16 October 2008

enismirdal: (trypanosome 1)
I went to Spitalfields Farm last month when they had a fair thingy on, and fell in love with various of the animals. One was a big orange goat that baa'd at us whenever we stopped petting her until we started again. Another was a sheep, which unfortunately brought me out in dermatitis but was adorable nonetheless. And a lovely couple, a funny little pony and a friendly donkey. And of course, the guinea pig shed.

Afterwards, I decided I really wanted to sponsor one of their animals, but which? First I looked for the goat, but that particular goat wasn't on their "To Sponsor" list. Then I thought about the sheep, but decided as lovely as it was, it wouldn't be so great to sponsor an animal I couldn't touch without my fingers falling off! I considered the equines, though I'm sure they have lots of sponsors, and the birds, as they probably don't get as much love and attention. And then I realised what I really wanted was a winnie pig to hold and cuddle again. I do miss my winnies.

So I decided Rosie would be the one for me, and sent off my form and my cheque, and today my welcome pack arrived! There's a slightly wrinkly laminated poster of Rosie, and a certificate, and most importantly, a VIP card for a hands-on Rosie-meeting session. :D I get to have a wee wee wee thingy on my lap again!!!!!!!!

There was also a wonderful little fact sheet about guinea pigs. Unfortunately, they slightly failed at the taxonomy and the typing.

Oh well, they're a good cause, and are involved in loads of community projects and making sure the city kids around here actually know how to tell the difference between a sheep and a horse. I'm sure I can forgive them for putting my new beloved not only in the wrong genus but in the entire wrong order... :)
enismirdal: (wood anatomy 2)
Title: A Linguistic Misadventure
Rating: G - no pairing
Warnings: Extreme silliness. Described as "the most disturbing thing I have ever read" by one not so anonymous reviewer.
Word count: 500
Disclaimer: Elves belong to Tolkien, not me, and I do not pretend otherwise! No insult intended to the good bard, even here.
Notes: I blame Tux and her fish. Entirely.

ETA: Summary. I suppose people would appreciate one. OK, then. Shortly after delivering the Fellowship to Lórien, Haldir sits down with a vocabulary book...and makes a rather embarrassing realisation.

A Linguistic Misadventure )

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