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On and on the pair traveled. Bingo and Frankencow were both just happy to be together again, and they covered the distance in contentment.

 

"Seems like we might just make a clean getaway," Bingo remarked casually after the third day without incident.

 

"Shhh," Frankie said, giving the monkey a warning glance. "Let's not say that out loud. It's like tempting the fates."

 

"I suppose," Bingo replied with a sassy grin, "but isn't that what having an adventure is all about?"

 

"I've had enough adventure," Frankie said, with a heartfelt sigh. "My days of longing for a bit of excitement might be over."

 

They lapsed into a companionable silence, as their transporter, an elephant who'd offered to help them on their way, walked steadily on.

 

"I sort of need a bathroom break," Frankie said apologetically.

 

"Girls," Bingo said, rolling his eyes. "They're always needing bathroom breaks."

 

"Wait a minute," Frankie said, excited. "I see something up ahead. It might be a rest stop."

 

As they neared the little shack, Bingo busted out laughing. "Not much of a rest stop if you ask me," he said. "But hey, it looks like you've got the place all to yourself for up to an hour."

 

"I don't think so," Frankie answered slowly. "I think this place might be occupied."

 

"Who would be out here in the middle of nowhere?" Bingo asked, incredulous.

 

They were both mystified.

After a great day of roaming outside, these two decided to take a break and enjoy watching the world go by.

Frankencow wasn't sure who this fella was, or why he was sitting all alone. But she was sure that he could use a friend. Right now, so could she.

 

She circled slowly, so that he could see her approach. Frankie knew it wouldn't be polite to scare someone she was trying to make friends with - although it seemed like something Bingo might do.

 

As she finally made her way around and began to move closer, Frankie was shocked at the sadness she saw in his face. She was sure she had never been that sad in her whole life.

 

Only then did she consider that this might not be a good idea, but as her resolve wavered, his eyes fell upon her.

 

"Hello, there, stranger," he said in a pretend-jovial voice. "What's your name? Where ya headed?"

 

His questions caught Frankie by surprise. She hadn't planned on him making the first move, and now she blinked, caught off guard.

 

"Um, I'm Frankie," the little cow said, her voice small. "And, uh, I'm not really headed anywhere. But how 'bout you?" Frankie seized the opportunity to steer the conversation. In for a penny, in for a pound had always been Bingo's motto, but it had kind of rubbed off on her as well. Since he'd already spotted her, she might as well make the most of this new situation.

 

"Oh, you might say I'm headed on my way out," he said, again with that fake happy voice. Frankie wasn't fooled for a minute.

 

"What do you mean?" she asked, curious.

 

"Nothing much, not any more," he replied cryptically. "But let's just say that at one time, I meant a lot - a lot to lots of people."

 

"I see," Frankie said, beginning to understand.

 

"I dare say you do," he said, and the smile ran away from his face.

 

"So tell me," Frankie said. "I've got plenty of time if you feel like talking about it. What's your story?"

As usual, the little dog felt his position as spectator was important to photograph. Meanwhile, Frankie wandered over to see what all the fuss was about.

 

"What's this?" she asked, not even noticing all the hard work that had gone into the quilt. Seeing a dog that was around her size unnerved her just a bit.

 

So, partner, I've quilted your doll quilt, and I have to say, I had a hard time figuring out what would work with the traditional blocks. I hope you like what I did -- I used two types of patterns, the first is just a square pattern that increases as you get closer to the edge. The second one can be seen a lot better in the second shot.

Frankencow got a couple of friends together to help me try out the new light box I made, thanks to Andy's link. Unfortunately, it was a case of Frankie in the middle when Davey and Eve L. found out they both couldn't be in EVERY shot.

 

Here, Davey's left out in the cold, and Frankencow's not too happy with being forced to choose sides.

 

C'est la vie, Frankie!

Thanks to Bingo's help, disaster was averted and Frankencow avoided becoming hamburger. But now the pair was lost. While the White Rabbit wasn't exactly their friend, he was a familiar face in a strange place.

 

So they wandered, and they discussed their options. "Let's just ask the first person we see where we need to go," Bingo said. He showed a surprising willingness to ask for direction, despite the fact that he was male.

 

"What if the first person is a spy or something?" Frankie asked.

 

"I see your point," Bingo conceded, his voice glum. As they walked on, his face brightened. "Why don't we find another small door and see where it will lead us?"

 

"Remember the last small door we found?" Frankie reminded Bingo. "It had a 'Closed for Remodeling' sign."

 

Bingo gave a heavy sigh. "Let's just walk on and see where the path leads, then."

 

"I think it's our only real option," Frankie agreed. They continued on, in companionable silence, marveling at the differences between Wonderland and back home. The flowers seemed brighter, the path was nice and even, and there were all these glowing little rocks to guide them along the way.

 

"Uh-oh," Bingo said, stopping abruptly.

 

"Oof," Frankie said as she bumped into the monkey. She'd been thinking about all that clover she'd eaten for breakfast.

 

They'd arrived at a fork in the road, with two signs, neither of which helped them much at all.

 

"Well," Bingo said, scratching his monkey head, "this way or that way?"

While Frodo spoke to the wizard, the others passed the time with small talk. None of them really seemed in the mood to discuss what they'd just experienced, so the topics stayed general.

 

At last, the Wizard and Frodo came over to speak to them.

 

"Frodo's going to need a little R&R, so I'm sending him to a special place to recover."

 

The others absorbed this in shocked silence; they knew Frodo needed time to heal, but they hadn't realized the extent of his wounds.

 

"Greenie," the wizard continued, "you'll go back to your people in the hills when it suits you. The hobbits have extended an open invitation to you, so there's no rush."

 

"I'm anxious to get back home," Greenie answered, his words almost falling out of his mouth. "I just didn't want to seem impolite and rush off as soon as we arrived."

 

"Very well, then," the wizard said with a smile. Finally, his gaze came to rest upon Frankencow and Bingo.

 

"You two will also be wanting to get back home, I imagine," the wizard said after studying the pair for a moment.

 

"Yes, sir," Bingo said. His momma had raised him to respect his elders, and if this guy's beard was anything to go by, he must be old - no one could grow a beard that long in a year or two.

 

"Yes, please," Frankie said. Her momma had raised her to be polite no matter who she was speaking with.

 

"Well, then, let's see," the wizard began. "I believe you're going to go out on the road heading north, walk to the giant oak tree, and cross the bridge. Then you'll need to turn at the crossroads to the east. I'll have to consult the map for directions beyond that."

 

"Thank you very much, sir," Bingo replied. "We'd like to be on our way as soon as possible."

 

And so they began their journey back home after securing a promise from Greenie and Frodo to keep in touch. But after they'd followed the wizard's directions for some time, they came to a pipe in the middle of a field. It seemed to have no purpose, but Frankie and Bingo knew it was the way home because the wizard had told them so.

 

"I don't know, Bingo," Frankie said. "It sure is dark in there."

 

"Yeah, it's probably nighttime back home," Bingo said. "Just go for it - or are you a 'fraidy-cow?"

 

With that taunt, Frankie gave Bingo a dirty look and climbed into the end of the pipe.

I've been bad - really bad. Frankencow and Bingo are both a little angry with me for the way I've been ignoring them.

 

Imagine my surprise when I saw these three huddled together in a corner of my room.

 

"We've got other offers, you know," Frankie told me. I could see that: it's not every day that a Muppet of Ernie's stature comes to visit my house.

 

Guess I'd better get my act together or these two might just bail on me. Who could blame them - they've been given a taste of fame from flickr, and if I don't support their habit, they'll just have to go elsewhere to get what they need.

 

So I'll be back tomorrow with their Adventures in Wonderland. They've already been practicing their lines.

Tonight I'm doing double duty. For the one object 365 days project, here's my Halloween shot of sweet little Frankencow.

 

For Mission 24 theme, Fright.

 

Bingo and Frankencow have survived some scary situations over the past few weeks, so I thought I'd test them on the fight-or-flight theory with a good, old-fashioned jack-o-lantern.

 

They were so UNintimidated that I don't think either option even occurred to them. They were merely curious as to why it glowed.

006/365

 

Frankie told me she'd been working on her list of qualifications, which I thought sounded a bit formal. It isn't as though she's hiring someone to take her to the school dance.

 

"You never know, I might ask this new companion to take me to the prom," she sniffed when I mentioned it.

 

So what about this guy?

 

"Weeeell," she said drawing the word out. "He's different from most of the folks I'm used to hanging around. He smokes, he cusses, and he probably has fleas."

 

Oh, dear.

 

"Yeah," she said. "I'm afraid I'm hitting the bottom of the barrel. Do you know what he said to me?"

 

Um, no. What did he say, Frankie?

 

"He asked if my tail ran away because my behind was too 'airy.' I didn't even get what he meant at first, but then he started muttering about cows being big contributors to global warming because of methane."

 

I could tell Frankencow did not appreciate this old codger's sense of humor. Or maybe he was being perfectly serious.

 

Frankie's tail mysteriously went missing some while ago. I guess it's possible that it found somewhere "less airy" to hang around.

 

Okay, this was a very imperfect 365, but, by god, I’m done! In retrospect, the hard times of the last year were the days that I most needed this project, and it was on the completely normal days that I struggled to pick up the camera. I started on November 7 on a total whim when I was suffering from jet lag on my way home from Japan. Around day 24 I realized what I had gotten myself in to. I am over a month behind. What can I say? Life happens.

 

I didn’t learn how to do a proper ttv until day 110. My first full body shot was on day 137, and I only took one reflection shot on day 156. I vowed never to take a picture of my feet, and when I did, one of four that I took ended up on Explore. I travelled to New York, Madison, Boston, Dallas and Santa Fe. Four shots include a Batman mask. Most of the time, I was reading or cooking.

 

Thanks to everyone….you kept me going!

 

Sictransitgloria: fellow teacher and Flickr traveler! I think we must have been separated at birth! I love your sense of humor.

MlleMathilde: Your work inspired me from the very start! Thanks for everything!

Nerboo: I am so glad to see your pictures in my stream everyday! You inspire me!

Elh70: Your perseverance totally inspires me!

Ceece: More pictures, please! I miss you!

One daaaangerous easter egg: Are you part magician? What you do with color is amazing.

.krys.: Hi friend! Keep going, you can do it! I love seeing your pictures, and I totally relate to your experiences in the classroom.

ravinasniper: Rav! I think I met you at your day 100----seriously, your stream kept me going some days.

Blamstur: Thanks for all your lovely comments!

Amanda_Smith: I can’t wait to see you finish your own 365!

Texas_to_Mexico: Your pictures remind me of Mexico, and I am so glad to see them on cold Michigan days.

Ymn201: Diana! You rock!

Carcharzel: I love your SPs and I look for them regularly. You totally have a gift---I especially love your ttv work.

PATierney: Your pictures make me gain weight.

Jamelah: Man, your 365 was awesome, and it totally inspired me.

Hello Darlin: Seriously, girl. Pick it up! You can do it! I miss your lovely face!

RobertN: I loved your 365! I’m still waiting to see you make more use of that awesome remote!

JaciSue: Another total magician. I want to be like you when I grow up.

JustinTM: Hang in there, kiddo!

Mississippi Snopes: Doug---thanks for making me understand that it’s okay to skip some days ….or 30. It was a very big deal and it kept me from quitting a few times. Really, I love your stream, esp your pictures of your family!

Sezohanim: You get to do the next 365. You would be great! I love what you do with your camera!

MatthwJ: thanks for your pumpkin cookie recipe!

Mollyjolly: Fellow teacher! I love Bingo and Frankencow.

nuala29: Simply----I LOVE your work.

Jeannatheodd: Hey girl---I totally miss your 365! Find your camera soon!!

Tinwoody: Your ttv work inspires me!

Nesster: thanks for this great ttv---I think I've probably used it 100 times by now.

Mom: Thanks for everything! It totally motivated me that you looked at my pictures every day!

Bingo was in a dark place. He was scared for the first time in his monkey life, but he was trying hard not to show it.

 

He hadn't been able to resist a ride in that beautiful red sports car, and now he was paying for it. On the upside, everything he'd suffered since had not diminished the joy he'd felt barreling down the road at an outrageous speed.

 

But Bingo was worried about Frankencow. He'd left her on her own - what if these people punished her for his misdeed?

 

It had only been moments before he'd been captured, and the sheriff had personally brought him in. They'd given him something to drink, and the next thing he knew, he had woken up here. He was pretty sure he was the Queen's personal guest in a dungeon suite.

 

But what was he going to do?

 

Frankie's little cow face haunted him.

When Frankie saw this, I could see her puzzlement. She told me later that she wasn't sure if she should be offended or relieved. When I explained the true meaning of the sign, she threw back her little cow head and laughed.

 

I'll take that as a sign from her - she decided to be relieved!

Okay, today is a storybook theme for FGR, but I just couldn't resist one more shot with my poor broken frankencow. So I chose Jack and the Beanstalk for my inspiration. This is, I hope, a final farewell to the destroyed version of little Frankie.

 

Roles

Eve L. - tricksty old woman

Davey - Jack

Frankencow - poor maligned cow traded for "magic beans"

 

My husband actually asked me why I was using this pitiful version of Frankencow. Duh, because if Jack had the new and improved version, he wouldn't want to trade her!

"That was fun," Frankencow said to Bingo.

 

"Yeah," Bingo answered, "way more fun than staying home on a rainy day."

 

As the pair talked, they wandered into a long hallway with many doors.

 

"Did you see anything like this in the story?" Frankie asked Bingo.

 

"Yep," Bingo said. "The beauty of it is, since we're already small, we don't have to go through all that rigmarole of drinking the special shrinking juice."

 

"Right," Frankie said. "But how do we get out of here?"

 

"We just go through the special little door behind the curtain," Bingo answered. He was beginning to think Frankencow hadn't listened to him about the special sauce.

 

"Yes, I know that," Frankencow said, a trifle impatient. "What I mean is, do you have the key?"

 

"Oh," Bingo said. "I don't see it here on the table - perhaps that Alice chick still has it. But it doesn't matter."

 

Frankie gave Bingo a puzzled look. "Why doesn't it matter?"

 

"Because I brought a pick!" Bingo said, a proud note in his voice. "All we have to do is pick the lock and we can go straight to the garden."

 

"Awesome, possum!" Frankie said. This adventure thing was feeling like more fun by the minute.

Frankencow is still carrying on, although it is harder on her today. No margaritas for me last night, so no repairs to Frankie. Hopefully, we can remedy her plight soon.

 

Here, Frankencow is contemplating her journey across the river. She's got no regrets - she lived a good life and she knows she'll come back like the phoenix. But in the meantime, she's sort of stuck in a frankencow limbo, which means she must leave the land of the living for a while.

Today's lesson: leaving an object (especially one as yummy as this one) unattended can result in unintended consequences.

 

Here, Frankencow suffers her worst setback yet. We're still up for Bongo's challenge - it might just take a day or two to get there. I feel a mighty strong urge to make a nice cold pitcher of frozen strawberry margaritas to steady my hands as I get down to details yet again. Perhaps I'll even go ahead and replace the peg-legs this go around.

 

FYI: the pooch pictured here is NOT the culprit. She just happened to be the dog who wasn't hiding from me at the time of the photograph. Paulie can always sense when she's in danger.

"If I could just get bigger, then Paulie wouldn't be such a threat," Frankencow told me the other day.

 

Next thing I know, she's gone to the Count for a secret growth hormone (he used to call this a potion, but with science what it is today . . .) to help her increase her size.

 

The only problem: the results are very temporary. After only a few hours, she was back to regular Frankencow size. There was even a medical warning label attached - "Warning: if you maintain maximum size for more than four hours straight, seek consult your doctor immediately."

 

Seems like everything comes with a CYA label these days.

After finally discovering a "vacation" spot that they could both agree upon, Frankencow and Bingo prepared for their journey. They each got a good night's sleep, ate a hearty breakfast, and discussed what essentials to take with them.

 

They decided they would pack nothing and hope for the best.

 

At last, they made their way to the top of the piano where the looking glass was and made a staircase of books.

 

"You ready?" Frankencow asked, a little nervous.

 

"You bet," Bingo answered, and before Frankie could say another word, Bingo was backing into the mirror.

 

"I don't think you're supposed to do it like that," Frankencow sputtered, but already something was happening to Bingo's reflection - and to Bingo.

 

"Wheeeee!" Bingo said as he began to fall backwards through the mirror.

 

"Wait for me!" Frankie cried. The last thing she wanted was to travel alone to a strange new place.

Frankie's been feeling a little paranoid lately.

 

"it's nothing obvious," she told me. "i just feel like somebody's watching me . . ."

Bingo and Frankencow were excited. They had peeked at the photos in the book about Wonderland, and they knew there was an extraordinary garden on the other side of the little door.

 

And they didn't even have to drink the special juice to get small enough to go through.

 

"Let's do this," Frankencow said. Usually she was the more reserved of the two, but lately she'd been trying to adopt Bingo's attitude.

 

"I've got my lock-pick right here," Bingo told her. Carefully, he inserted the pick and began twisting it back and forth until they both heard a click.

 

"Alright!" Frankie said.

 

"Yes!" Bingo said.

 

Then they opened the door. Only instead of a beautiful garden, they found a construction sign.

 

"You've got to be kidding me," Frankie said, her disappointment obvious.

 

"Who remodels a garden, anyway?" Bingo asked in a grouchy voice.

 

"I guess we'll just have to figure something else out," Frankie said, a small frown on her cow face.

 

"I'm not going to cry a big lake, and neither are you," Bingo said, "so that option is out!"

Frankencow boarded her boat and began her ride across the river.

 

"it's really quite peaceful," she told me. "And the sound of the water is very reassuring."

 

And then she began singing softly to herself.

 

I felt a funeral in my brain

And mourners to and fro

Kept treading, treading, treading

Til it seemed that sense was breaking through.

 

And when they all were seated

A service like a drum

Kept beating, beating, beating

Til I thought my mind was going numb.

 

Then I heard them lift a box

And creak across my soul

With those same boots of lead again

Then space began to toll.

 

Thanks, Ms. Dickinson, for the macabre poem.

 

Thanks to mattp9 for reminding me about the coin. I don't think Frankie would have appreciated being turned back because I forgot to give her the fare.

Frankie sure was glad Bingo went with her to the doctor today.

 

Because she was scared?

 

"Nah, I wasn't afraid," Frankencow told me. "Just bored."

 

And that was something I could definitely understand. But why was she at the doctor?

 

"I'm afraid I might have measles."

 

Oops! I guess I should have told her that's just the cayenne pepper to deter Paulie. I'm sure the doctor figured it out.

And he was racing off in the red car, just like that.

 

Frankencow had known Bingo was obsessed, but she hadn't realized to what extent. The fact that Bingo had stolen it in broad daylight in front of numerous witnesses (including spies, no less!) and left Frankie on her own at the mercy of strangers attested to the strength of his longing.

 

"Your friend's gonna be in big trouble," the fat little dog commented. "There's probably no hope for him now."

 

"What do you mean?" Frankie had a feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach.

 

"I'm sure he'll be caught in a matter of minutes, between the spies and Master Berkeley," he said, indicating the mouse. "The spies have ben watching us for weeks because of the bad blood between him and the Queen, but he's done nothing for them to report. Your friend, however," the dog continued, "has just given them an opportunity to redeem themselves."

 

"Oh," was all Frankie could manage. She didn't see any way Bingo could get out of this escapade. "Maybe I should chase after Bingo?"

 

"The dog snorted. "A word of friendly advice: don't waste your time. You can't catch him - he's driving a race car! And besides, that might land you in the cell right next to his."

 

"I see," Frankie said, feeling faint. "Perhaps I can just wait in the woods until I get a better opportunity to help him."

 

"Not a bad idea," the dog said, grinning. "But I've got a better one."

After yesterday's lesson of three's a crowd, Frankie decided to spend some one-on-one time with Davey today.

 

Here, Davey takes a self-portrait of the two of them hanging out.

 

Again, in the light box, but this time with the black poster board. I'm not satisfied with it, but I think that may be due, in part, to the thickness/inflexibility of this posterboard, as well as the flat quality to it. I remember the good old days when posterboard still had a shiny side.

Ground beef.

 

What do you call a dog with no legs?

 

It doesn't matter because it won't come anyway.

 

This is the only reason that Paulie still has all her legs - I've thought about retribution, like, say, removing one of her legs, but the amount of work that would entail for me just makes it so not worth it.

 

So guess what? Frankencow is going to be reborn. I'm secretly beginning to believe she's a cat with only nine lives. This will be the fifth generation, so wish me luck. She may be going back to standard black and white - I've got to see what we can conjure.

I tried to get as close as I could to hear what Frankie was asking the brain, but the two of them must have known I was there. If I didn't know any better, I would think they were speaking in another language - one like I've never heard before.

 

At one point, Frankencow looked over her shoulder at me, and I could almost see the pity in her eyes.

 

"Be patient," she told me. "All will be revealed soon."

 

I'm not exactly the most patient person in world, so I'm going to have to start scheming.

 

If anyone's got some extendable ears, would you consider loaning them to me?

Eve L. may be a bit shallow, but Frankencow felt kinda sorry for her. Granted, she lived in an upscale shoe, but it was still a shoe nonetheless. So he thought he'd check out some other places he thought maybe the old woman in the shoe could afford.

 

This neighborhood, which was extremely affordable, also seemed a bit sinister. Again, Frankie's feeling of being constantly watched returned to her as she prepared to enter one of the buildings.

Frankencow looks on---

Solemn, at life's destruction.

Sadness fills her heart.

For July's ABC Soup.

 

"Where are we?" Frankencow enquired, as she emerged from her reverie.

 

"I told you," Alice said, "daydreams evolve into reality here in Wonderland."

 

Frankie eyed the girl, but was distracted eventually by what she saw on the wall.

 

"You see, Frankie," Alice blathered on, gesturing to the encompassing room, "we have what we need to rescue Bingo. Exactly enough."

 

"Have we been enchanted?" the little cow was worried now. Ever since she and Bingo had fallen down that endless tunnel, her world had been a little eerie. But what she saw on the wall elevated her anxiety. Wasn't that Bingo's rocketship?

 

Alice's eyes evaded hers. "I . . . I don't know," the young girl expelled with a loud sigh.

 

"Exactly enough, huh?" Frankie erupted. Eventually she would extol Alice's elegant airs, but right now any excitement evaded her.

 

"Eight," was Alice's only reply, and it left Frankie eager to evacuate the strange place she'd entered.

"Frodo and Greenie sure have been gone a long time," Frankencow said to Bingo.

 

"Yeah, and these rocky hills are giving me the creeps," Bingo replied. "Do you think everything's going according to plan?"

 

"I don't know, but I'm starting to get really spooked - I feel like we're being watched," Frankie said, glancing over her shoulder.

 

"I could swear I saw that rock move," Bingo said with a little shiver. "I say we get out of here."

 

"We could," Frankie answered, "but if we get out of the shadows, the evil eye might see us."

 

"What should we do, then, Frankie?" Bingo asked.

 

Before Frankencow could reply, they both heard a creaking noise and felt the earth shake.

Okay, so maybe my minor surgery book isn't really gonna cover what I need to know this time. But it's my favorite reference when it comes to the little frankencow. Just couldn't seem to find anything about replacing eyes that had been eaten by a dog . . .

"Enough of focusing on self-defense and the physical body," Frankie told me. "It's time for me to work on my mental muscle."

 

So today she went out and got herself a poetic license. I'm almost afraid of what this means in terms of Flickr pictures, but I want her to be happy so I'll let her go this way.

 

I just hope she doesn't resort to lyrics from songs by the Red Hot Chili Peppers or Nine Inch Nails. I'm pretty sure that would mean an investment in some therapy sessions - either for her or me, I'm just not sure.

 

I forgot to mention: this is actually inspired by another 365-er. Something about a phone, telephone (licensed to call) made me think of this.

The next night, Frankencow had another strange dream: this time, a chihuahua was trapped in a woman's purse. The dog had sad, pleading eyes, but Frankencow couldn't figure out how to open the bag and let the dog out.

 

"Don't even try," the chihuahua said in a sad voice. "This is my destiny. I must warn you not to wear the necklace."

 

"The necklace? What necklace?" Frankie asked, bewildered. "The only necklace I have is my horseshoe for good luck."

 

"Good!" the chihuahua answered. "Do not exchange it for any other necklace, no matter how attractive the offer."

 

Frankencow was confused by the chihuahua's message: who would offer her a necklace in exchange for a horseshoe? It seemed like a strange command, but she promised she wouldn't swap with anyone.

Frankie was glad to be home, but she was restless, still keyed up after all her adventures.

 

So she had a friend over.

 

"I just can't seem to settle to anything," Frankencow told Rocking Horse. "It's as though I'm stuck in high gear, and I don't know how to get back to my old, low-gear self."

 

"Tell me about it," the horse replied. "After that kid came to visit last time, it took me weeks to get to where I could rock slowly back and forth."

 

"Um, yes, I can see how you might see that as similar to my situation," Frankie began. "But -"

 

"But what?" Rocking Horse interrupted. "You think your situation was more important?" he finished impatiently.

 

"No, of course not," Frankie rushed to answer. "It's just that they're very different situations."

 

"Hmph," the horse answered and began to rock back and forth at superfast speed.

 

Frankie sighed. Would things ever get back to normal?

After the letter's disappointing puzzle, Frankencow and Bingo decided to let the matter simmer on the back burner until they possessed more information.

 

They wandered over to the bookshelves to find a story to read, and began perusing the titles.

 

Suddenly, Bingo had a revelation. He knew what LOTR meant!

 

Without a word, Bingo patted Frankie on the back and pointed. Frankencow saw why he was speechless instantly.

 

"You've done it!" Frankie said. "You've figured out what the clue meant!"

 

Together the pair jumped up and down like a couple of excited puppies.

 

"But now what do we do with the clue?" Bingo asked.

 

"We read," Frankie said, "and then we figure out what we need to do."

"Edible weeds are NOT weeds," Frankie told me. "They're a delicacy that only the finest palettes can enjoy."

 

She happens to be one of those that can appreciate the yummy goodness of certain plants we call weeds when they show up in my front yard.

Apparently, Frankencow has been practicing a number of self-defence techniques.

 

"I gotta be prepared the next time," Frankie tells me. "I gotta assume another attack will occur."

 

This time, she's been practicing some new age visualization strategy that lets her create the illusion of being in more than one place at a time. Frankie told me that if she sees a threat coming her way, she'll just project her image somewhere else and create a red herring. The lamp apparently helps her focus all her energy to one thought, strengthening her other "selves."

 

Pretty clever for a cow with clay for brains. Maybe someday she'll be able to teach me this trick.

by Crosby, Stills and Nash

 

If I had ever been here before I would pro'bly know just what to do

Hey, don't you?

If I had ever been here before on another time around the wheel I would pro'bly know just how to deal

With all of you

 

And I feel like I've been here before

Feel like I've been here before

And you know it does make me wonder

What's going on under the ground

 

Do you know?

Don't you wonder?

What's going on

Down under you

 

We have all been here before

We have all been here before

We have all been here before

We have all been here before

 

As we flicked through the channels, Frankencow said, "Stop - go back."

 

So I flicked back, and I saw what had interested her. Some man on the food network was showing how to cut up a cow for the perfect steak.

 

I think Frankencow sensed she had been at this place before . . .

Today was a special day for Frankie - she's 100 days old! Well, not really, but this is the 100th day of her being in the one object 365 days project.

 

To celebrate, I took Frankencow somewhere fun: the Artisan Center in Berea, Kentucky. It's not that far from our house, and it's a great place to see what the artisans are up to (Berea is known for its artisan community).

 

Frankie saw this horse and jockey before we even got inside and begged for a ride.

 

"But the jockey is a dog," I told her. "You don't have good luck with dogs."

 

"I'll be careful, and Bingo will keep me safe," she assured me.

 

So I let them stow away on the back, just to be sure that the dog wouldn't have a little beefy snack.

 

They had a blast.

To test the theory of the invisibility of the cave, Greenie decided to go up top and see if he could tell that Frodo, Bingo and Frankie were inside.

 

Meanwhile, Frodo and Frankie discussed their options. Bingo was really bored by this part - you didn't plan an adventure, you just let it come to you.

 

"Well, you don't have much time left," Frankie said to Frodo, "and you really need to get rid of that ring. It's like a homing beacon for all sorts of crazies, and they're the mildest threat we're facing right now."

 

"I know," Frodo said. His face had a pinched look, and Frankie was pretty sure he wasn't eating or sleeping much. The personal toll of this mission was really beginning to add up for the poor guy.

 

"Maybe we should swap - you take my horseshoe and I take your ring," Frankie suggested.

 

That got Bingo's attention. "NO!" the monkey said, with much force. "You've been warned about that, long before we got here."

 

"You're right," Frankencow said. "I'd forgotten."

 

"I think I'm just going to go for it," Frodo said. "I'm not sending you two as a diversion, and I'm not hiding anymore. I'm ready to take on anyone who gets in my way."

 

Just then, Greenie shouted down to the other three. "I can see you, but it's sort of like looking through a veil, or maybe like looking at a hologram. I don't understand it, but there's definitely some sort of hiding spell going on here."

 

"Maybe it's not a spell," said Bingo. "Maybe these rocks are special, and you should take a piece of one with you to make you invisible to your enemies."

 

The other three were astonished. This had never occurred to them, but it made a lot of sense.

 

"Thanks, Bingo," Frodo said. "That's the best plan I've heard all day."

Not quite sure what event they won, but Frankie and Bingo are proud to be gold and silver medalists. Perhaps it was surviving George while he was visiting. I hear he's a real handful - I think he got into some ether or something at one of the local doctors' offices.

Something strange but wonderful happened today. You may not realise it, but I've really been sweating the details of Frankencow's surgery. The pictures in the book weren't all that helpful, and all I could think about was if I messed up. I mean, she IS a frankencow, but I didn't want to make her deformed or anything.

 

Then I found this strange little contraption in a box in my garage. Who knows where it came from? I know I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth - as soon as I started prodding Frankie to try it out, something wonderful started to happen.

 

And I almost forgot to mention: this was actually inspired by Talkingsun's little boxes shot for the poetry challenge. In that shot, she had a link to the song "Little Boxes" on youtube that made quite an impression on me.

004/365

 

Seems like everyone wanted to get in on Frankie's gig, even this odd fellow.

 

"You see, they just keep type casting me as some sort of . . . of monster, and I simply cannot get away from it," I heard the count telling Frankencow.

 

To her credit, Frankie was polite and listened, but the old guy kept rambling on and on about how he was misunderstood.

 

"Reputation is pretty important," Frankie told me. "But that works both ways - I don't want to hold his against him, but I can't dismiss it either. He might be a bit off putting to my fan base."

 

That little cow might be onto something.

After Frankie's poor luck in past generations of her body, she's decided to take up some healthy habits. Will they protect her from doggie teeth?

 

Probably not, she thinks, but Frankencow does try to learn from experience - not only hers, but that of others.

 

"Look at Mr. Pretzel," she pointed out. "He does yoga and see how well he still looks for his age."

 

I've got to agree: Frankie's healthy habits certainly can't hurt anything. Now, if I can just keep her away from that Paulie, I think everything will be okay.

Frankencow, knowing she's being charged with an important mission that she will begin in only a few more days, has been having strange dreams. While these dreams are enchanting, they also seem to have an air of danger to them.

 

Maybe Frankie's been watching too many old movies (like the Wizard of Oz) or eating too many snacks before bedtime, but she's not taking any chances. She's recording her dreams and is attempting to decode any secret messages that lie therein.

After a lonely night of worrying about Bingo, Frankencow awoke early to discover that the party she'd been tracking was already gone. Frankie felt lower than she ever had, and she saw no way for things to get any better.

 

As she was thinking these glum thoughts, she heard a rustling of leaves. Frankie stiffened, knowing she was very vulnerable - she had no weapons, and all her defense skills were useless unless it was a Paulie dog.

 

"Hey little cow!" That voice sounded familiar, but Frankencow couldn't believe her ears.

 

Slowly she turned her head toward the sky. To her astonishment, there was Bingo, hanging by his tail. The bag of treasure was right beside him.

 

"Bingo, you come down here right this minute!" Frankie shouted in her loudest whisper voice. She still didn't know if there were other enemies around, and she was playing it safe.

 

"Nope, not until you calm down and let me explain," Bingo replied with a grin on his face. The monkey did not seem to understand his smile was adding fuel to Frankie's anger.

 

"There is no explanation for you abandoning me and stealing the treasure," Frankie grumbled. "You can hang around there all day, for all I care. I'm going home."

 

That wiped the smile off Bingo's face and he soon began to descend.

 

"It's not what you think, Frankie," Bingo said. "Let me tell you why I hid."

Okay, so she explained everything to her crew, and then it was time to execute her plan of action on how they would act out the Brementown Musicians.

 

Frankencow knew it would be tricky for her to get to the top of the pyramid, but she didn't realize just how precarious her situation would be.

 

So she called in a couple of technical experts, as you can see from this shot. These two fine fowl were more than happy to take charge and bark orders.

Cows That Type by Doreen Cronin

 

Today, Frankencow is opting for a bit of prose. Last night, I read her a new picture book, with the same title as this photo. I don't think she knew how good she had it until she heard about cows and other animals that actually have to live in the barn.

 

"And that mean old Farmer Brown!" she said with vehemence. "He was so cruel, expecting so much from those poor animals, and him not wanting to give anything back."

 

So today, we dragged out the typewriter so she could type some letters of her own. I think she was at a loss as to who she should send request letters, so I supplied her with the names of a couple of our state representatives.

 

Not that I think it'll do any good, but at least she'll see that it's not just animals that get ignored.

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