Crabby Monday... Ghost Story Winnings

Hello, Darlings.   Oceana here to show all of you, my fabulous friends, what came in the mail recently.

During our glorious HowlOWeen extravaganza, I submitted a ghost story to the devine Mayoress Madi for her event and I'm pleased to say I was a winner.   You can go to her 10-30-13 post to read my story, if you'd like.

Well, I received the most glamorous piece of bling from darling Goose!

It is a lovely charm with the See Beautiful slogan.   Oh, it's gorgeous!

It adds the most glamorous touch to our home!

I had The Hands hang it on our Crabitat for all to see.  Thank you, dear Goose for the lovely charm.




There was another gift too!   OMC, take a look at what came from Mayoress Madi:

Her talented assistant, Cecilia sent a homemade scarf to The Hand!   It is a clawsome prize.

 So wonderfully tasteful!

The Hand put it on right away.   It is the perfect design and color scheme for trendy Fall fashions.  Thanks so much, Diva Madi for the lovely scarf and I can tell you that The Hand loves it to pieces!  She wore it to work and it is so very chic.


So, there you go, darlings, the wonderful pressies from the Ghost Story event!   Thanks again, darlings Goose and Madi for hosting the event and sending such great gifts.

Ciao and Little Pinches,
Oceana


PS:  For anyone who might have missed it, or would like to read it again, here is my tale reprinted in its entirety.


THE SEAGULL        .....By Oceana

Once inside a crabitat dreary, while I wandered scared and leary

Over many a glamorous empty shell and sandy floor;

All at once there came a banging as if something loudly clanging,

Clanking at my cocohut door
‘Tis the wind and nothing more.’

Open now I threw the shutter and in the bird came with a flutter

As I then began to shudder, wondered at a sight not seen before;

To what would cause this stark intrusion and upon me cause confusion

Worry what this gull’d emplore, why he's here inside my door;

Quoth the Seagull ‘Nevermore’.

Then to me he told his tale, upon the surf he saw arose a tail

And a fin that could only mean a whale;

Teeth to kill with blood and gore, the creature flashed a vile smile

Quoth the Seagull ‘Nevermore’.

It thrashed and caused the sea to foam, and frightened animals all did moan

And scurry and swim and fly ashore, lest they perish and live no more;

By this the gull did scare by telling, all the while my fear is welling

The whale in my mind I see, and from its horror I would flee;

Should it here in my crabitat would be

Quoth the Seagull ‘Nevermore’.

Furthered by the bird’s strange telling, soon it occurred to me a clearing

Of the gull and his real meaning, as all is not quite what it’s seeming;

This odd gull’s whale is not all flesh, but rather is a see-through mesh

Made of fog and mist and spirit, nothing more of this is to it;

A ghost whale is the real subject of this sly lore,

Only this and nothing more.

Thankfully he left no dropping as he flew from my hut topping

Still I feel the fear he caused, and before the surf I always paused;

Looking for the ghost whale form and the fearsome smile that it wore

Quoth the Seagull ‘Nevermore’.