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.


“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.






Happy Easter!

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


“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.

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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:


“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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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.


“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.


“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.


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


“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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Family Bath Time

I wanted to be at a fun bluegrass show last night but was under the weather. I decided a nice quiet bubble bath might help make me feel better and filled the tub, only to hear a little knock on the door.

“Moonie, I’m going to be busy for a while. Go tell the kitty some jokes, OK?”
(muffled little voice in response)
“Moonie, buddy, I can’t hear you through the door.”

In the blink of an eye, he’d opened the door and come in. I can never understand how someone three inches tall can reach doorknobs that are 30 inches tall, but I guess that’s part of the magic of being a troll.

“I said, can I take a bath with you?”
I looked up and there he stood and OH MY GOODNESS.

People. Friends.

He was holding his own little Moonie-sized rubber ducky.


Where do they even MAKE Moonie-sized rubber duckies?
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Mr. Owl

Moonie made another new friend in our local toy store window: Mr. Owl. The two of them had a ball swapping jokes the other night.


Moonie: “Knock knock!”
Mr. Owl: “Whooooo’s there?”
Moonie: “Baby owl!”
Mr. Owl: “Baby owl whoooo?”
Moonie: “Baby, owl see you later!”

Mr. Owl: “What do you call an owl with a deep voice?”
Moonie: “What?”
Mr. Owl: “A growl!”

Moonie: “What do you call an owl with a carrot in each ear?”
Mr. Owl: “What?”
Moonie: “Anything you want! He can’t hear you!”
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Lord of the Pies, Stop 14: Tomaselli’s at Rosario

Oh boy oh boy! Moonie thought we had finished Lord of the Pies, but the nice folks at Tomaselli’s at Rosario are still accepting pizza passports through Friday. So of course we had to go last night!

When we arrived, we finally understood their name. Tomaselli’s is the restaurant inside of a social club called Rosario’s that hosts bunches of functions. Moonie liked that they had a few Christmas trees and a disco ball around their function room.


And he made himself right at home on the fancy leather office chairs that spin around. What a fun way to sit around a bar!


Then he had to hop up on said bar because he wanted to see what was on TV.

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