I've been asked where does my inspiration for my stories come from?
Well, the simple answer is everywhere really.
I catch interesting snippets as I pass by people, I see strange and unusual happenings that take me aback and make me laugh, I am reminded of my own cock-ups and stuff-ups - of which there are many! many! many! and in my day to day goings-abouts I gather a very rich amount of priceless stuff to include in my stories
I merely have to change the species from human to hare, leave the individual's name out, and blurr over the facts just a teensy little bit
but I am so appreciative of all these incidents that I am part of and privy to and so appreciative of the individuals who have inspired me
so I am hoping that no-one minds if I ever use a bit of an incident that they may have been in, or may have inspired, in one or two of my stories (it's not the first time, I've been writing like this for years, just omitted all the names that would give the game away, and never bothered telling anyone)
and I am hoping that they take this as the nicest form of flattery
as I immortalise them like a god in my story :)
and before you know it, a rather humorous, maybe even slightly flattering story is mustered up....
Mother Hare Tsuru
One day at kindergarten, when Tsuru was still tiny, she came across an
old magazine on the bookshelf in the corner. She’d already been thru all the
books, and looked at all the nice pictures and there, on the bottom shelf,
nearly hidden under the big books was a tatty old magazine.
So with some effort
Tsuru dragged it out, but the flimsy cover ripped off in the exertion and
wafted onto her paws. That wasn’t a problem though, as it was already very old
and very well read, and just as she was about to scrumple the cover up and
throw it away, something interesting caught her eye.
She flattened out the page on the floor infront of her and gasped in
delight as she studied the picture, then declared to herself that yes, she
wanted one of those too.
And with that, she tore a small piece off the page.
As it was allowed in the kindergarten, to tear books and magazines. They
were not precious icons not to be harmed and gloated over, but instead to be
read and appreciated, enjoyed and shared, and so Tsuru excitedly made her way
over to one of the teachers to show her the old scrap that she wanted to take
home.
Because all torn pages had to be approved by the teachers first, and
ofcourse they always were, it’s just that it gave everyone a chance to see what
pretty picture or interesting quote would be leaving the classroom for good
that day.
Anyway, as she held the scrap in her paw, stretched out in front of her,
the teacher nodded approvingly, that yes she may take that home. A couple of
the other teachers glanced over their shoulders to see the picture and
immediately raised their eyebrows and a few of the babies stopped in their
tracks, startled, but Tsuru was already carefully putting the scrap in between
her work book and into her bag.
When she got home that afternoon she went straight to her bedroom and
stuck the picture above her bed so that she could see it every night before she
fell asleep and first thing every morning just as she woke up. That way she
would be reminded to always want it. And she smiled happily to herself.
Well, that night as mama was reading her bedtime story to her, she
happened to glance up at the nearly naked man with the heavily tattooed arm
above her daughter’s bed, and she gasped in astonishment – surely Tsuru was
still too young to be interested in the opposite sex, and not even a hare at
that.
Though not being interested in hares was not really a problem, as there
was always interspecies marriages and minglings going on with hares and other
species, as that was what hares were like, but it must have been all the
nakedness which surprised her mama and took her off guard.
After the story was finished mama looked up at the handsome man and said
to her daughter that the new picture was very nice, and Tsuru immediately
stifled her yawn, grinned excitedly and pronounced to mama that she wanted one
of them too.
Upon which mama smiled sweetly, stroked her daughters head and
gave her a goodnight kiss.
Now that Tsuru is all grown up she did indeed surprise her mama by
getting one of them. Though it was not a nearly naked handsome man with tattoos
on his arm.
It was instead a tattoo of a Japanese crane. Just like the one that
the man had on his arm, flying across his bicep.
She came home rather late one
day rubbing her ankle, and looking a little sheepish and embarrassed, so mama
asked if everything was alright, upon which Tsuru proudly revealed her very
first tattoo to mama – a beautiful and artistic Japanese crane flying across
her ankle. Ofcourse the fur had had to be shaved off and her skin was rather
tender and pinky underneath, but the black of the ink stood out well and the
tattooist had told her that when the fur grows back in, it would be thinner and
shorter and that the black edged crane would still be visible.
Tsuru was very pleased with his handiwork and at the end she gave him a
large wicker basket of freshly snipped meadow herbs and some tasty tubers she
had dug up, as he had requested and they had agreed on the week before when she
had stopped by his shop with her tatty little picture and unusual request.
He
told her to come back in a week’s time so that he could check her skin, and his
work, and if need be, to shave some more of her fur off, and em, would it be
possible to take some photos that he could put on his tattoo blog? because she
was his very first ever hare.
Yes, ofcourse said Tsuru, she would be delighted and had a crazy thought
to herself that perhaps a magazine would get in touch with her to put her on
the front cover beside a very handsome nearly naked man with some tasteful
tattoos?
She let out a little sigh as she made her way home.
Tsuru is looking forward to sitting cosily on your armchair by the
French windows with a view to the garden. Leave them ajar thanks as she will
going out most days to visit her nieces and nephews. She’s still not a mother
herself, just not found the time yet. But not that she’s concerned about that
in the slightest as she is busy with her career as a model.
The day that she had gone back to the tattooist so he could take some snaps
of her, he had a big surprise waiting for her and paired her up with a very
good looking boy who had some pretty tatts.
The photo-shoot was so much fun and
had gone down so well, and Tsuru and the boy had gotten on great that he had
ended up asking her out to dinner!
Well, well, dinner had been delicious, as
she had had the vegetarian option, plus all his salad too and they had talked
tattoos all night long, plus he was really very taken with her. Pretty little
hare or not.
They did receive a few stares in the restaurant that evening but
they were stares with smiles, which are always the nicest kind of stares.
And the very next day she was in for another surprise - a huge surprise.
The tattooist had uploaded her pictures to his blog, and within minutes they
had gone viral and she was now more famous than any other lagomorph in history,
eclipsing Bugs Bunny, the Easter rabbit, the Hare on the Moon, Roger Rabbit and
Jessica Rabbit! (not that she was a rabbit, nor even a hare, but still..) and
he had been inundated with calls and requests for more photo-shoots of the
pretty little leveret!
Tsuru has had a few more tattoos done by him. She’s not really an
adventurous kind though, and she did love the first crane that he did for her,
so she ended up getting a few more of them flying across various parts of her
body.
Well, cranes do migrate and they do live in flocks so her flock just sort
of grew and grew. But, my my, she does look so very beautiful indeed and the
artistry is breath-taking.
She has made front covers of all the most
influential magazines ever – Time, Vanity Fair, The New Yorker, not to mention
all the tabloids and fashion ones as well.
And she always has a very handsome
dinner date every night, who incidentally always has a tattoo.
You are most welcome to come along to the photo-shoots with her if you’d
like. They are so much fun and she has had some very novel settings. Her
favourite so far has been the mad hatters tea party with Johnny Depp, hmmm, but
then there was the one with James Bond in his fast car, that was thrilling, and
hmmm, so was the one with Taylor Kitsch and her back on Mars.
She always needs a few helping hands to get her fur in order for the
shoots, so if you’d like to come along and groom her too then that would be
nice.
And she is sure that you will be asked out to dinner by a handsome man
afterwards. There are always handsome men around her now, and she is friends
with all the famous ones, not that she is naming names, mind you.
What do you
mean you are the shy type and wouldn’t know what to say at dinner. You don’t
need to say anything, just sit there looking pretty. That’s what she does and
it works a treat. Though she does like to talk tattoo, so you could always
brush up on your cranes and crosses and roses.
I just hope that everyone is flattered in the process,
though I am not naming names, but regardless to say that nearly all the boys in the gym that I workout with have impressive tattoos
and over the last couple years I've seen, and admired, and appreciated them all
after all, I am an artist, and a tattoo is a beautiful expression of art
and I believe the wearer wears a little bit of their heart amongst all that ink
and what is not to appreciate in such a tender expression?
and ofcourse the body that displays the tattoo is also a beautiful expression of art too
Alex Minsky, US Marine and Afghanistan vet, above, is very impressive, and I particularly love his lower abdominal tattoo 'Don't Laugh'
and if you are into tatts and baseball caps and roses and ....
*sigh*
or perhaps you are into the Guy Richie/English gent type instead? and his minimalist tatt?
*sigh again*
those 3 boys are all on my pinterest page, so credits in their links there
it's a little princess's birthday very soon
and currently, at the tender age of 8 and 11/12th she is way, way, way into 1D
appreciating boys who may or may not have tatts already? who knows?
do they even have fur under their arms? and a 'Don't Laugh' tattoo? but would anyone be laughing?
anyway, as to tatts I wouldn't have a clue, and I don't think I have even heard one of their songs either...
I'm a little bit out of touch at the moment, as my fav youtube song is...
(it's good for writing stories to)
still, I made her a cutesy Scottishy bag with her fav colours - blue and purple(ish)
and put in a bag of edible boys - oh okay then, 1D Love Hearts
and sent it off to Norway. Hopefully it will get there for the big day?
(she definitely doesn't read my blog, so no worries about spilling the beans here)
the majority of my hares all have 'tatts' on their coats
of beautiful does and handsome stags, of delicate roses and leaves...
what's not to like? coats to appreciate and flattering stories to make you smile
it's always nice to have a bit of body adornment that doesn't wash off in the rain, or sweat off in the gym ....
gawd! so over-rated all that body graffiti is all I can say
what's the point of having a tasty rose if you can't eat the bloody thing?
nuthin' nicer than a snow white coat, nuthin' nicer.....
so, a big thank you to my muses for inspiring my stories!
I hope that you are perhaps not too shocked, and instead a little flattered?
xx
