Freddy

Moonie has an unexpected pal: Freddy Krueger.

Moonie loves visiting his pal at The Time Capsule, a music/comics/books/etc. store in Seekonk, MA.

It’s a great place for Moonie to try out his Freddy Krueger jokes. Which he’s done so many times, Freddy sighs when he sees Moonie coming.

“Hi, Freddy!” Moonie will holler.

(sigh) “Hi, kid,” Freddy will mumble.

“I have a joke for you!” Moonie will shout.

“Of course you do,” Freddy will grumble.

Today, he had three.

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“Why does Freddy Krueger wear a hat?” Moonie asked.

“Why?” asked Freddy, knowing Moonie would tell him anyway.

“Because he ran out of scare spray!” Moonie shouted, and burst into laughter. But he wasn’t done.

“What’s Freddy Krueger’s favorite Italian dish?” Moonie asked.

“What?” Freddy asked, looking curious.

“Fettuccine a-fraido!” Moonie yelled, then laughed even more.

Freddy waited patiently for Moonie to pull himself together.

“What do you get when you cross Cheerios and Freddy Krueger?”

“What?” asked Freddy, looking puzzled indeed.

“A CEREAL KILLER!” Moonie screamed, and laughed so hard he rolled onto the floor.

“You OK, kid?” Freddy asked, looking at the tiny troll way, way down on the ground.

“I’m fine!” Moonie said, beaming up at his friend.

“Darn,” Freddy whispered to himself.

 

 

 

 

 

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Happy Easter!

I followed the sounds of giggling to find Moonie with three new friends:

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“What’s up, guys?” I asked.

“Oh, nothing,” Moonie said, smiling. “I’m just hanging with my Peeps.”

The Peeps giggled.

“We were telling Peep jokes,” Moonie said. “Like this one: Why did the Easter bunny go into the adults-only section?”

“Why?” I asked, along with his three marshmallow companions.

“Because he wanted to see the Peep show!”

I didn’t know candy could laugh, but all three Peeps did.

“Why was the marshmallow chick so popular?” Moonie asked.

“Why?” we chorused.

“Because she was a Peep-le person!” he shouted. His candy friends howled. Read More

Top o’ the Saint Paddy’s Day to You!

This morning, I awoke to a voice in my ear:

“Why don’t you iron four-leaf clovers?”
I rolled over and looked at the clock, which said 5:20 a.m.
“Ugh, Moonie, couldn’t you have waited another hour for the alarm to go off?”
“Because you don’t want to press your luck!” he shouted, undaunted at my morning grumpiness.

He had more.

“What do you get when you cross a shamrock and poison ivy?”
I sighed, stretching. “What, Moonie?”
“A rash of good luck!”

I turned on the light, resigning myself to being up for the day, and was greeted with this sight:

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“What is that in your hair?” I asked.
“Saint Patrick’s Day!” Moonie shouted. It was green, and it was shiny. It’s all he needed.

He had more jokes.
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Marty

Just as Moonie has a human best friend (me), his crow buddy Marty has a human best friend, Greg Klabon. Greg can be spotted managing sound at dozens of live music events each year for the Rhode Island Songwriters Association – and Marty can be found right alongside Greg, headphones on, concentrating on enhancing all the talented singers and songwriters who perform at Brooklyn Coffee and Tea House.

Moonie recently had a chance to catch up with his good pal Marty, who gave Moonie a tour of Marty’s┬áspecial little set of┬ásound equipment. Soon the two buddies were giggling over music jokes.

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“Why did the musician get arrested?” Marty asked.
“Why?” Moonie asked.
“Because he was in treble!”

They both hooted.

“Did you hear what happened when an E-flat walked into a bar?” Moonie asked.
“No, what happened?” Marty asked.
“The bartender said, ‘Sorry, we don’t serve minors in here!'”

They cracked up.
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Shovel! Shovel! Shovel!

As the wind whipped and howled during the snowstorm that started around noon yesterday and ended in the wee hours of the morning, Moonie wanted nothing more than to snuggle up and cuddle.

But the moment the sun rose this morning, he was jumping up and down on the bed. “Snow! Snow! Let’s go shovel!”

“Moonie, the neighbors don’t want to hear the scrape of shovels at 7 a.m.,” I grumbled.

He disappeared, and I thought maybe he went to torture Kitty with some jokes, but when I couldn’t find him in the apartment I peeked outside. He was standing with my snow shovel, holding one of his own – a Moonie-sized spatula, complete with a little cupcake.

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“Shoooooooovvvvvvvvveeeeeeellllllllll!” he sang.

“OK, OK,” I grumbled. “Let’s shovel.”
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Culinary Cake, Part 2

Moonie is still very much enjoying the fact that his friend Deb’s husband is a chef and culinary professor. Particularly as Deb brought in another of Bob’s classroom cakes yesterday – a chocolate one with mocha frosting.

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“Delicious!” Moonie shouted through his chocolate-rimmed mouth.

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“Shh,” I responded. People were trying to work.

“But they haven’t heard my cake joke yet!” he shouted. “Hey, everyone, what kind of cake brings you to the doctor?”
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Trees and Tacos

Because I’ve been stuck on crutches lately, Moonie and I took our first walk in nearly two weeks yesterday – and made a horrible discovery. His very favorite tree, which some lovely person or persons had “knitbombed” a couple of years ago, lay broken and dead on the ground.

I haven’t seen Moonie’s lower lip tremble like that since the bakery was out of cookies. He quickly ran over to give the tree a healing hug.

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