LET'S TAP OUR TOES TO START "THE BREAKFAST DANCE!"

NOW LET'S DO "THE BREAKFAST DANCE!"

KING OF THE WORLD!

CAN AN EDITOR CONSOLE RAJ? THAT IS THE QUESTION BEFORE US.

NOTE FROM EDITOR: Today, Mozilla Firefox CRUSHED INTO COSMIC PARTICLES OF DUST the literary dreams and aspirations of an exceptionally talented, albeit young, inexperienced author. You see, dear readers, our little YumYum generously offered the weekend position of blogster to "the pretty one," Raj, who this morning blogged eloquently about how The Editor discovered that wheelchairs, unlike bicycles, cannot be stopped or turned once they are rolling rapidly at break-neck speed down the smooth, newly-paved path at Boulevard Park heading DIRECTLY INTO a bulwark of sharp, jagged Cascade Mountain GRANITE,
a sea-wall designed to keep Bellingham Bay from going all Tsumani &stuff on our favorite local park!

Raj recounted the true, breathtaking narrative more raptly than an action-movie filled with aliens and Special Effects! Speilberg and George Lucas, eat your hearts out.  You know, Hillary Swank is from Bellingham,
yeah, it's true. We're not just a bunch of small town nobodies. Uh-uh! oh Yeah!
OH<AND ZOMBIES! GUINEA PIGS LOVE ZOMBIES. AND, WHETHER OR NOT THEY FIT INTO A STORY, ZOMBIES MUST ALWAYS BE INCLUDED. Perhaps, in retrospect, not including zombies precipitated what came next:

Having written adroitly about The Editor's stupid, near-TRAGIC- death experience with fiery passion and literary acumen rarely found in 9-month-old guinea pigs (descended from Royalty to uplift Humanity)

it d.is.ap.eared. it v a n i s h e d off the screen. gone. out the back, Jack, take a little scram, Sam: Raj's masterpiece  went soaring Invisibly - in the blink of an eye - into Cyberspace, never to been seen or heard from again. Kleenex, we need Kleenex
 STAT!

(Pause for moment of silence.)

Proud of his blogPost accomplishment, we had all waxed eloquent; dreaming aloud of the Pigitzer Prize he was bound to win,
and how we would live with Raj's new-found fame as a suddenly discovered literary prodigy living humbly among us regular folk, called Bellinghamsters. Just folk.

Cavies everywhere would REJOICE, naming their offspring Raj, whether girl or boy was irrelevant: an entire generation of Rajs and Rajettes would be born into a world make better for Cavies everywhere because our very own Raj gave Voice to the CavyCause:  human recognition of Guinea Pig brilliance, genius, and unprecedented creative innovation in an artistic genre usually reserved for heroic horse and dog stories.
Raj sacrificed his poetic voice and personal anonymity for the recognition and newfound respect that cavies would receive GLOBALLY! And maybe people would even stop serving them for breakfast in Peru and the Congo like egg McMuffins!

We were already dicing fragrant, fresh celery and carrots into bite-sized pieces (because they can choke and die if you give them long, striny pieces, so all celery must be chopped into small, bite-sized pieces for guinea pigs) and The Editor was going to make Popcorn and Hot Cocoa for Her OWN Breakfast Celebration! POPCORN AND COCOA!

Gird your loins, dear reader, for suddenly, the fates turned against us:

The computer crashed, leaving us all stunned; staring in mute horror and disbelief as Raj's dream went: blank.

He's too young for this much pain, we squealed to the Zombies we know made this happen because, let's face it, they just didn't fit into this particular story.

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It's our fault, isn't it, for not insisting he save his work as he typed furiously Inspired as he was?
And nobody insisted he include Zombies. Was that wrong?

                                                                         -*-

Now, our little one is in the agony normally reserved for alcoholic human Artists, one all too familiar to the rest of us, but an agony that no nine-month old pretty guinea pig should ever be forced to endure in relative obscurity. Shoulders as little Raj's are too delicate for Heartbreak so early in his promising career. Now all he seems interested in is figure skating... and that is so wrong! Not when the Editor is practically over- the- top self-destructing in her new wheelchair.

No, someone must ragain their senses (and nobody's money is on the Editor.) Figure skating can wait.

Raj, we are so sorry, our little pearl. Take a post or two to tell the world how you feel. We are behind you all the way, little one.

P.S. As of today, none of us are Zombie fans. TAKE THAT, ZOMBIES, YOU PICKED THE WRONG HERD TO MESS WITH!

As we all take our warm milk and honey with a dash of cardamom earlier these days due to mom's rapid decline in health, we shall bid you all adieu and ask each of you to boycott Zombie products in protest of their bullying such a delicate, newly emerging talent as our pretty little Raj Mahal.

Editor out, YumYum out, Taj and Raj now grazing for hay, so we all out.

Thank you for understanding Raj's agony as he posts his emotionally response to this tragedy in the following excerpts.

G'night, all. We move in one week. Then life with be full of joy, sunshine, lattes, and Inspiration! We love you all.

NOTE FROM EDITOR

WE now offer our little Raj Mahal space to express himself without editorial censorship and permission to use punctuation created by humans in ways which best serve our pretty little guinea pig's devastated muse.

MY WORLD ASKEW FOREVER NOW

DEAR READERS,

Well EXCUSE ME! SORryy? you's SORry????? hey, i'm da Nices pig, too, n even not nices t now amymore!

just got a message from the FireFox monkeys a sayin' dey so sorry 'bout da crash that put my life dis crooked.

SORRY? SORRRRRRYYYYYYYY? maybe i knows why da YumYum coppin' da attitude now.

i coppin' da "my world askew forever" visual image for you to see how DEStroyeD Me is from DemFireFoxMonllkeys after Reading nest post yous know Why I crooked now. Now gonna Tunr you firefoSES over to YUM YUM: he goonna EAT YOU!

WHAT?!

dE
AR readers, i just wrote the best blog
post ever
written and it wa s realllly long and elegant
poetic,
ELOqqutnt and
most Rivetign ReadinG experience
AND award
whining, no doubt! i DA wrter of Dis House!
cyberspace ate IT WHile i was showing it to EVeryone &bragGing.

it G.O.N.E! SERIOULY, G.ON.E! LIke, where?~!@@@!!!***!!!

me sad, me giving
Post"Editor-Sail this STupid-Ship in cyBurSpase" back to YumYum, beCause
i'M too PretTy to Write
so GOOD AND theN lose it and NOt when the beSt BloGger pirize!  bets writer, realy, me. really: me, oh.

just gONNA lay HEre in disMay. any ThingLIKE dIS tragedy happen to anyone ELSE?

i wood Wring my Hands in DUSMAY if guineapigs had hands,,,i'm going to lie here in Shock, what wrong wid you compuder
people makin'd dat so SSTUPID YOU LOSE MY PIGITZTER PRIZE BLOG POST LIKE DAT?!

DOES we try again or give up + EAT carrots? my first big sadness...how A GifTed Riter DEal with Tradegy?

LItterAry Tragedy TodYA I will never BEE Same Pig Agin, now just aNOTHE r pretty pig...tAlent undiscovered
SO sad AnD at Such AN earLy age, too, Only 9 MoNths...doeS self_Pity, caN wE do DAt or UnaTTractive?

pretty one did good, cybermonkeys stole masterpiece, now beautiful day full of LiDerarry Dreams go BUTS SBUT BUST!

PREEYTTY PIG OUT.

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LISTEN AND DANCE, DANCE, DANCE!

PIGGIES SQUEAL: "IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY!"

RAJA MAHAL'S "GUEST POST"

Dear Readers,

Hi. It's me, Raj, the pretty one. I don't mind being called pretty. But Edwin does, so don't ever do it. (Mom told me to say that.)

Today has been an EPIC Newsday!

1. The SUN came out.

2. YumYum taught us how to jump so now both Taj and I take turns perched high atop our "Pigloo" and view the world through new eyes. We play "King of the Castle" and Taj sits up there more than I do, but we are learning a lot from YumYum.
We think there are things mom does not want us to learn from YumYum and we hope to learn those, too.

3. We GET TO MOVE MAY 1ST!!!! At least mom and us and a futon. The rest of the stuff not packed enough, so it may not make it until the following weekend but WHO CARES?! WE HAPPY, HAPPY, EVEN MOM, TOO who had the saddest birthday ever yesterday but today is Earth Day and the Sun is Out and We Get To Move in on May 1 AND...

4. Our neighbor and award-winning novelist, Janey Bennett, took mom to the Lion's Club this morning and they outfitted mom
with a little, itty-bitty (but heavy, 35 lb.) wheelchair and took the "foot part" off so she can kind of run/shuffle in it without
worrying about falling down anymore! It's pretty hard to get it in and out of the car, but we may be able to purchase a lighter
one, soon. So,

5. SUN OUT!
WE HIGH ON PIGLOO PERCH!
WE MOVE MAY 1ST!
MOM CAN RUN AROUND IN HER WHEELCHAIR NOW WITHOUT FALLING!
SHE REALLY WANTS ONE OF THOSE WAY COOL, TRICKED-OUT BIKES THE PARALYMPICS ATHLETES RIDE...
BUT  WE IS ALL HAPPY
WITH WHAT WE HAVE:
OUR INDEPENDENCE, A NEW PLACE IN THE SUN, AND A VIEW FROM ATOP OUR PIGLOO!

THIS IS TOO BEAUTIFUL DAY TO LET IT GET AWAY.

LOVE,
the pretty one, Raj Mahal

SUCH A SWEET LITTLE THING...? MAYBE. MAYBE NOT. READ ON!

GENEROUS MAHALS PAY ME A "PITY VISIT" WHILE RUNNING FREE

hey readers, do you see this? Mahals out on Runabout while I languish placidly in my cage? why am I not on Runabout,
you ask. You do ask, right? Well, because mom is now all "oh, I don't want any fighting, the Mahals have never fought and no teaching them how, Yum-Yum..."

she's so self-righteous and WRONG! JUST BECAUSE I GOT IN THAT ONE (NOTE FROM EDITOR: FIRST & POSSIBLY LAST) TIME, GNASHED MY TEETH, CHATTERED LOUD WARNINGS, BRISTLED MY FUR, GOT THAT PUNKY LITTLE MOHAWK OF MINE TO STAND UP ON END AS IF A BATTLE WAS IMMINENT...AND LEPT RIGHTEOUSLY UPON THE PRETTY ONE -

then mom goes and spoils the whole thing because she has never heard either Mahal chatter even one tooth or behave aggressively and we learn bad (according to mom) as well as good manners from one another, so now I am banished from Runabout with the Mahals "until you learn to behave, Yum-Yum!"

inspired speech, mom: you and all your Peace "blah, blah, blah."

"I am the rightful heir to 'Lord of the Herd' and the Mahals need to know it!"

(muted WHISPERS FROM EDITOR...)

Dear Readers, hi. It's YumYum. How are you? We are fine. Raj and Taj are visiting me during their Runabout.
See
Dick and Jane walk. See Dick and Jane run. See YumYum CENSORED! See YumYum's mohawk bristle in Self-righteouS INDIGNATION!

We are having such a nice time and wish you were here. Tea and crumpets, anyone?

Soon, one of the Mahals may be offered a "guest columnist" opportunity because, ApparentlY, mom thinks I do not always reflect the Sanctuary-Spirit of loving inclusivity and respect when welcoming new members to our herd. WHAT A CROCK OF ---

(shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, squeal and sound of more shuffling, teeth chattering and whining) uh-oh...

*!*

Dear Readers,
My name is Raj Mahal and I do not know what to say. Can we have dinner now?
*/*

(YumYum leaping upon laptop keyboard, squealing:)
*/ "He doesn't even know how to write -TO THE HELM, TO THE HELM!"*/

*
YumYum has NOT LEFT THE BUILDING!

G'night from the Newsroom: VOTE FOR ME! VOTE FOR ME NOW! RIGHTFUL HEIR TO...
(OOPSY...) ta-ta, readers!
YumYum