DAILY MONSTER 47
Good morning. How are you? I hope the first day back at work wasn’t too big of a drag after the holidays. It certainly seems to have spurred you into submitting stories for yesterday’s monster.
Markus, Bob, Aspid Istra, and Ya-Ya all posted funny names for Monster 46, while Inanna got political! I hope the Democrats will, indeed, display the slightly manic, anti-gravitational can-do spirit of Monster 46. I’m keeping my fingers crossed!
Terry T. sends a dispatch from the Day After New Year’s Day Parade in Weippe, Idaho. Monster 46 is a parade balloon! How could I have missed it? The Daily Monsters emerge from a spot only a few minutes walk away from the Rose Parade route here in Pasadena. I never realized that some of the annual parade energy had seeped into my ink well. Thank you for another lovely tale, Terry.
Incidentally, I’ve always been a bit of a killjoy, avoiding the parade and the merciless invasion of tourists into the neighborhood. And now I’m paying the price: As it turns out, this year’s parade featured a float from Oklahoma… starring the Flaming Lips! To see Wayne Coyne cruising down Colorado Blvd. might’ve been worth the crush of people.
Speaking of superheroes, Schlockading unmasks Monster 46 as none other than Flying Donkman, an airborne crime fighter who leaves a horse show as his calling card! Nice job, Schlockading!
Brandon gives us a scale adjustment and re-classifies Number 46 as a Tiny Horse Monster—so tiny, in fact, that it occasionally gets picked up by a gust of wind. I like that! You know that spring is in the air when the Tiny Horse Monsters are, too.
Finally, Sam B. shows once again that he has a kind heart by adopting this strange gift horse despite that fact that it’s obviously a little bit psychotic. It’s a mad. mad, mad, mad pony, and you’re a good man, Samuel Berkes.
Monster 47 looks like it, too, might know the gentle caress of lunacy. What’s making this one flash such a toothy grin? Is it on the prowl? Is it flirting? Applying for a loan? Or are its teeth stuck together after wolfing down some extra-gooey leftover taffy? I’m looking forward to reading your stories! By sea, or land, or air: 344 LOVES YOU
One final note: The great Mogabog is leaving us to our own devices for a few days, so he can prepare for his admissions exams. Please join me in sending some excellent test taking vibes his way! GOOD LUCK, Mogabog! Knock’em dead!