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Werewolf of Oz Editing for Epic Fantasy Travel Book


Hi, it’s Green again.  We are busy editing Grey’s Werewolf of Oz rambles for a literary nonsense masterpiece, which we plan on charging a little for, as we’re putting so much work into it, and hopefully to keep the trolls away. It is the epic tale of one half of a legendary werewolf; that’s Grey; taking the long Oz dust sandy path on a quite amazing quest to reunite with its other half; that’s me.

Editing the Werewolf of Oz

Although Grey is doing a greyt job blogging from Oz, it is perhaps understandable under its circumstances that it isn’t the top notch quality prose of our combined North American Rambles.  So the remaining team at the Greenygrey have been carefully editing and interpreting its blogs to make them worthy of you.

We just caught up with yesterday’s Werewolf of Oz, and here’s the edit.  We hope you like the changes we’ve made, which are after the poem, and think it’s a worthwhile improvement.

108.  Bye Bye Bingie, we’re off on a Bottlenose Travel Fantasy

I awoke later than the others, and they seemed all ready to leave when I first looked up. They were chatting jollily, and there seemed to be a new spirit amongst them.

Buzzing Off from the Bees of Bingie

The bees put on a great brekkie of honey nut munchers, and I felt a new surge of energy flow through my body. I almost felt green, and thought my emerald cork hat might be glowing. I asked the others, but they could see no change in it.

After munching
all the munchers
we made our way
out to sea
for parley
with Barry
and family.

Be Safe said the Bees at Sea

The bees flew out out as far as the first horizon, which was the limit of their safe flight range; but some bungeed a little further. They all sang goodbyee. It was a beeautiful sight from the clear early morning ocean, lit up aquamarine by the new day’s sun.

The harness and raft worked well. Barry and I swam in the front, with Barry’s wife and three calves in two rows behind us. It felt good to be a dolphin again, and to be swimming in the open sea with great company; although sad to be without bee.

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Werewolf of Oz Latest Blog is a Bottlenose Bonanza

A mother and juvenile Bottlenose Dolphin head ...

Hi, it’s Green.  We’ve just been enjoying our new Greenygrey video the last couple of days, but we did read that our ol’ pal Marc Latham’s FM Poetry (fmpoetry.wordpress.com) had won a Versatile Blogger award; and just noticed that Grey blogged over at the Werewolf of Oz.  It was great to read Grey’s okay, and we’ve brought it into the Greenygrey world without further ado for you:

Bye Bye Bingie, we’re off on a Bottlenose Travel Fantasy

I awoke later than the others, and they seemed all ready to leave when I first looked up.  They were chatting jollily, and there seemed to be a new spirit amongst them.

Buzzing Off from the Bees of Bingie

The bees put on a great brekkie of honey nut munchers, and I felt a new surge of energy flow through my body.  I almost felt green, and thought my emerald cork hat might be glowing.  I asked the others, but they could see no change in it.

After munching
all the munchers
we made our way
out to sea
for parley
with Barry
and family.

Be Safe said the Bees at Sea

The bees flew out to the horizon, the limits of their safe flights, and some bungeed a little further.  It was a beeautiful sight in the clear early morning ocean, as the new day’s sun began to strengthen as it rose into the deep blue sky.

The raft worked well, with Barry and me swimming in the front of the harness, and Barry’s wife and three calves and juveniles in two rows behind us.  It felt  good to be a dolphin again, and to be swimming in the open sea with great company.

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Poem Wondering if Insects Worship their Queen

Pachamama or Mama Pacha "Mother Earth&quo...
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 Marc Latham’s new Folding Mirror poem wonders if insects such as bees and ants think of their queens as goddesses.  Bees have democracy, so why not religion?
Maybe the idea in some human religions of the Earth Mother giving birth to all life was inspired by the insect colonies, as the queen bee and queen ant are the mothers of all others in their colonies.
One day we might have the knowledge and technology to find out.  Until then, here’s the poem:
My God, An Insect
gods
high above
humanity
mean
temple building
society
Mother Earth
community
complex colony
busy
insects
work around
queens