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Shifty Mansionic Dimensions   23 comments

This post is inspired by and dedicated to my wonderfully imaginative friend, Tom. You can visit Tom’s blog at The Mansionic Perspective and share in the wonders of his blog world. You can learn all about gargoyles in his post The Winged Lion and the Gargoyle, and enjoy a further fantastic post about Winged Wolves (not the gargoyle wolves featuring in my own post) so do check this one out as well – it’s awesome! The Wild Winged Wolves of the Wilderness

PSX_20220226_200644Spinning haphazardly through a cosmic dimension shift Tom found himself spat out of the mouth of the dimension shift to a crescendo of wild howls and screaming tornadoes, at the front entrance of his Mansion. He was a little disconcerted to note that his Mansion had taken on a dark turreted gothic look in his absence, and he couldn’t say he was overly impressed with its leaning towards the dark and evil side either. Tom was pretty sure that he hadn’t ordered the evil wolf gargoyle door knocker now gracing the front door of the mansion and the fact that one was now there wasn’t a particularly promising sign. He channelled his inner werewolf – affectionately known as Tommy, but Tommy merely raised a hairy eyebrow at him and winked conspiratorially before yawning boredly and showing off a gleaming set of fangs.

The evil wolf gargoyle door knocker was not the friendly variety. At the sight of Tom’s hand reaching out to knock it the door knocker wasted no time in snapping and biting at the offending hand with ferocious devil-spawned wrath and a malevolent snarl for added effect. It smirked an evil smirk as Tom’s hand was hastily withdrawn.

The door swung open on its own, to a gaping dark void in the hallway that melted away to display a scene from Ancient Greece. Greece…in the Mansion’s Hall? Tom eyed the Mansion suspiciously, not for the first time today. A hearty snoring rumbled from within shaking the Mansion wall, and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness swirling in the doorway, Tom spotted a long chain and a heavy door ring attaching a sleeping slave to it. Slave-butlers! – Tom realised in a flash of unexplained knowledge, with the sole the purpose of answering the door. Not too surprisingly this one was exercising the common practice of slave-butlers involving having died of boredom or fallen asleep by the time a visitor materialised. He looked on curiously as a rich Greek visitor approached the door and seized a short iron bar attached to a chain with which he hammered deafeningly on the door. The sleeping slave-butler, rudely awakened, jumped to his feet, muttering a disgraceful string of grumpy Greek obscenities whilst tripping over his own feet scuttling to open the door.

The scene unfolding in the Mansion’s hallway, took on a slightly ugly tone, as the iron bar proved a handy weapon for the rich visitor to use to beat the homeowner to a pulp; in the process, leaving an unsightly mess on the doorstep whilst the grumpy slave snickered maliciously in the background before falling asleep on his feet. Fast forwarding to a future Greece, the scene displayed a world without slave butlers or the potentially lethal iron bars, instead showing a far more civilised heavy-duty plastic ring attached to the door creating a convenient combi door knocker and handle. The history of door knockers was very dark and fraught with dangers Tom noted, before the evil wolf gargoyle swallowed the whole scene with a ghastly groan and eyes that glowed with a hellish fire.

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Taking his chances Tom dived gamely past the gargoyle door knocker and through the front door – The trip down the hall, round to the kitchen and up the newly formed staircase to the study left Tom increasingly sure he hadn’t bought any of the gargoyle wolves he found shrieking furiously at him whenever he should forget and try to approach his doors. He was also left to puzzle over the presence of the glowing volcanic rock artifacts glowing in his sitting room and alongside every evil wolf gargoyle that he encountered along the way. He wondered briefly if it had anything to do with the unexplained knocking on the Mansion windows that seemed to be growing louder as he progressed through the gargoyle adorned Mansion.

A quick detour to the Mansion’s illustrious library of all knowledge saw Tom launch the Tomipedia application, a recent acquisition that the Mansionic App Store had suggested when he had been browsing through his Smart Mansionone”. Tomipedia greeted him with a flash and a bang before exploding into life with a resounding voice-over of the search content it had found somewhere in the depths of itself. Accordingly, the knocking increased in volume and threatening rumblings of discontent.

     


“Tommy knockers,” the Tomipedia grandly informed him, having projected a 3-D version of itself onto the oakwood wall panels of the Library of all Knowledge, mythical, supernatural beings such as ghosts who were generally considered to inhabit a variety of different mines scattered around the globe. For clarity, and having taken note of Tom’s rich imagination, the Tomipedia roundly dispelled his notions that it might have been referring to land mines rather than coal mines and the like. Furthermore, according to the booming Tomipedia, Tommy knockers were little green men sporting white whiskers, and fitted out in old-style miner’s attire. They stood around 2-feet tall, bearing an uncanny resemblance to goblins, gnomes, and leprechauns. In Germany they were known as Berggeister or Bergmännlein, titles which referred to “mountain ghosts” or “little miners.” They had a reputation for impish mischief and were well-known for hiding tools and snuffing out lights, for example. But despite their behaving like naughty little rascals laughing at them or trying to ignore them would be a very foolhardy and unwise move.

Well, that was very strange considering Tom wasn’t aware of having an inner mine and until this point hadn’t really considered the possibility that he might have one. He made a mental note to consult his inner Tommy knocker at some point and find out exactly where it was living and what sort of inner mine he might be harbouring. A gold mine wouldn’t go amiss.

A particularly thunderous tapping and knocking on the both the Mansion windows and the surrounding walls, acted as a sharp reminder to Tom of the Tomipedia’s reference to the term “knockers.” This title, his Tomipedia informed him with a flourish and in Tom’s book, a wholly unnecessary and thoroughly over-dramatic, loud boom, was articulated as “knackers.” A term, it added, with slightly sadistic cheer, that arose from the knocking on the walls of the mine – an occurrence that frequently crops up just before cave-ins.” … Cave ins…that wasn’t a good sign…. The Mansion, now a dark, turreted Gothic Mansion, was about to experience a cave-in?!!

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It was definitely experiencing something from the wrenching and cracking sounds emitting from the masonry. The massive tear in the wall probably shouldn’t have been showing him another galaxy let alone a fearsome manifestation of the evil black wolf gargoyle door knocker leaping at him through the galactic vortex and an interstellar star show but it rapidly became clear that that was the case. It didn’t look much like a door knocker anymore and neither did it strike him as looking particularly black though this was likely the result of the galactic star show, but evil and gargoyle sprang to mind without any help from Tom’s abundant imagination. It still had wings, he noted. But then again wings seemed to be an obligatory gargoyle feature. Not so much perhaps, however, the song of the stars that was echoing theatrically, fromdeep within the heart of the gargoyle wolf’s wild howling, nor the shadows of a thousand alien worlds that it now had dancing unnervingly in coal-mine black eyes. The Gargoyle Wolf wasn’t in a good mood. And had a few choice words for Tom.

“Your sighting of black wolves is frequently understood to be a warning omen of your “shadow self” element. Which means Tom, that your visual perception of a black wolf, could be an indication that it’s time to re-examine that element of yourself – right now!!”

The gargoyle wolf reached out and slapped him around the nonce with a hairy brass paw – or rather with the door knocker it had previously been holding in its jaw, and continued in a screaming cosmic howl –

“This element of you is the dwelling place of undesirable thought configurations and philosophies Tom. Are undesirable thoughts creating incomprehensible challenges for your capacity to grasp and perceive the opportunities in your circumstances? Are you in fact cleaving to incorrect and untruthful conjectures that are causing you to defer action on matters of importance, or to postpone your crucial life decisions? Are you hesitating – shaking in your boots no less – because you are uncertain as to whether something is the right thing to do?” W2 (2)C


At this point Tom couldn’t help feeling that all these things might be a possibility, that back hander with a brass door knocker wasn’t the greatest!


“The dark, shadow wolf may be emboldening you to ponder on your attitude – By relinquishing your hold on your undesirable thought configurations, you may well light upon new routes to realize your aspirations.”

At this point Tom’s main aspiration was to find a paracetamol for the headache and an ice pack for the bump on his head, but he was fairly convinced that this wasn’t quite what the wolf gargoyle had in mind when it intoned such words of wisdom to this mere mortal. Probably best to head for the bathroom! There was a big black hole in the bathroom. The door to an alternative universe. Hopefully one that was more sociable than this one! A quick pit-stop at the Mansion’s kitchen to grab an ice pack from the freezer resulted in Cook chasing him back out, brandishing a ladle and a frying pan, closely followed by one of the glowing volcanic artifacts Tom had noted were dotted around the Mansion alongside the evil Wolf Gargoyles….He tumbled back in the direction of the bathroom, which as it turned out was also harbouring an evil wolf gargoyle and several glowing volcanic rock artifacts – lurking menacingly and so far inexplicably, outside the partially open bathroom door…Well, the Mansion had never made life easy for Tom, he reflected, before making a magnificent gargoyle-defying leap through the bathroom door into the swirling galaxy that had appeared where the shower usually stood…this was going to be a really rough ride he realised as his hair took on a new life all of its own and his disembodied legs waved mockingly at the evil wolf gargoyle before vanishing through the galactic vortex to join the rest of his body in a Mansionic Dimension shift to….?

Over to the Illustrious Tom! Do pay a visit to his blog site – his imagination knows no bounds and you’re sure to find something that will grab your own imagination and keep you coming back!

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Wandering the Paths of the Wolf-Ways   25 comments

Whispers of Wolf Dreams

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As you dream in the shadow of the city lights….
(Image: Europa’s Icewolf 2012)

To see a wolf in your dream symbolises survival, beauty, solitude, mystery self-confidence and pride. You can keep your composure in a variety of social circumstances and blend into any situation with ease and grace. You are a loner by choice.

Negatively the wolf represents hostility, aggression, or sneakiness. It may reflect an uncontrollable situation or an all-consuming force in your life. This could point to an obsession, an addiction or something that is beyond your control.

To see a white wolf in your dream signifies valour and victory. You can see the light even in your darkest hours. To see a black wolf in your dream represents your shadow. 

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Image Credit: Blue Wolf – IkyuValiantValentine

There are characteristics of the wolf that you are refusing to acknowledge or incorporate into yourself.

 

 

 

 

 

To dream that you kill a wolf indicates betrayal. Certain secrets will be revealed to you. If you are being chased by a wolf in your dream, then it implies that you are unwilling to confront a problem that has been negatively impacting your life. Instead you are running away from it. To hear a wolf howling in  your dream represents a cry for help from somebody in your waking life. (Reference: F.BK – Source Unknown)

Happy New Year 2018   10 comments

 

And now we welcome the New Year. Full of things that have never been. (Rainer Maria Rilke)

Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering “It will be happier.” (Alfred Lord Tennyson)

FireWolves of Io   26 comments

Howling New Moonshine….

Spirit of the FireWolves…

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Howling new moonshine tumbling and stealing across the contrasting volcanic world of Io’s Fire wolves. Half hidden in the new moon shadows they gathered in moon dark silhouettes amongst the volcanic mountain ranges, calling the song of the stars, drawing on the fiery heart of the pack to call home the Fire wolves of Io, adorned in the mighty colours of the volcanic fire breed. The “Watcher at the Window” gazed in alluring fascination at the mountains peaks of Io bejewelled in the spectacular rainbow arrays of black and gold, catching too the starlight dancing in the gold-fire eyes of the Fire wolves of Io, bathed in the new moon darkness gliding around craters and dark plains.

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Next Time You Hear the Wolves Howl…   23 comments

 

The Song of the Ages

 

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The next time you hear the wolves howl

Take a moment to let your heart sing along with them –

For it is the song of the wild

That has been sung through the ages

Posted June 19, 2016 by europasicewolf in Wolves (Canis Lupus)

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Happy Easter Bank Holiday Weekend HoooOOOOOooooWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLsssssss!   18 comments

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“It’s not where you go in life,

what you do,

or how much you have.

It’s who walks beside you.”

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Universal Silver Star Wolf   33 comments

Universal Silver Star wolf

Silent tranquillity hung in the night air. A cool silvery moon wolf cast shafts of silvery light, shadows stretching across the snow crystals and a more distant moon silhouetting the blackened branches of dead trees. A lone space dog barked the sound echoing on the night air. As the stars winked and flickered in a clear sky, glinting in the white-darkness an alien moon wolf paused for a moment and shook the snow off her forepaw. Her orm blue eyes glowing softly throwing a silver-blue light across her fine-boned facial features, enhancing her alienness.

scificityplanet_thumb (4)As though contemplating on them she gazed curiously on the charred stumps and the blackened skeletons of dead trees seeming remember a past she had never been a part of.…

Hesitantly she reached up and sniffed at the nearest branch, her alien eyes keeping a careful watch on the lights emanating from the nearby star bases. Well used reflexes came instantly into action as the branch crumbled into blackened ashes scattering emptily across a tight packed snow. The Moon wolf started away momentarily afraid. Peace fell, tranquillity spread, time passed.

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The night sky blushed outlandishly, rose-tinted charged particles filling the air. The stars twinkled calmly, tiny piercing lights in the darkness of space. The road ahead stretched smoothly into the distance and the moon seemed to lose some of its power. Silence fell, nothing moved. Something unseen swept across the sky, lights flashing, and vanished.

Quietly the silvery star wolf slid out into the open, wary and suspicious. Her skin prickled uneasily but she detected no danger and instead she shook herself vigorously scanning the sky, clear, sharp eyes revealing nothing. A moment passed. All was silent and calm. The Silver wolf sent out her mind signals, and waited, gazing longingly at the stars.

 

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The circular shaped star ship paused in its flight, checking the telepathic coded signal. Silently it glided around in a 90 degree turn to sweep away through the sky following the signal. It passed within range of Space Flight Control’s (SFC) scanning devices for a short time before sweeping out of radar range and away behind the dead tree skeletons, leaving SFC officials in a state of escalating excitement. The air was tense. Quietly the moon wolf yawned and stretched, hardened muscles sliding under coruscate coat. Eyes bright and eager she stalked across the hard packed snow gazing at the glowing shape as the circular ship swept silently into sight, its lighting systems flashing around it. A hazy aurora blotted out the nearby stars and the craft glowed, shimmering silver from some inner source, suspended above the deserted highway in unearthly alienness.

imageThe star wolf walked forward calmly to meet it, eyes glowing. As she approached jade poured from a panel and engulfed her in its green aurora – a transportation beam. Slowly she ascended towards the craft glowing sunlit bronze in its light. Too late the occupants of the SFC star bases poured out, exclaiming in wonder at the sight that confronted them. Cameras flashed – Unidentified Silver Star Wolf! Slightly apart from the milling crowds a shadowy figure spoke covertly into a discreet, hand-held communication device, both eyes fixed on the moon wolf and its craft;  “Unidentified Silver Star Wolf in ….”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“This is the miracle we celebrate today, one nation indivisible with liberty and justice for all.

We celebrate not the final achievement for there is still much to achieve.

We celebrate the promise, the progress, the hope….”

The Mansionoid Meteorite Showers (2)   31 comments

The Mansionoid Meteorite Showers (2)

“He (Tom) gave momentary consideration as to whether this also applied to the sudden appearance of an alarmingly large and active vortex swirling towards the mansion at speed. He decided at roughly the same frightening speed the vortex was approaching at, that it probably didn’t and slammed the window shut in the hope that it would change its mind and go away…it didn’t….!! Surprised smile

(The Mansionoid Meteorite Showers (1) )

 

View from Pluto's Sputnik Planum by Ron Miller

Far away, in an entirely different dimension, Clowie was watching the meteorites from the small, frozen world of Pluto. Whilst enjoying the obvious benefits of being a strapping young Pyrenean Mountain dog, well-adapted to Pluto’s -230 degrees C surface temperature and cheerfully weighing up the odds on there being a subsurface ocean hiding beneath the methane ice, she was none the less delighted to see a warming bunch of burning mini liver cakes flying through the thin atmosphereSmile Liver Cakeoids!

She was easily distracted when Liver cake became involved in the equation… and flying high over Pluto’s icy plains and mountains in pursuit of the delicious mini Liver Cakeoids hurtling through the sky sounded tremendously appealing. Of course Pluto being as red as a particularly large liver cake it was perfectly natural that she was standing here in the middle of Sputnik Planum eyeing up Liver Cakeoids….that had been a result of Icewolf suggesting they pool sniffing powers and track down the best liver cake Pluto had to offer…

“There’s something very different about Plutonian geology – John Spencer Nasa researcher  Winking smile

Icewolf soaking up the Plutonian atmosphereWhen Icewolf wasn’t skiving that was…She was good at that! Something to do with soaking up the Plutonian atmosphere she had said…try Sputnik Planum she’d said. The pointed shaking of dusty white paws had, presumably been intended to convey the impression of a diligently digging Icewolf taking a break after hours of hard labour on the plains of Pluto… But Clowie was no dog’s fool and the large lump of liver cake stuck in Icewolf’s whiskers, told a rather different story. Winking smile Never the less here she was on Sputnik Planum!

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Her bipeds hadn’t been overly impressed about this unplanned turn of events, especially since Clowie had taken off at some considerable speed to reach her destination. Liver cake in the sky of Pluto and listening to the bipeds didn’t quite go paw in paw, so she hadn’t. At least not until she realised the screaming and shouting from her bipeds actually translated into, “Clowie!!! Chicken!!!!” Smile Skidding to an abrupt halt with scant regard for the pile of dazed bipeds tangled up in the leash behind her, she gazed into the Plutonian sky with rapt attention viewing a second Liver Cakeoid burst, which in turn drew her attention to the vortex whirling towards them apparently powered by swirling chicken feet. Clowie drooled delightedly, tongue lolling hungrily.

 

Not quite a hungry Pyrenean Mtn Dog but close!

 

Her eyes widened still further as she spotted a tiny Mansion hovering on the very far side of the vortex….Tom’s Mansion?? On a collision course with the the Liver Cakeoid meteorite shower….Splodge and Splatter! Liver cake everywhere! She wondered vaguely if there was anywhere in Tom’s Mansion to cook Liver Cakeoids…Winking smile

TO BE CONTINUED!

Read more about Tom and his awesome Multi-Dimensional Mansion Here! (Beyond the Sphere) https://wellheregoes.wordpress.com/

Read more about Tom’s fantastic new blog Here! (Splodge and Splatter) https://tlmerriman.wordpress.com/

Read more about the beautiful Clowie Here! (Clowie’s Corner) http://clowiescorner.en.1.3142.xyz/

Inexorable–Stealing Away the Last of the Sunlight   19 comments

Inexorable – Stealing Away the Last of the Sunlight

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Monochrome moon wolves! A subtle, relentless shadow crept across the face of an alien sun sending a soft, fiery glow sliding across the abandoned landing unit tips where only the moon wolves resided and the wild vegetation flourished growing rapidly in the cracks and crevices of the deserted buildings, long since abandoned by their alien civilizations. The abandoned shuttle port and its overgrown, unused space crafts roamed only by the Wolves_Abandoned SpacePort glowing moon wolves sliding subtly amongst the empty shells, food in plentiful supply around the crumbling, rusted hulls and skeleton cruisers.

 

 

Inexorably the eclipse light silenced them, cooling the air as the light faded into eerie, unnatural night, changing the atmosphere into something apocalyptic and alien to the moon wolves drawn back to the higher ground on the rooftop. Gradually stealing away the last of the sunlight till only the corona remained – a glowing fire burning flames and solar flares bursting across the darkened skies… The moon wolves watched with heads thrown high to the solar winds as darkness descended and the world feel silent. The eerie howl of the wolf song echoed on… and on through the monochrome eclipse light.

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The Mansionoid Meteorite Showers   16 comments

 

THE MANSIONOID METORITE SHOWERS Open-mouthed smile

Shooting stars! Careering across a clear night sky. Eyes to the skies Europa savoured eagerly the curious stillness of a new moon night enjoying unparalleled views of the darkened skies where the meteors streaming across the galactic bands lit up the sky in bright showers. Magical moments full of mystery she noted knowingly, glancing at the Ice wolf watching intently at her side. For a brief, pulsing moment imagewoman and wolf seemed to shift and merge into one sleek lupine body, glowing silvery-white in the meteorite bursts, and interlaced with silver moon strands, caught in the lunar thrill, scenting the magic of the night shooting stars. Faint, musical auroras danced across the night sky line playing over the telescope Europa was setting up in the darkened region fronting the brightly lit space dog training centre.

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Beyond the late summer skies, far above the atmosphere, the song of the stars echoing gently in the void that was the outer limits. In the velvet blackness of interstellar space that surrounded the Space Dog Training World tiny moons dwarfed by the mother world’s size and luminousity glittered silently in the winking void, tiny space ships moving steadily closer through the silent darkness. Europa stepped away from the telescope and gazed suddenly skywards captured and enthralled by the startling rise of the new moon on a cool alien world.

Soft summer-night moon-wind lifting Icewolf’s silvered coat, dancing with elfin light touch through moon-lit whiskers, tickling her senses witEuropa's Icewolf h a new moon night-time perception. An eagerness to step up into the alienness that drifted on the x-ray beams. Something was different here today…a resonating sense of power emanating, touching the edges of her mind urgently, trying to communicate…a message from the stars…. a shift of energies causing a potential breach. The sounds of the night a haunting interstellar music that stirred distant memories and Icewolf hazed into the past and the future, a thousand worlds away.

Something glinted…beckoned – in the flare of fire-tipped shooting stars…partially camouflaged under the cover of the night. An irregularly-shaped alien object… Europa had never noticed it before but she was drawn to investigate… an artefact… maybe some tracking device…Flashes of shooting star light danced playfully seeming to demand her attention. It resembled a sheet metal scroll. Hieroglyphics? She wondered catching sight of strange unreadable symbols …certainly no language she had ever seen before…Matrixed messages from the stars!

 


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Zoom! Sizzle! Tom leapt for cover as the first of the meteor storm raced unapologetically through the atmosphere and across the clear New Moon skies of The Grinds in a flash and a fire. Hot burning sizzle reminiscent of a particularly busy and excitable barbecue. Tom shook his head trying to clear his vision, worryingly exposed to the elements, he thought wryly pushing what was proving to be wild and thoroughly out of control hair aside thoroughly annoying his inner hair stylist in the process, to take a wary and suspicious sideways look at the skies above him. The thrills and spills of being in a multi-dimensional mansion during a meteor storm!

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Tom was a little surprised to note that the meteorites seemed to consist of miniature glowing keys to the gates of hell located deep in the basement and that the new moon was morphing in shape between the jar that had contained the currently missing key and a misshapen container of his hair gelthe one that he had lost in an experiment in the bathroom…a sudden chemical stench flashed by and his inner astronomer was quick to recognise a new wave of meteorites to be burning blobs of gloopy hair gel…. This struck Tom as a little strange but as Thomasina was quick to remind him that it was just a girl’s thing…

He gave momentary consideration as to whether this also applied to the sudden appearance of an alarmingly large and active vortex swirling towards the mansion at speed. He decided at roughly the same frightening speed the vortex was approaching at, that it probably didn’t and slammed the window shut in the hope that it would change its mind and go away…it didn’t….!! Surprised smile

TO BE CONTINUED…..Be right back