Sasquatch Attack! part II

Clan Valley: Lake Eufaula, Oklahoma

Sasquatch Attack continued…

A quick catch up… Some friends and I, along with our beloved pets, were visiting Mordecai's Sasquatch Ranch for the weekend. To know more, read yesterday's post. J

Gorman, the Sasquatch, shrieked in fury as the water trough slammed down on top of his head. Water drenched his long fur. He looked like a nine-foot drowned rat with giant teeth and claws.

He threw a hissy fit, smashing the water trough to the ground. He stomped on it until it resembled a pancake. He took the pancake and threw it toward the visitors.

In Gorman's defense, I'm sure he was aiming at Chief and Pumpkin.

Gorman took a running leap at the electrified fence. The fence must not have a very high charge, because he clung to it with the tenacity of a blood sucking leech. Hair smoking, he clung to the electrified surface, shrieking at the top of his lungs.

Thankfully, Mordecai arrived before Gorman managed to climb any higher and shot him with a tranquilizer dart, knocking the Sasquatch out.

Mordecai politely suggested I either leave or move to another part of the ranch. He said, Sasquatch remember things. I snorted and said he worried too much. I certainly wasn't worried.

I mean really, Kerry, one of my best friends and her husband, Mick, are vampires. Even if Gorman managed to escape from his pen, they could stop Gorman.

:face palm:

Next time, I'll listen to the old vampire's advice. Please, don't tell Mordecai I'll listen to him. Like most vampires, his ego is already mammoth sized.

It was nearly 3:00 AM when I heard a soft scratching sound at my window. I knew it was three in the morning, because the red numbers glowing on my ceiling said so. I hate being woke-up by weird noises. It's usually a chirping cricket or a buzzing morag stuck in the window screen. That drives me nuts.

I stumbled out of bed and lifted the window, before looking out. Yes, I know, how dumb was that, but I never thought about. Honest, I didn't!

I came face to face with Gorman. His eyes glowed green and he shrieked at me. That dual tone scream that announces a Sasquatch is on the hunt.

Death looked me in the face and shrieked, sending shards of icy terror through my chest.

Oh yeah, I didn't know I could move that fast. I flew away from that window.

I scrambled backward, screeching at the top of my lungs. Chief's barking mingled with my blood curdling screams and Gorman's shrieks.

Gorman plowed through the flimsy screen, ignoring Chief and came straight at me.

Thank goodness for Kerry and Mick. They came running into my bedroom and attacked Gorman.

Two full grown - very angry - vampires were way more than Gorman planned on. He squealed like a stuck pig and dashed out the window. Actually, he took the entire window frame and part of the wall with him.

All is well that ends well. No one got hurt and Mordecai moved Gorman to his ranch in New Mexico. Believe it or not, Mordecai said we were still welcome at the ranch.

Until next time - Jodie B. Cooper

http://sidhinews.blogspot.com/

Sasquatch Attack!

Clan Valley: Lake Eufaula, Oklahoma

Would someone please tell me how one dog can cause so much chaos? Honestly, I can't very well wring his neck for nearly getting me killed. Can I?

When I take a trip, my German shepherd, Chief, goes with me. He loves it when I visit friends in Clan Valley.

A group of us met at Mordecai's Sasquatch Ranch on Lake Eufaula. It's one of our all-time favorite destinations. With cabins, jet skis, boats, grills, horses, wyvern… well, you get the idea. They have everything for a fun getaway.

Well, last night we started the long weekend with a swim in the lake and a cookout. Yes, it is hot, but we purchased a gallon of cooling charm. A cooling charm must be used under a roof or a tree, something that provides shade. You see, a cooling charm is fairy made. It comes in quart and gallon sized. Simply spray the liquid on the ground and on the ceiling (or tree) and ta-da the area drops by twenty degrees! I love it!

Anyway, Chief and Pumpkin (Kerry's Pomeranian) were running around the camp site causing more racket than ten marching bands. I finally bribed Kerry's daughter, Angela, to take them for a walk.

No harm, no foul… I thought.

Mordecai's Ranch raises Sasquatch or Big Foot as many of my mundane readers call them. Sasquatch hate being teased and they remember everything. I mean, I tossed Big Tom (a Sasquatch stud) a chunk of meat three years ago and didn’t feed the Sasquatch in the pen next to him.

Gorman remembered! (Gorman was the Sasquatch in the pen next to Big Tom) Every time I visit Mordecai's, Gorman starts howling at me. It doesn't matter that I've fed him since that first encounter; he refuses to come near anything I feed him.

Where was I? Oh, right! Sasquatch are vindictive wretched monsters!

The water troughs in the Sasquatch pens are built four feet off the ground with a permanent high-powered cooling charm painted on them. The high-powered charm drops the water temperature and the area beneath the trough by thirty degrees!

To stay cool, Gorman had crawled under his water trough, leaning his back against the fence, ignoring the people watching him.

I really love my dog, but I could kill him right about now. Chief wiggled under the first security fence, sneaking up behind Gorman as if the Sasquatch was a rabbit, not a freaking huge monster.

Pumpkin, the teeny-tiny Pomeranian followed.

How they both remained silent is beyond my understanding; they are never quiet. They stood a foot behind the nine-foot creature and barked. Loudly.

:Sigh: I'm not sure Mordecai will ever let Chief visit again.

Gorman shot straight up, plowing into the underside of the metal water trough. The trough flew up and straight back down, smacking Gorman a second time on the top of the head.

The dogs barked madly.

Angela screamed for help.

The Sasquatch on either side of Gorman's pen howled and pointed at Gorman, giving the equivalent of a Sasquatch laugh.

Gorman shrieked in fury!

Continued.

Until next time - Jodie B. Cooper

http://sidhinews.blogspot.com/

Atlantis Report on Kraken Nets Threat!

Broken Arrow, Oklahoma: Earth

Well! The very small news clip I wrote about the theft of kraken eggs from Atlantis Valley brought me a little bit of unwanted attention.

The Khr'Vurr, a terrorist organization based in Dragon Valley, sent me a present. Yes, I know, Guardian Alexander did warn me not to agitate them. (See news reports July 18 & 19)

This morning I opened my front door and found a dead skrivett - a nasty soccer ball sized rodent covered in leaky pus that smelled like warmed-up sewer - hanging ten feet above the ground in an old oak tree. The Khr'Vurr hung it with an Old Western type noose and wrapped my favorite blue scarf around its hind leg.

The nerve! What were they thinking! I live on Earth. Hello? What if a mundane had seen their little gift?

Honestly, I still don't know how they managed to sneak into my house and steal my scarf. I can't believe Chief, my three-year-old German Shepherd, didn't go nuts. He barks when the crape myrtle brushes the window.

I'll never look at scarves the same way again.

Let me tell you what they wrote on the note.

They didn't give me a dire threat like, “Stay out of our business or we'll kill you.” No, I think I hit a nerve with yesterday's news clip. The note said, “Only a certified idiot would stick her nose where it wasn't wanted. Your Loving Readers, The Khr'Vurr."

Well, I have no doubt in my mind that note proves the Khr'Vurr stole those kraken eggs. I called Guardian Alexander to tell him my theory. Do you know what his response was?

He hung up on me!

Moronic idiots, I'm surrounded by them!

On to a happy note, I received a request from a reader! I'm so excited! In the letter, Miss Clara Burnstien longtime resident of Stigler, Oklahoma (Earth) and a Land Fairy pointed out that many of my readers are mundane. Of course, I already knew this, but she went on to say my readers might want to hear about Sídhí's history. Well, not simply history, but how the dozens of Sídhí races came into being.

She said, "…the few mundanes the Council allows to know about Sídhí are sure to be curious about our origins. And while you're telling them about the Ancient Ones and how they nearly destroyed us be sure to tell them a few of our beloved stories."

I wasn't quite sure what she meant by 'beloved stories' and I wasn't going to ask. The woman talks faster than a speeding bullet. I got in about three words during our hour long phone call."

I think she meant mundanes would like to hear small stories about special people sprinkled through Sídhí history. Yeah, like I'm an expert on Sídhí history. Whatever, I'll do my best.

Until next time - Jodie B. Cooper

http://sidhinews.blogspot.com/

Phoenix Attacks Hikers

Initial reports from DaKine Valley were not alarming. They issued a brief news alert reminding hikers within the DaKine National Preserve not to disturb nesting phoenix.

After a few phone calls, I found out a pair of phoenix are terrorizing hikers.

The highly popular tourist destination, known worldwide for its exotic wildlife, is located in the Pacific Ocean with a dimensional footprint that overlays Hawaii and a large portion of the Pacific Ocean.

The volcanoes dotting the DaKine Valley are the preferred hunting and mating grounds for many Sídhí breeds including phoenix, lava sprite, and salamander.

It's unknown why the pair of phoenix has been attacking hikers. Both birds appear well fed and they do not have fledglings. After each incident, the hikers swear they did not antagonize the birds.

To date, the fire dripping birds have attacked thirty-two people. I found it rather odd all of the victims have been elves. I mentioned this to Hillary Hursliegh, administrative assistant to the tourism chair, Lord Samuel Pinkle. Both are dragons.

Hillary bluntly told me I was grasping at straws, trying to in-flame a boring story into a serious incident.

Of course, I'm sure the seventeen elves that received third-degree burns might take offense to the attacks being considered anything less than serious.

Hubert Pinkle, no relation to Lord Samuel, captured a recent attack on video. It showed the female phoenix dive-bombing several elves, splashing them with flames as it dripped off her feathers. While the female held the elves attention, the male landed on each tent and shook, throwing drips of flame onto the material.

Lord Samuel and The DaKine Tourist Association down played the video, attempting to blame the elves for entering the phoenix's nesting area. The elves insist they didn't go near the restricted area.

In fact, one of the elves heard a high-pitched dog whistle several minutes before the initial attack.

After hearing the elves' side of the story, I contacted Hubert and asked for a copy of the video, which he sent to me. On the video, I found the brief image of a man near the lip of the volcano crater waving at the birds. Zooming in, the man had a whistle to his mouth and was none other than Lord Samuel Pinkle.

I turned my information over to the DaKine Guardians.

As of five o'clock this evening, Lord Samuel is under house arrest.

In other news, Atlantis Valley reported the theft of six kraken eggs.

I shudder to think how the fairies will react. Trust me I would NOT want to be in the thief's shoes. No one messes with the fairies of Atlantis.

Get real, even a certified idiot knows that!

Until next time - Jodie B. Cooper

http://sidhinews.blogspot.com/

Phoenix - A phoenix is a bird of prey with brilliant red feathers. Adults have an average wingspan of twelve feet and a body mass of ten pounds. Fish and small animals make up the majority of their diet. Even with a hooked beak and razor sharp talons, it isn't the scariest looking bird around. They are beautiful whether standing or flying. Standing they have sparks of fire that flicker around the red feathers. In flight, the pretty sparks turn into a weapon, building into slender fingers of flame as they feed on the rush of oxygen. Once the flames reach two or three inches in length, normally after a few minutes of flight, the birds dive at larger prey. They are very intelligent and are popular attractions at zoos and circuses.