests there resides a soft spoken woman;
Crowned with fiery red hair she spends her days walking the trails;
Bereft of fear or worries the earth provides gifts of which she avails.
Hazel flowers in winter and produce it’s seeds for her;
Beech sprouts fresh green foliage to shade her;
Holly sharpens to protect her as Ivy winds to restrain those with malice;
The corn of Oak will fall to provide flour for dough;
Why these do so none have heard but only she does know.
Within the trees and ferns is the Forest Deep of Coombe;
Here it is found soft green mosses and lichen so blue;
The sun stays mild here through night or day, summer or not;
This is the lithe woman’s place to rest, to sleep, her mossy cot.
Just like every other day upon the Shelf, Raspberry Jam and Orange and Coriander Jam were having yet another discussion.
“I see where you’re coming from but if a marmalade and a chutney were to have children it would be an abomination!” said Raspberry.
Once there be a dowser of worth,
Once was he a dowser of mirth,
Can’t you see the dowser at work,
Witch-hazel, peach, but never a birch!
Called to do his work, Wellwright
Dowses for spring nay a sprite,
Beneath a Rowan, red with berry,
There sat sprite, a grin of merry.
“What doest thy seek for with
A fork of hazel I deem not fit?
Nay, thy roots not for stream,
Rest a whiles neath Rowan and quit.”
Drowsy suddenly dowser found,
Dropping his rod to soft ground.
“Rest a whiles I find befitting,
What’s thy name sprite sitting?”
“Encumbersome are mine names,
Some say Ahh, Shoo or Games.
But you can call me Oneroi the Bright,
Unfortunately for you I’m not a sprite!”
With a flash and a leap he did fly,
Clawing at Dowser’s hands held high,
Fingers bitten and eyes clawed too,
Poor dowser sat with goblin, not a clue.
The sounds were a gentle hiss and whir when it seemed to take shape and he thought he could hear someone whispering. At first he took it to be the wind then noticed the figure standing in the corner.