

I'm a little late with the Tuesday Take-Out today. On the plus side, though, it won't go away! Feel free to use these images for any project you like, but don't sell the images themselves. (No problem selling what you use them for.)


Anitra's land of Coffee Pot People, and all the other crafts and personalities she loves.



It was the smell that informed us, finally,
Of tragedy.
The smell.
Four decades later I wonder:
Where was that tiny corpse
That grandpa could not extricate it?
We suffered for weeks,
Tearing full-tilt through snowscapes,
Windows down
Coats buttoned
Eyes streaming.







Oh, I do just want to say that if you do take a helping of clipart, I'd love a comment saying so. Giving away things makes me smile--knowing there was actually a recipient makes me smile even more!

And last this Tidings of Joy Bird, by Pink Buttercream
"Ani," he said, "Did you hear about that little girl who was only five years old and she was playing at her house with her friend and a man told them his puppy was crying and to come with him and help and maybe they could have it?"
"No, I didn't," I said, with a sinking feeling. "What happened?"
"One little girl was kinda smart and she stepped back a few steps," he said, "but the other little girl was kinda not so smart, and the man grabbed her, and he took her and he killed her. And now they found her body."
Jeez. Why? Why?! Why would someone do that? And why should a six-year-old ever have to know they did? But if he doesn't know, then he's in danger himself.
I was so saddened, it took me a minute to say much that was helpful, but I suddenly remembered a 60 Minutes segment on the subject.
"CJ," I asked, "What should you do if a grown-up you don't know asks you for help? Say, his dog is lost or sick? Or he can't find his daughter? What should you do?"
He thought. "Say 'no'," he said, and then, "Step back."
"No, CJ," I said. "RUN!! Run as fast as you can to your grown-up--to Mom, or Dad, or your teacher, or me. Run! Do you know why?"
"Yes. Actually,no." he said. (He and his sister are both so cute that way. They want so badly to be able to say they understand or know everything, but then they back off that yes answer. Every time.)
I answered my question for him. "Because grown-ups don't ask kids for help. Not kids they don't know. Never. When a grown-up needs help he asks another grown-up. They don't ask kids."
He was listening, paying close attention. "So, if a grown-up you don't know asks for help, what do you do?"
"Run," he said, "and go tell my mom or my teacher."
"How fast?" I said, and at his perplexed look, I answered the question for him again. "Very fast. Because grown-ups never ask kids for help. If they do, there's something wrong. Run and find your grown-up as fast as you can."
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You used cleaning the kitchen
to show me how angry you were,
chattering the silverware,
clattering the plates,
and toppling the cups
into their positions on the upright prongs
of the dishwasher.
You used the dishes to show me.
It worked.
You broke my favorite glass
and
we both wept.




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