The Overlook Hotel’s Other Sinister Presence

Forget the Twins, this ghastly beast will kill you softly.

Heeeeeere’s Feline, Ane B.

Little Richard Moll was a Bit of a Punk

Hello? I believe I requested watermelon with the seeds? How else am I supposed to target the sparrows?

He best watch out for blue jays, Anna M. Photo by Leesia Teh

Search and ResQte

During the war in Afghanistan, three US marine soldiers took on a special mission: Rescue some of the war’s smallest and cutest victims. According to the blog Unique Scoop, two orphaned kittens have been shipped stateside to loving homes.

We salute you, anonymous sender-inner.

Shake that Shell!

Fun Fact: According to sender-inner Cassandra D., turtle shells are more sensitive than you might expect. Now throw in a toothbrush and a thumping techno beat (warning: loud), and you’ve got today’s monthly WTF* of the Week!

* That’s “wiggling turtle footsies,” we’ll have you know.

The Fur Comes with an Elastic Waistband

Betty! Fetch my muumuu! I gotta roll myself to the TV to catch “Judge Judy”!

Moo, Tina K.

Mutiny on the HMS Beagle

Let’s be clear: I’m the captain of this vessel, and what I say, goes! If you agree to this term, then by all means feed me a piece of bacon, climb aboard, and…prepare yourself for the most exhaustively relaxing sail of your life.

My God, that floating gull is coming dangerously close! Collision imminent! Reel in the jib and prepare to come about!

I asked you to pull in the jib, passenger! Perhaps you’re aren’t fluid in “I’m-Smarter-Than-You-And-You-Will-Do-What-I-Say”?

Fine. Discard my ingenious system of levers and pulleys and revert to your rudimentary paddle, you smug imbecile! But know this: I shall revert as well, and you will soon find yourself settled among many, many “accidents”.

Oscar was a winner, Leanne D.

The Bob Ross of Dioramas

Today we’ll be working on “The Bobbsey Twins: The Talking Fox Mystery”. First, we’re gonna take this very happy little tree and attach it to our shoebox…

Frieda is industrious, Anastasia E.

Well, This is Humiliating

Here I am sitting in my high chair like any other rabbit, and nobody bothered to tell me that I have food on chin?

No bib, Ethan I.? And lovely photo stylings, Chief Sister.

The Story of the Hungry Feroshus Bear

By Jeffery Osterblaargh, Mrs. McNulty’s Sekond Grade

Ok so this is astory about the time that I ate a humin bean all by myself. Wun day I was hungry. And there was this humin bean walking down the street.

And so I desided to eat him for dinner. Because I am a feroshus pradider pridit eating bear and because everybody is skeerd of me because I am so mean.

The humin bean was skeerd. He tried to get away but I was to big and strong for him. He cried and cried for help, but I dint listen because I was so hungry.

And he was so delishus that next I ate a whole busload of first graders, and then I ate a kangaroo, and my piano teacher, and Batman, and some ice cream, and…

I hear that special school’s really nice, Maggie S.


A cautionary reminder, gentle reader: Wherever boxes are casually unpacked and tossed aside, there lies in wait the silent assassin, who strikes unseen with surgical precision. The merciless fiend known only as… Sniper Kitty.


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