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A Cerasiferous Conundrum

Sigyn, look!  It’s another set of twin cherries!  Maybe you and I should have another try at cherry-pulling.  I did win the last one, you know.

Hmm.  This set of cherries has the stems “helpfully” pre-mangled.  They’d be no use for pulling.  I wonder what happened to them?

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(Twenty minutes earlier)

Whatcha got there, pup?  Cherries, huh?  Never could afford those growing up, and sure didn’t get any in the war.  Gee, I’d really like to try some, but they’re not mine.  Hey, those aren’t yours either!

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Stop!  Bad hyena!  Let go!

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That Stocking Post With A Ton of Pictures

What an orgy of unwrapping yesterday morning was!  Ribbons and paper and tags everywhereThe human male received some shirts, a book, some games, a bottle of fountain pen ink (green–must remember to appropriate that), and some ginger candy.  The human female received a necklace, some of the pens she likes, some books, a box of chocolate candy (which she can’t eat–oh, darn, more for me), and the human male’s nasty cold.  The rest of the day was spent puttering, reading, and sleeping.  Between the greedy frenzy and the laziness, the humans forgot to mention that Sigyn and I had a stocking of our own.

Today, they FINALLY remembered to tell us!  And now that it is quiet (more sleeping), Sign and I are going to open it.  I hope it is not socks.  I have enough socks.

Here we go, Sigyn!  Are you ready?

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Fisi, NO!  Get out of there!

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Bad hyena!  Drop it!  Wait–I see numbers in the corner.   Maybe it’s cash!

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Oh. It’s just an envelope.  Here, Sigyn.  I shall open it with my dagger.

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Well, look at that!  I was not expecting a small, rubbery human-relative.

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There’s another envelope–are we getting a barrel of monkeys one by one?

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Ponies!  Oh, Sigyn is going to love those.  She’s more than a bit horse-crazy.

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I opened a third envelope, only to discover two tiny gray creatures.

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We are now surrounded by odd-toed ungulates.

Sigyn–do you see something else in there?

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A rubbery neon dinosaur!  We can add it to our growing herd.

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Odin’s eyepatch–there’s another one!

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And two more, as well as some trucks for me!

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Vroom, vroom!  Beep, beep!  Crash!  Augh!

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Fisi! What has that fleabitten menace got now?  Drop it!  Drop the bunny, Fisi!

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Bad hyena!  Got get in your crate!  Crate, Fisi!  Don’t worry, Sigyn, the bunny is unharmed.

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Though you may want to keep an eye on that fox…  I can practically see the thought-bubble that says, “Yule dinner” hovering over its head as it gazes at that rabbit…

Sigyn is quite happy, playing with all the new members of her menagerie.

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Me, I’m off to see if a) the humans have gobbled up all the cookies already,

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b)  the human female’s mother sent cash again this year…

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To Market, To Market, Part II: A Helping Hand (Sigyn Speaks)

“Pardon me, ma’am.  Do you need some help?”

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“Oh, thank you!  I seem to be dropping everything today.”

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“There you go–all repacked.  May I carry this for you?”

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“Oh, thank you, but you’ve already helped tremendously.  I think I can manage.  I’m not going very far.”

“I don’t mind.  I’m headed that way myself.”

“Oh, then thank you!  You’re very kind.   Fisi, NOBAD hyena!  Give that back”

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“Oh, I am so sorry!  Fisi’s usually so much better behaved. I can’t think what’s got into–”

“It’s all right, ma’am.  Can’t hurt this old thing.  Nothing damages vibranium, not even hyena teeth.  See?  Not a scratch.”

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“Oh, I am so sorry!  Really, you’ve done so much! I can take it from here.”

“No trouble.  Besides.  It looks like it is about to start pouring and my shield makes a pretty good umbrella.”

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“Again, thank you.  Oh, my name’s Sigyn, by the way.”

“Steve.  Pleased to meet you.”

(to be continued…)

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Sigh.

All the preparations are done.  Well, mostly.  Don’t look too closely at the corners, because the human female missed some bits of sweeping, and there will be paperwork and bills and yardwork for the days after Yule (the human female pushed a dead tree over and now has to cut it up), but by and large, the humans are ready for their big holiday.  Time to pause, and rest, and consider.

There’s still so much I don’t understand about Midgard, and about my place in it.  And I suspect that, as a Jotun, I’m missing out on some of the significance of this holiday.  There’s another aspect to it, something beyond gift wrapping and extra calories.

I think Sigyn has it, whatever it is.  She has gone to Midnight Mass…

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…while I’m here alone, shaking packages and hoping Fisi doesn’t short out the tree lights and burn the house down.

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“Peace.”  It’s a wonderful idea, and I know I should want it, at least for Sigyn, if not for myself.  I guess it’s just not in my nature.

It’s a tough time of year to be a pagan deity…

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A Bucolic Idyll, Part III: Making New Friends

Making new acquaintances can be an exciting part of visiting someplace new.  It is not in my nature, but I suppose it costs nothing to be friendly.

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Marty, no!  Not that friendly!

Fisi wants to know more about the cow.

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Specifically, how does it tasteBad Fisi! Bad hyena!  No biscuit!

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Meanwhile, this horse seems very interested in Groot.

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Hang on, Groot!  We’re coming!

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