Daisy the Curly Shark
Predator Press
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Last night, while Terri and I were going through our scrapbook, it occurred to me I’ve never blogged about how we came to adopt Daisy -our 47 foot Great White Shark.
I remember that stormy evening like it was yesterday. Answering a soft knock at the door, at first I didn’t think anyone was there ... but glancing down, there she was in a tiny little pink basket. Attached was a note that said “I can no longer care for my baby. Please help.”
Immediately our hearts melted.
We have treated her as our own ever since, and -despite Terri’s stubborn refusal to breastfeed- we built as normal a life for Daisy as we could provide: I was there for her first steps. We played catch and Hide-N-Seek in the backyard. I built a huge elaborate treehouse where we would leisurely fritter away our summers eating marshmallows and reading comic books.
High school was tough for her. She always seemed to have trouble “fitting in” and we had to encourage her to participate in school-related activities. Eventually her natural athletic abilities began to shine through, and she became the first female fullback on her football team and earned a full scholarship to NYU.
We never told Daisy she was adopted, and trust you to help us keep this dark secret.
-One only has to look into those beady little eyes to understand why we have spared her this painful revelation.
[LOBO]
Last night, while Terri and I were going through our scrapbook, it occurred to me I’ve never blogged about how we came to adopt Daisy -our 47 foot Great White Shark.
I remember that stormy evening like it was yesterday. Answering a soft knock at the door, at first I didn’t think anyone was there ... but glancing down, there she was in a tiny little pink basket. Attached was a note that said “I can no longer care for my baby. Please help.”
Immediately our hearts melted.
We have treated her as our own ever since, and -despite Terri’s stubborn refusal to breastfeed- we built as normal a life for Daisy as we could provide: I was there for her first steps. We played catch and Hide-N-Seek in the backyard. I built a huge elaborate treehouse where we would leisurely fritter away our summers eating marshmallows and reading comic books.
High school was tough for her. She always seemed to have trouble “fitting in” and we had to encourage her to participate in school-related activities. Eventually her natural athletic abilities began to shine through, and she became the first female fullback on her football team and earned a full scholarship to NYU.
We never told Daisy she was adopted, and trust you to help us keep this dark secret.
-One only has to look into those beady little eyes to understand why we have spared her this painful revelation.
Comments
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Visit!
(And if you think my Daisy looks mad ...)
ps: thanks for the link!
Daisy: I'm glad you like this spoof! This could obviously never occur nowadays (now that storks have to pass drug tests).
I'm surprised you still have limbs and those dangly things on the ends of them, oh..what do you call them? Fingers!...to type with.
~Static~: [*sigh*] There's always gotta be one that gets me in trouble with my wife! lol. Where have ya been? It's a good thing you turned up hen you did! I'm revamping this blogs link list over the next few days ...
Jeff: Not sure exactly. I just googled "yearbook" and picked an image I could work with. But changing everything to black and white really seemed to give the images an older flavor too.
-But judging from the hairstyles, I'm willing to bet you're right on the nose ...
Barbara: haha! I’m generally not real big on "lolcats," but I am impressed with the overall design concepts and general form. DTCC has an impressive and understated command of the technology, and a talent for concise, disarmingly simple delivery -and the fact that the author likes what she does is readily apparent and contagious.
Lin and Earth to Holly: There was a lot of stuff that didn't make the "Final Cut": there were additional paragraphs/photoshops of Daisy going to the Prom with the Kitner boy who disappears -but ultimately I thought the Jaws reference was too obscure.
Who knows, however? This post seems pretty well-received. I'm sure we haven't seen the last of Daisy ... :)