Weekly Writing Challenge: Ice, Water, Steam

For this week’s writing challenge, take on the theme of H2O. What does it mean to be the same thing, in different forms?

Action TV reporting on the H2O developments.

First snow birds 27.12.2014

“Good morning Mrs. Bird, could you give me your thoughts about the H2O situation?”

*No, problem. Just a minute while I ruffle my feathers, am I on TV. Yes, H2O, like you mean water, wet, cold or just steamy. Well as a bird I have my preferences. Now look at this stuff laying around at the moment, think it is called snow. It is OK, I don’t mind it really as long as the humans put some food stations up in the garden. It is not so easy to find worms they disappear in the warmer regions of the earth. We have to rely on outside help. This snow just covers everything and I get a cold beak sticking into it searching for a few seeds. Mind you, some of these humans overdo it. I mean we birds like to be fed but I saw a sparrow a few days ago. They are a greedy bunch and he just stuffed himself full of seeds. It started to snow and he feel off his perch on the tree through the weight of the snow, but his own fault. He just got a little overweight. Now I don’t mind a bit of rain, fills up the holes in the ground with some water. Yes, the liquid stuff is fine as far as I am concerned. Even take a bath during the warmer months to freshen up the feathers and get rid of some of the lively stuff that gets in between. We don’t do the steamy stuff. If it becomes hot an steamy we migrate to the river down the road. There is always something to drink, if you know where to find it.”

“Thank you Mrs. Bird, and now I see Tabby cat having a drink of water.”

Tabby having a drink

“Hello Tabby cat, do you have a contribution to our H2O theme?”

“Oh yes, definitely. If you are taking a photo, make sure you include my right paw, that is my water paw. To continue, I must say that they frozen stuff is not my sort of thing, no definitely not, You cannot drink it and walking on it is not very inviting to the paw. We have sensitive paws and it is too cold, not to mention ice, that is a cat skid and does not look very good. Even my friends the birds would agree. Have you ever see a bird land on ice? Not very often, they avoid it when they can. I would also add that we felines do not like water that comes from above, no definitely not, Our fur becomes wet, it is cold, and we begin to smell. Water from below, now that is something completely different. It might lay for a few hours until we discover it, but then yesss. It is as if you discover an old rare wine in your cellar that you forgot. It is to be savoured, much better than that rubbish that humans get from a tap. Of course we do not just gulp it down, no we lap it up gently and might lick it from the paw. Forget the steamy stuff, we are sensitive creatures and that burns our whiskers.

Reflection in a tap

“Hello Mrs. Angloswiss, what is your opinion of H2O?”

“I drink it, it is healthy. I am careful with water, it is an expensive commodity in my country and I sometime wonder if we have enough. We rely on the rain of course. You notice when it is scarce in Summer and the gardens have brown and parched lawns. Otherwise what is there to say? The water that arrives from the tap is not just water. It is treated to ensure that it contains no impurities. Some might prefer water with gas, but I just like it pure. In its frozen state, ice is fine to cool a drink, but ice on the road or on the pavement – no thank you. I am accident prone and prefer to avoid it. If only the car would be invented that could operate with water, that would be a good development. I believe a steam engine exists, but it is not a sensible solution as the back seat of the car would have to be replaced by the tank.

Weekly Writing challenge: Ice, Water, Steam

Daily Prompt: Happy Happy Joy Joy No. 2 – No, definitely not, been there and done it 2 years ago

We cry for lots of reasons: sadness, pain, fear . . . and happiness. When was the last time you shed tears of joy?

Answer: The last time I did this prompt in 2013 – ok I am a miserable person, especially when I have to do the same thing twice, but I do not have to, so let us retitle the prompt

The revenge of the trees

The Road to Langendorf

I don’t have anything against trees, I could even be a tree hugger if I had the strength and would not fall down whilst doing it. In winter they are especially pretty when it has snowed. Their branches are weighted down by heavy loads of the frozen white stuff. In some extreme cases the bows break and fall, but today we were safe. Temperatures climbed to above 0°C meaning that snow and ice slowly melted into a liquid state. There is a small problem. The ice lumps on the trees begin to melt at the base where they have warmer contact with the branches. The scene is set.

Today Mr. Swiss and Mrs. Angloswiss discovered that a further hunting expedition in the local supermarket was necessary to kill a few food items for the New Year. We are not making invites and are not having a party. After the evening banquet No. 1 son will be leaving some time in the evening to see in the New Year in the local town of Solothurn, so it will be a romantic evening at home with the Swiss Family Anglowiss, just me and my other half. I noticed we have a mini bottle of something fizzy in the fridge if we manage to stay awake for midnight.

And now to the trees: on the way to the supermarket in the nearby village of Langendorf we admired the view on the way. The sun was shining and it looked really pretty, just like a Christmas card scene and then it happened. We were merrily on our way on the tree lined road and there was a thud on the roof of the car. A few profanities were spoken whilst the next thud was heard and there was a wet damp splodge on the front window of the car. As if to equal things out, there were a few hits on the back window. The snow chunks were slowly melting on the trees and they were falling down on whatever happened to be below. Yes, the trees were aiming at us, they had tasted melted snow perhaps mixed with blood.

“They could break the glass on the widow” said Mr. Swiss, accompanied by a few profanities in Swiss German. I found we should drive on regardless. As Langendorf, our supermarket target village, was uphill at the foot of the Jura mountain, it would not be wise to change our direction and drive in the middle of the road which was tree free. We continued and I am sure the trees were shaking their fisted branches as we passed and the trunks were all bending in our direction. I might have been imagining this. Perhaps I had been watching too many fantasy films, although they were mainly cartoon characters. Now we were being attacked by real live trees, tall trees, strong trees, trees that had something against cars. They were throwing the half melted clumps of snow in our direction and laughing a sort of hollow wooden laugh. The way trees laugh, you know what I mean.I threw a quick glance at their roots to ensure they were remaining in the ground.

Eventually we arrived at our destination, killed a few pieces of meat and gathered some vegetables to go with it, although our concentration was not at its best, thinking about the return journey through the attacking trees. We drove off, knowing it was now just a downhill run on the road through the trees and then Mr. Swiss had a brainwave and for a change I agreed. We often disagree on brainwaves, as my brainwaves are not synchronised to Mr. Swiss brainwaves, otherwise life would be boring. To continue: we would drive home on an alternative route which would be tree free. Many roads lead from Langendorf. The first suggestion from Mr. Swiss was to take the high road. Here I disagreed as I found this would lead to a lower road surrounded by a forest. As we were under attack from the combined tree force I found this not to be such a good idea.

The next choice was agreed upon. We would branch out to the main road (which was tree free) and afterwards take our safe way home. this was perfect until we arrived at the safe way. We had forgotten, there were trees on the safe way. Not so concentrated, but wider and taller. When we reached them it was as if their colleagues had sent a message by leaf or twig to say “they are coming so let them have it”. This time the hits were more spaced out, but double in strength and power. We arrived home safely and the car was dent free more by luck then judgement.

The moral to this would be never trust a tree, especially after a heavy snowfall.

Happy Happy Joy Joy No. 2 – No, definitely not, been there and done it 2 years ago