Wallie the Imp tells me mortality is all in the definition.
Wallie the Imp loves all sorts of weather. He is not particularly fond of rainy days and clouds, but he understands that they are a part of life without which all goblins and imps would die. So in honor of the four changing seasons, and to meet today’s Daily Post prompt, Wallie has applied to his penniless artistic friends for aid. One of them rose to the little fellow’s challenge. Here we share the result. It is not what we expected. To be fair, it never is.
Wallie the Imp and I were somewhat confused by today’s Daily Post prompt. Wallie refuses to let me call him a pet. Imps are not pets. They are personalities.
We had the good fortune to know a friend of a friend who does in fact own a small cat. He was good enough to send us material to help us with our post, promising a poem that would perfectly sum up his feelings for his animal friend.
Wallie and I were very excited until we read it.
The rest we leave to you…
Wallie the Imp has always had a strange fascination for mad artists. I suppose he should. After all, he tells me he has personally met Byron, the Phantom of the Opera, and of course, Edgar Allan Poe. For the first and last, he tells me he was a creative muse. Continue reading
Before I knew Wallie, he met quite a few strange characters on his own. My Friend and I never expected to actually meet one of them.
This little dragon (above) is not happy. Someone told him that dragons and fairies aren’t real. They also said that they were too old for fairy tales and children’s books.