It was a Thursday, ob course. Baxter wore his crown as tradition demanded. But no amount ob jewels could shield him from the reality ob what lay before him: an endless pile ob office work for Internashunal Bizness. He had tried to delegate. He meant to fill out Form C-3B/Alpha before second breakfast. But now […]
Location: Home (still)Date: Portal Day Dear Journal, It’s happening. The portal is ready. Professor Whooot just rang the bell—twice—and the air in the dryer room is buzzing. I don’t mean like a little static. I mean it’s humming. The gears are turning on their own, the pendulums are swinging backward, and there’s a soft […]
Reuben’s Trabel Journal – Entry #1 Location: Home (for now) Date: The day before the portal opens Dear Journal, Teddy and I are packed, excited and perched by the door, just waiting on Professor Whooot to gib the all-clear. Dougie says France smells like croissants and labender, and honestly? I’m already hungry. Mom helped me […]
Reuben flipped open his little suitcase, stuffing in two scarves, a fresh bowtie, emergency croissants, and his trabel cheese journal (on loan from Fish). He tried not to get too nerbous as he told his mom he was going to France wiff Dougie – hoping to make his scooter dream come true. His whiskers twitched […]
Barry had told himself—promised himself, in fact—that he’d just get one sundae. A modest treat. A polite cool-down. Something sensible. But then the waffle bowl showed up. There it was: rich chocolate ice cream cradled in a golden, crispy shell, topped with a dramatic flourish of whipped cream and just a suggestion of caramel drizzle. […]
Barry had been melting all afternoon—melting, he insisted, dramatically flopping onto the nearest patch ob tile floor like a Bictorian fainting goat. The summer heat had turned the house into a slow cooker, and no amount of fan-hovering or freezer-door-peeking could soothe his frizzled nerbes. So when the idea struck—Fentons!—he was up in a flash, […]
I did some arting! I was kind of amazed at the stylized print that came out of the effort!! It’s called block printing where you carve an image and then ink and stamp it onto a thick paper. If you love it and want some rat art, or just want to support us and help […]
Reuben stirred in his sleep, his little paws twitching ever so slightly as a soft smile tugged at the corners of his face. In his dream, he was no longer curled up in the corner of a cafe in New York—he was gliding through the charming alleys in a small Italian village, the wind tugging […]
Dis weekend, on the first ob summer ebening, the boys packed up their tiny satchels wiff snacks, maps, and extra socks (eben though none ob them wore socks) and headed off on a grand camping adbenture. They set up their campsite deep in the forest with cozy tents shaped like s’mores and soft glamping teepees […]