Saturday Wordzzle # 19

The idea is, every week Raven (View From A Raven's Nest) gives you between 8 and 10 words/phrases and you have to create a small but coherent paragraph using every one of them and the same with the mini challenge. You can do either, both or a megawordzzle using all the words, or even all three, it's up to you, you can post them on your blog or email them to Raven. If you join in go to Raven's and put your name on the Mr. Linky so other participants can come visit you.

Here are my efforts - complete with my doodles.

This Week's Ten Word Challenge is: fabulous, aristocrat, tricycle, soft summer breeze, cat litter, silver-tongued devil, curtain rod, lilacs, Abraham Lincoln, garbage can
Abraham Lincoln was a pedigree Persian, an aristocrat amongst cats. Tripping along the curtain rod he slid down the curtains leaving the remnants of the chicken carcass, from his forage in the garbage can, which had stuck to his fur. Marmalade, the ginger she cat from down the street, thought he was fabulous, he was a silver tongued devil who wooed her shamelessly, she was also impressed with how he balanced on the handlebars of the tricycle, whilst the child pedalled furiously. What Marmalade loved most was the fact that Abraham didn’t have ordinary cat litter, no siree, Abraham’s cat litter smelt of lilacs on a soft summer breeze – that was real class!


And for the Mini Challenge: strangle-hold, revelation, dormancy, tripod, space cadet
As the photographer positioned the lights and his tripod the group, ‘Space Cadet’, posed for photos for their new album ‘Revelation’. He was a huge fan and was thrilled to be having a sneak preview of some of the new tracks from the album, like ‘Strangle-hold’ ‘and ‘Dormancy’, which were playing in the background. Also he was hoping if he did a good job on the photos he might get lucky and wangle a couple of tickets to their next gig.
Fabulous, fantastic, look this way guys, great!

Megawordzzle

Annie loved her job as a nanny for the Forsythe family. Lord Arthur Forsythe was a true aristocrat; he was also a silver-tongued devil who had wormed his way into her affections. Annie knew it was a dangerous game they were playing but she couldn’t help herself, he was so attractive with a definite resemblance to Abraham Lincoln and he had the most fabulous eyes, something all the children had inherited. James, the baby of the family, was having fun on his tricycle oblivious to his surroundings, a proper little space cadet, whilst the other children, Jemima and Cordelia, played with the kitten their father had brought them. “Jemima, Cordelia, please leave the kitten alone whilst it’s using the cat litter” called Annie, watching Lord and Lady Forsythe strolling through the garden admiring the lilacs swaying gently in the soft summer breeze. Annie didn’t realise that there wasn’t a cat in hell’s chance of her ever being more than a bit on the side to Arthur, (he’d given her permission to call him Arthur when they were alone), she wanted more than snatched moments on the stairs and half an hour in the summerhouse late at night and she was going to tell him just that! Annie’s delusions of grandeur were in dormancy but now she wanted to be a lady, not someone who was considered to have been born in a garbage can. It had been a revelation to Arthur when Annie told him of her ambitions and that she was pregnant during one of their late night meetings. She mistakenly thought the pregnancy would provide the strangle-hold on him she needed. Arthur laughed so uncontrollably he kicked over the tripod that had been left in the nursery by the photographer, who had been taking photographs of the children that afternoon. Annie was incensed at Arthur’s laughter; she insisted he should set her up in a house of her own where she could bring up their child. Arthur was still laughing when she swung the curtain rod wildly in his direction and although it only caught him a glancing blow on the side of the head, he dropped like a stone. Annie was long gone by the time Arthur had recovered consciousness. She had emptied his pockets and taken some of the family silver but he covered up what had happened, saying he’d tripped and fallen to explain the wound on his head and that Annie had been called home because her mother was ill. After all he didn’t want his wife to know what he’d been up to and Annie could be easily replaced both as a nanny and a lover!