Author: doodles
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Doodles and Disco and The Meatball
“Doodles, let’s make this a selfie!” “What’s a selfie?”
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Doodles and Disco Go To Grayson Highlands
Disco, fanning herself says, “This heat dome is the worst! I’m a flower and even I can’t take it. Maybe we should get out of town… what about Grayson Highlands?” “Great idea,” says Doodles, handing her a glass of water. “But I think we should go in the fall– the ponies will be changing colors…
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Doodles Makes Disco Feel Better
“Doodles, what if someone breaks into our house?” “Don’t worry,” Doodles says, patting Disco’s back. “If someone’s out there, the chickens will let us know.” Disco frowns. “Even if they’re sleeping?” “Chickens are notoriously light sleepers.” “But what if someone still gets in?” “Then I’ll change the locks tonight. Would that help?” “Maybe,” she says,…
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Disco Tries Again
“I’m not sure what’s going on,” says Disco, frowning over her Geese Speak dictionary. “It says here that Honk really is hello.” “Maybe it’s your accent?” ventures Doodles. “Try it without that lilt at the end.” “Okay.” Turning to the geese, Disco shouts, “HONK! HONK! HONK!” Dead silence falls over the pond. “Well,” murmurs Doodles, patting Disco’s back. “Now…
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Doodles and Disco Go on a Picnic Redux
Doodles and Disco are still on vacation. So here is an old one. “Thanks for getting all the food ready, Disco,” says Doodles, stretching his arms high with a satisfied grin. “I had a terrific nap.” He pauses, pressing a hand to his cheek. “Wait—do I have sleep creases on my face?” “No creases,” says…
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Doodles and Disco Go Sailing… Redux
Doodles and Disco are on vacation. Here is a blast from the past. “Disco, I love you more than a hundred thousand million stackable containers all stacked together on a cargo ship crossing the Adriatic.” “That’s nice, Doodles,” says Disco absently, patting his arm. “But I thought maybe the cargo ship could cross the Drake…
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Doodles and Disco Use That “Useless” Degree
“I can’t get this itching to stop,” complains Disco, brow furrowed as she steps away from a peeling-bark Beech. “Think I ran into a patch of poison ivy.” Cracking his knuckles, Doodles steps toward her. “Oh, here–let me help. I’ve been waiting to put my PhD in back-scratchery to use.” “Ah…thank you! That feels great!” exclaims Disco.…
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Doodles and Disco Contemplate the Universe
“The universe is so big,” says Disco. “Sometimes it scares me! There’s a lot we don’t know.” Turning to Doodles, she asks, “What kinds of things scare you?” Doodles tugs the picnic blanket over his knees. “Everything.” Laying a hand on his shoulder, Disco smiles. “Can you be a little more specific?” “I was being…
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Doodles and Disco Listen to Music
“Disco, I-” Doodles breaks off, hesitating. “What is it?” asks Disco, glancing over at him with an expectant smile. To Doodles, she looks beautiful—cheeks flushed, forehead damp. They’ve been listening to her favorite album, Space Oddity. The record that, when she was younger, inspired her to become an astronaut. Now, as then, she’s tripping over…