The Aliens Make First Contact With Intelligent Life On Earth

Thomasina Sanger, Joel Martins & August Zazarella Perform At The Nines In New York

"I've Got the Box Turtle Blues". Thomasina Sanger Duets With The Singing Box Turtle Joel Martins. August Zazarella on piano.

(Verse 1)

Joel: I woke up slow beneath the willow tree, Sun was high but it barely noticed me. Tried to cross the driveway by half-past noon, Got run over by a lady hummin' show tunes.

Joel: I've got the box turtle blues, oh yeah, Movin' through life with my house on my back. While the hare's out hustlin', I'm stuck in a snack -- On a dandelion I can't quite chew through. Yeah, I've got those slow-mo, muddy-toe, box turtle blues...

(Verse 2)

Thomasina: My best gal left me for a tortoise in June, He had a six-pack shell and sang her a tune. He said, "Hey baby, I race for fun". Now I just bask and grumble at the sun.

Joel: I ain't got Wi-Fi, I don't move fast, But I've got ancient wisdom and moss on my... past. I could teach you zen if you'd sit a spell, Or just help me roll over -- I'm stuck on my shell.

Joel & Thomasina: I've got the box turtle blues, oh dear, been stranded in a muddle nearly half a year. But I'll keep on trudgin' with my wrinkled views -- Cause wisdom grows slow with the box turtle blues.

Lyrics by Copilot, 20250707.

The Oranges

Prompt: a whimsical Pixar style CGI animated character that is an old shriveled orange. The orange, which is sitting in a wheelchair, has small arms and legs. His mouth is open in an angry yell. A mop of yellow hair perches on top of his round body. The setting is the oval office in the white house.

Images: Copilot, NightCafe (not my creation), NightCafe.

Frog Diners Surprised By High Prices

Blue Poison Dart Frog Surprised by High Prices On Menu In Fancy Restaurant.

Green Frog Surprised By High Bill In Restaurant.

Mountain Bike Misadventure

image1: Copilot.

image2: Copilot. Treabhair T. Acweorna Drives his 2021 Chevy Colorado Truck passing Collin Wolfaz on his Way to The Mendenhall Glacier Visitor Center in Juneau Alaska.

image3: NightCafe.

image4: Microsoft Designer.

image5: Copilot, expanded using AIease Image Expander.

Giant Bride In Polka Dots

The wedding of Astrid and Beagan, star crossed lovers who are determined to make it work despite the size difference.

Buddy Bunny Plots Murder At Midnight

Buddy Bunny slunk in and out of the shadows. The moon was high in the heavens and the stars shone brightly. He was careful to not be spotted as he stalked his prey -- Pulchellus, the impossibly cute gold dragon.

Buddy's heart hardened. He reached inside his sweatshirt's kangaroo pocket, feeling around for his pocket pistol.

"You will die tonight", Buddy whispered as his eyes narrowed. He had been assured this would do the trick, given that Pulchellus had recently molted his scales; a part of the normal dragon growth process.

Stalking him for months, looking for a weakness, suddenly it became clear. That was the day Buddy saw the normally scaled dragon completely lacking them.

With scales a dragon is nearly invulnerable. Without them? He should be able to pull it off.

"Lawful Good, my fluffy bunny tail", Buddy scoffed.

Then he remembered his tail was gone. As were his ears and whiskers. The painful memories flooded back. That horrible day when flames consumed his burrow, the conflagration nearly burning him alive. Unfortunately he lived. Though numerous members of his fluffle perished, incinerated in an instant.

While convalescing in the hospital's burn unit, he saw a news report that shocked him. The nurse flipped on the TV and left the room. As a morphine drip eased his pain, an Enchanted Forest News Tonight reporter cheerfully related the story of a dragon fire-breathing contest that, previously unbeknownst to him, took place near his warren.

Then he saw the footage that clearly incriminated the culprit -- Pulchellus, the world-famous, impossibly cute gold dragon, star of the eponymous TV show, Pulchellus: The Impossibly Cute Gold Dragon.

Buddy Bunny, rising from the flowers, a lone figure of vengeance, drew his weapon and fired.

Hearing a pop, Pulchellus turned.

"Owe!" the surprised dragon exclaimed as the bullet pierced his breast. "That hurt!"

Pulchellus looked down and saw a spot of sunlit plasma (dragon blood) on his favorite T-shirt. "Why did you do that?" he inquired as he poked the hole.

"You are a strange looking chap", the befuddled dragon remarked as he dug out the bullet and flicked it away. "That wasn't very nice". His scowl deepened as he traced the bullet hole with one claw. "Ruined. This was my favorite shirt. I got this at the DragonStock festival last year".

Buddy's jaw dropped. The wizard he purchased the Dragonbane bullet from was positive it would work. Even though his low caliber pea-shooter could not possibly penetrate dragon scale. But with no scales? Pulchellus should be dead.

Buddy let out a strangled cry of defeat. "You may as well finish me off!" the earless coney wailed.

"What do you mean? You assaulted me". The dragon blinked at him, utterly baffled. This little dude might be off his rocker. Perhaps he was an obsessed fan?

"Hey, man, I'll give you a pass this time, but I better never see you again". Then he left. Pulchellus had to be on the set tomorrow bright and early and didn't have time to waste with this weird little dude.

As the dragon departed Buddy regained his composure. This wasn't over. He would reassess and formulate a new plan. He found the Dragonbane bullet on the ground and picked it up. First thing tomorrow he would hop over to the Wizard's shop and demand a full refund. Obviously it was defective.