Happy Year of the Pig, and a Bloomin’ Character Interview

Saturday, February 2, 2019

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Happy Chinese New Year, everyone!  Yes, I realize I’m a little early.  However, Atonement, TN’s porcine residents, Deme and Honeybell heard it is going to be the Year of the Pig.  Those two glowing gals wouldn’t leave me alone until they got their own special post. 

Straightlaced Saturday will return next week with another Victorian novel.

Actually, I had been trying to write a Valentines story… and getting nowhere.  I gave up, but the glowing pigs started their grunt-snuffle-snort in my brain.  I was just as stuck when I tried to give them a new story for Chinese New Year.  I think my writer-brain accidentally got packed in one of my moving boxes…

Deme and Honeybell still wouldn’t leave me alone though.  When I asked how they might celebrate it being the Year of the Pig, one of them said something about “fortune cookies” and the other said “character interview.”

Chinese New Year ― the Year of the Pig

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Image by Teagan R. Geneviene

Snuffle-grunt-grunt-snuffle.  Snuffle-grunt-grunt-snuffle.  Snuffle-grunt-grunt-snuffle.

What was I saying?  It’s getting noisy in here.  And what’s with all that strange light?

Teagan-writer-Teagan!  Teagan-writer-Teagan!

TRG:  Oh, of course.  Hi, Deme.  Or is it Honeybell.  I’m sorry that it’s hard for me to tell you apart.  Where’s that giggle coming from?  Under the table?

Deme pouncing out from under the table:  No, that’s Honeybell.  Really, you of all people should be able to tell us apart.  I’m just a little bit taller than Honeybell.

TRG:  So, ya’ll are pretty excited about Chinese New Year this time, huh?  I love all of your prancing around.  I wish I had as much energy as either of you.

Honeybell:  I’ve been reading about the Chinese Zodiac.  This isn’t just any year of the pig, it’s the Year of the Earth Pig.

TRG:  Oh?  It’s not an earth pig because pigs like mud?

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Deme:  That’s an insulting stereotype.  (snorts)

Honeybell:  Deme, you know you won the mud wrestling contest at the last four gatherings.

DemeGrunt-snuffle-snort!  Okay, I admit it.  Mud is my guilty pleasure.  But that has nothing to do with the Chinese Zodiac.

Honeybell:  The Pig is the twelfth of the 12-year cycle of animals which appear in the Chinese zodiac related to the Chinese calendar.  But they also use a cycle of the elements, so there are five different zodiac year pigs ― wood, fire, earth, metal, and water.  This year is earth.

TRG.  I was born in a Year of the Pig.

Deme and Honeybell together:  (Both squeal their enthusiasm)  Snuffle-grunt-grunt-snuffle!

Honeybell:  Do tell!  No wonder you thought of us and brought us to Atonement, Tennessee.

Deme:  This is so cool!  Which Pig are you?

TRG:  (Keyboard clicking.  Google search window opens.)

Honeybell:  (Looks over Teagan’s shoulder at computer.)  Our search engine is called Gruntle.

TRG:  You have your own search engine… wherever it is you go when you go home?

Deme:  (Snorts)  Duh.  Of course.  We even have Netstyes.  Have you seen The Walking Bacon?  That Daryl makes me sizzle!

Honeybell:  (aghast)  Deme!

Deme:  So, what kind of Pig were you?

TRG:  Wikipedia says I was… an Earth Pig.

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Deme and Honeybell togetherGrunt-snuffle-snort!  Oooh!  

Deme:  Wow!  There hasn’t been an Earth Pig in… well, in a long time.  You must be ancient.

Honeybell:  (Takes on wise manner and sage voice)  Maybe that means you’ve finished a long cycle in life.  Now you can start a better one.

TRG:  I hope you’re right, Honeybell.

Deme:  Oh, she is.  When Honeybell goes full-on prophesy-pig like that, she’s never wrong.

Honeybell:  Deme, you’re starting to glow.  That means it’s getting dark out.  We’d better go home.

Deme:  Race ya!  Last on there’s a rotten boar!  Grunt-snuffle-snort! 

Honeybell squeals, cloven hooves scrambling to catch up with Deme.

TRG:  Happy Year of the Pig, you two!

You can find a brief collection of Deme and Honeybell’s adventures in The Glowing Pigs, Snort Stories of Atonement, Tennessee

Happy Chinese New Year!

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This is a work of fiction.  Characters, names, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

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Jazz Age Wednesdays 25 ― Pip’s a Chicken

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

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A very young Lucille Ball

Hi there, Sheiks and Shebas.  I’m happy to see you back at Jazz Age Wednesdays.  Here we are in the month of March.  For many of us, March came in like the proverbial lion.  I hope it takes on a much more lamb-like countenance for the remaining three weeks.

Good riddance year of the Fire Rooster!
Welcome year of the Earth Dog!

Speaking of critters… I haven’t done a post for Chinese New Year, although I did last year.  I’m going to re-share the story I wrote for last year.  I hope you don’t mind.  If you are curious about the original post, click here*.   Anyhow, I used my “three things” exercise to write the story.  Those things were Fire, Rooster, and Calendar.  Without further ado, here’s Pip.

Pip’s a Chicken

“Bock, bock-bock.  Bock!  Baaawk!”

Of all the nerve!  My mouth dropped open.  I was speechless.  Granny Phanny bocked at me like a chicken.  She bocked.  She put her fists under her armpits and flapped her boney elbows — and she bocked at me!

Then, to make matters worse, she laughed.

Why that banty old woman.  Of all the self-important, cockalorem!

“Oh Pip, if you could see the look on your face,” she said, still chuckling.  “It’s not like you to chicken out.  Now tie on your apron and we’ll look at this recipe together.”

Granny hung an apron around my neck, and then put her hands on my shoulders to forcibly turn me around.  She tied a bow in back that I knew without looking was perfectly symmetrical.

“But Granny, I nearly set the kitchen on fire last time,” I complained, sincerely afraid of what damage I might cause.life-woman-chickens-1908

“Hush that nonsense right now, Sweetpea.  We’ll not be having any fires.  Just because your fried chicken turned out as tough as an old rooster doesn’t mean you can quit.”

“An old rooster?” I exclaimed, mortified.

I looked at the recipe card.  “Chicken Fricassee…” I read aloud.  “Dredge chicken pieces in the flour mixture; coat well.  Oh Granny, this sounds pos-i-lutely like a repeat of the fried chicken disaster.  Granny?”

Phanny Irene Peabody was gone.  Her purse was missing from the corner table.  I called out again and she hollered from the living room.

My eyes fell on the calendar that hung on the wall.  Wong’s Chinese Restaurant made one annually for Chinese New Year.  Granny was going to an early dinner with friends.  No wonder she wasn’t worried about me ruining dinner again. 

“Granny!” I yelled, really miffed.

“I’ll be back this evening, Pip.  Just keep the stove set to low while you fry that chicken, and follow the instructions for the fricassee,” she called from the living room to the sound of the front door creaking open.

I blew a raspberry as the front door closed with a thud.  My hand plopped down on the plump poultry with a smacking sound.

“Old rooster, huh?  I’ll show her,” I muttered and went back to the recipe card.

The End

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Yesterday I posted a request for your votes and feedback.  I want your input as I decide on what kind of blog serial to do next.  It will be a “three things” style serial, with you sending three random things to drive the story.  So I want you, the reader to be evolved every step of the way.  If you missed that post you can vote and leave your thoughts here*.  Please do.

Thanks for visiting.  You’re the bee’s knees!

 

PS:  Of course, I have to show you the links to the books about Pip and her friends.

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Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients I

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The Three Things Serial Story: A Little 1920s Story Kindle 

 

 

This is a work of fiction.  Characters, names, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2017 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

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No part of this work may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.  Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

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