Hi, it’s Greenygrey. After all the seriousness and sombreness of the Remembrance weekend we remembered that it was about time we had another thrilling episode of your favourite classic epic comedy-fantasy travel-quest comedy-quest fantasy-travel epic classic Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps.
After Elle joined Grey and Bonzo in the last episode, thinking she had body problems like the Scarecrow had brain problems inThe Wizard of Oz, the main event of this episode is a meeting with a legendary creature that may not be what it seems.
A combination of this blog and the last one featuring Derren Brown‘s latest television special reminded us of how important a belief in body, mind and spirit over supernatural forces is to our story.
We’ve also added a special extra reference to our favourite ex-pumpkin Marc Latham. Here it is:
We continued south into the baking heat. There was no life visible anywhere, and only the dust sandy path kept us going… for mile after mile.
Then I saw something move in the distance. As we neared it, I thought it was Marc Latham at first, but then realised it was a bunyip. I wondered what a bunyip was doing out in the desert, as they usually prefer swamps.
TheBunyipAsks Us to Play Ball
We stopped near the bunyip. Its breath wafted across the path, smelling like brontosaurus. At least it wasn’t brachiosaurus; that is the worst.
I asked what a bunyip was doing in the arid Oz outback, so far from soggy swamps. It looked at us with mischievous eyes, and ignored my question. Instead, it invited us to play a game. We were in no rush, and had become intrigued, so agreed.
The bunyip then proceeded to theatrically roll three different coloured balls onto a fold-out table: one was green, another red and the last was pink. It said there was a prize to go with each ball, and we could choose one each: the prizes were green dye; a house and a new body.
Discussion and Deliberation Leads to Decision
The three of us entered into a huddle, trying our best not to muddle. I said it seemed an inviting offer, and I’d really like some green dye to make myself look greenygrey again. Bonzo agreed, and said he’d like a house; somewhere comfortable for when he settles down. Elle was also in favour; she said she’d like a new body, as she’d lost all confidence in herself.
So we decided to play the game, thinking the green ball would be for the green dye prize; the red ball the house prize, and the pink ball the body prize.
We told the bunyip our choices, confident in our logic. The bunyip looked pleased with itself, laughing a big brontosaurus breath across the path. We knew why it felt smug when it announced that the green ball was for the family home; red was for the new body, and pink was for green dye.
I didn’t need a new home as I wanted to return to the Greenygrey world; Bonzo didn’t want a new body as it was happy being a Scottie, and Elle didn’t think being dyed green would improve her body image.
So we started to swap prizes amongst each other, but the bunyip quickly intervened. It said there was a forfeit for exchanging the prizes, and the cost for three swaps was a hat.
We only had the emerald cork hat. MiMo Moby said it had magical powers, but we hadn’t seen any yet. So I took the hat off and said, ‘Shine on you crazy emerald, or forever hold your peace.’
The hat started to glow, and then shone so much it was difficult to see anything amongst all the greenshine. But after a few seconds I could vaguely make out a figure appearing above. As the hat glow reduced in intensity I saw it was MiMo Moby arriving. MiMo quickly warned us that the bunyip was really the surviving MoMo, trying to tempt us into giving it the emerald cork hat with prizes it thought we couldn’t resist.
Once it saw its ruse had been rumbled, the bunyip quickly changed into the MoMo we’d seen at Meekatharra. It ranted at us once more before flying off.
Hi, it’s Harry Silhouetteof-Wolfhowlingonthehill. Yesterday I discussed a video showing a wolf in the house, and how an experiment showed it could not be trained like a dog. Although dogs and wolves are 99.8% genetically similar, nurturing pups from five days old did not work. The wolves acted wild by eight weeks old, and did not take notice of commands like the dog pups they were compared to.
How Wolves Became Dogs
While wolves could not be nurtured from young, a Siberian experiment may explain how wolves turned into dogs over many generations. Silver foxes were selected for their tameness – showing no fear or aggression towards humans. Only 1% of the candidates were chosen. They were then bred together.
Within three generations over fifty years, the ‘tame’ bred foxes were affectionate towards humans. They were described as perfect pets: independent as cats, devoted as dogs.
Not only was their behaviour ideal, but their physical appearance also changed to appeal to humans. Their tails became curly, their floppy ears lasted longer when young, their limbs and tails became shorter than their wild counterparts. Basically, they came to look more like dogs. An example of evolution working over a short period of time?
Main Point of the last Two Blogs
While the BBC’s Horizon: Secret Life of Dogs documentary provides a lot of fascinating information, the main point of bringing it into the Greenygrey world was to show that wolves are not the demons of fairy tales. They are just dogs that have not been domesticated.
Hi, it’s Green. As you know, we lost contact with Grey’s travel around Australia during the upheavals here at the Greenygrey, but there was an exciting development today when we located Grey through its Werewolf of Oz blog.
New Theme for Werewolf of Oz
We picked it up because it has a bright new theme, so it was able to reach our blogoscope, There is good news on the blog, as it seems that Grey and its travel companions had been having trouble with a Lord of the Rings Smeagal-Gollum style nuisance, but they have now snagged Smiggin in one of its own holes.
Hi, it’s Wolfgang. You know, sometimes I think I’m going potty with all this rambling on about greenygrey research and blogging.
Blue Black Permanent by Margaret Tait
But then the other night I saw there was a film on called Blue Black Permanent, and the colour combination in the title of course caught my attention.
And you know what, it didn’t disappoint, because accomplished poet and film-maker, the late Margaret Tait, included a lot of footage depicting blue and black imagery: like bluish pebbles on the beach combined with black seaweed.
Correlations with the Greenygrey
It was also just after we received lots of greenygrey evidence from the Yorkshire coast, including grey stones combined with green seaweed.
As regular visitors and readers will know, we have now made into a YouTube film of the Cleveland Way walk from Scarborough to Robin Hood’s Bay.
Lost Civilisation of Werewolves?
So while we see a greenygrey world, maybe Margaret Tait saw it in blueyblack. And we’re not all crazy in the greenygrey world, we think the same as other people, but just see it differently!?
Or maybe there was a lost civilisation of blueyblack werewolves? That (multi-theory) is the greenygrey (see literature) of it!
Maybe it will take a place in the Greenygrey psyche and world like the Lost City of Atlantis does in the human…leading to lots more theories…and books…and more questions…than answers?
Hello, it’s Green. Wow, what wonderful sunny weather it is in the UK. From the end of September and now into October Britain is having a bit of an Indian Summer; and the best spell since April! Fantastic, and be sure to top up your vitamin D in time for hibernation, but I wouldn’t overdo it; I saw Marc Latham sunburnt in Portugal this year, and it wasn’t a pretty sight!
Green Divides into its Constituent Colours
With blue and yellow dominant in the sky instead of my ol’ buddy, Grey, I thought I’d try and dig into my heritage and try and divide myself into my constituent colours, so that I might communicate better with the sky.
So I went to the lovely Robin Hood’s Bay in North Yorkshire, via sunny Scarborough, where I also found lots of Greenygrey evidence on the ground.
Anyway more about that later, and back to my division. You know what, I did it. And had a nice time talking with my parent colours.
Greenygrey is a Double Middle
And it got me thinking how when Grey and I are together we are a double middle, with Grey’s parent colours black and white.
That got me thinking about that tv documentary about colours and how humanity developed colour distinction a long time ago.
Green and Grey Born From Original Colours
In that programme, Horizon’s Do You See What I See?, they explained that humanity originally saw everything in black and white, which are Grey’s parent colours.
Then humanity developed the ability to see in blue and yellow, which are my parent colours.
So Grey is like the older more archetypal side of us, while I’m the newer and more created. Fascinating, don’t you think?