fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about our pets, like why dogs wag their tails and cats purr.
Donkeys deserve better
For what seems like forever, donkeys have been treated like a bit of a joke in the media and literature. From apathetic Benjamin in Animal Farm, to depressed Eeyore in Whinnie the Pooh and annoying Donkey from Shrek - is it any wonder why donkeys have an image problem?
Seaspiracy: An Open Letter
To Whom It May Concern, I would like to first start out by saying this regarding my intention behind this open letter: back in 2019, I volunteered for a New Hampshire-based marine wildlife organization that aimed to protect marine habitats, promote substantial seafood consumption, and reduce plastic waste across New England. My summer with them surprised me to see how most New Englanders aren’t aware how throwing out that Poland Springs bottle in a riverway could mean death to seagulls and other marine wildlife, or how purchasing tuna from a company that doesn’t practice substantial and humane methods can do more harm than good for both wildlife and local fishing communities. While the intentional goal was to make the New England public better marine stewards for our local marine ecosystem, we had no intention to encourage people to go “vegan” or attempt harm on local fishers who have earned a living off these waters for generations. So, when I heard about Ric O’Barry’s latest movie being used by extremists to target these little non-profits for not having the same animal-rights “values” as the film, I took it upon myself to share my thoughts on it.
let sleeping dolphins lie
There is a tv show in the UK called QI. Its a comedy type question where people are asked almost impossible questions or where seemingly obvious questions have strange answers. As a lover of trivia and weird facts i often watch it and try and retain interesting stuff. Unfortunately I tend to only properly recall very weird stuff or totally useless facts that I will never again.
MOVING DAY Each family member of the Jenkins clan was busily doing his and her part for that special day. One person would tape the cardboard boxes and the other would quickly fill them with blankets, books, shoes or whatever, because there wasn't much time left. There was still a great deal of packing yet to be done. Every room of the house had boxes piled along the walls and into the hallway. Moving day was less than 24 hours away. It seems that all family members were helping out, except one. She was Annie and she was no where to be seen. Annie didn't like what was happening. It was all too noisy and disorganized for her liking. She was quite content with the way things were. Actually, she couldn't figure out what the commotion was all about. Her family was no longer going about its usual routine. Someone would be moving something from one room to another. Someone else would be disconnecting things and placing them into boxes.
Animal Facts You Not Have Known...
The Pixar movie "Finding Nemo" is about a single father clown fish named Marlin raising his only surviving child, Nemo, after a barracuda eats his wife, Coral, and all his other eggs.
The Black Rabbit
On a quiet Sunday afternoon, I was working all day from home on tax documents for my online business. My suburban neighborhood of Nottingham was covered in a thick white fog, where you can barely see anything with clarity. Bored out of my weary self and being stuck inside my bedroom with piles of paperwork, I grabbed my black fedora and my leather shoes to leave my house.
Not Meant for Me
What do you do when gifted the opportunity to solve a majority of your troubles, at the cost of the well being of a stranger? It is a question many of us are sure we know the answer for, do not harm another for your own benefit. However, when the choice presents itself, it is a troublesome decision to deal with; as it is often difficult to let go of a chance to alleviate our own pains. But the nobility of one's heart will many times win out, and endure the hardships of life in order to ease the aching of a kindred struggling spirit.
Hope From Another
He wore a pristine black suit. It was perfectly tailored to his physique. White shirt, pressed, starched, not a wrinkle in sight. Blue tie, bright, but not flamboyant, and subtlety cascading into the colors of the rich black jacket. Flawless, it was spectacular. He had spent the entire previous night shinning the shoes until they glossed a perfect reflection. Sitting in the hotel room he had lost himself in the memories as he blankly stared at those shoes, eloquent executive wingtips. And he had polished, and polished. Clean the dust off, dry, shine, oil, shine, oil, shine. Rhythmic work, repeatable work. His memories took him to his previous years, in the arms of his young bride, his lover.
Vernon the Three Pawed Discoverer
Rain drops danced upon the windscreen as we made our way along the windy dirt driveway. I can’t quiet remember if we were talking, or perhaps listening to the radio. But I do remember the chill of the air hitting my lungs as we got out of the car. A reminder that winter is just around the corner.
The Wonderful Mrs. Pink
Mrs. Bernice Pink always carried her little back notebook with her wherever she went. Even her husband Chester, known to all as "Chester Pink the Mattress King," couldn't pry that little book out of her thin, pale hands that very special sultry evening in Chicago when he knelt on one knee with a heartfelt proposal at their favorite Italian restaurant.
In Mrs. Giverney’s Teeth
I’d taken my girlfriend on vacation to New York City, to show her places highlighted throughout the many stories she’d heard of my college days. I knew the city better than those born and raised there, I often insisted. “Had you been born into a family fortunate enough to own one of these brownstones,” I was sarcastically informing her as we walked past the famous homes surrounding New York’s Gramercy Park, “you’d have been born with a silver key in your mouth instead of a spoon.”
The Horrible Hirschbaum
The neighbor was painting his trash cans again. While Davis trimmed the hedge between their adjoining yards, he surreptitiously watched him print "Mr. Hirschbaum" and his address in large white brushstrokes, stark against the black plastic.