Aeroship Over the Sea

As of 2:37 pm Pacific standard time, I, Gabigail P. Littlefoote, do solemnly swear to devote my life to the furtherment of dirigibles, zeppelins, hot air balloons, and lighter-than-air-crafts of all kinds. I know this is a formidable undertaking and I am prepared to make the sacrifices necessary to see my dream, and the dreams of my esteemed colleagues, come to fruition. To live in a world where personal lighter-than-air-crafts in every American home is a reality. To live in a world where the Stratosphere is the limit.

Sweet William and Fiair Margret

William died in the night. We cremated him on a parakeet sized funeral pyre, sprinkled his remains on the living room carpet, and vacuumed them up.

Sweet William, He dreamed a dream, and he said
I know they mean no good;
for I dreamed my bower was full of red swine
and my bride-bed full of blood

Peg left us in a bit of a pickle. We would have gladly released her body into the Ganges, had time allowed, we had no choice but to flush her down the toilet. Her scales glistened with a radiance that she had never shown in life. The water gurgled and babbled and swirled with a gaiety that I found completely inappropriate for a dirge.

Day passed away and night came on
most of the men were asleep
then he espied Lady Margret's ghost
A-standing at his bed feet