Mona Lisa of the Goose kind...

 Dear Diary, Today was my first day of modeling for the Mistress. She is immortalizing me in  her new book!  I shall have 2 whole pages! Well, I cannot take full credit for the honor, because it was Fiona Goosefeathers the 1st ( my predecessor) who was the true inspiration. But she has long since passed  from this  earthly world and is now dwelling in the land of heavenly feathers.

 Everyone says that I look exactly like her... Except, for the fact that she was missing an eye on one side her head!  Well, not exactly missing... just sort of "sewn shut" They say that being a one-eyed goose gal is what gave her such a  feisty disposition.

This is the Bonnet I was told to wear... bought especially for dear Fionna the 1st.

 I am sure you recognize it hanging from her long elegant neck.( Note the funny little shoe button eye.) I am glad I have both of my blue eyes intact.

  Dear Diary, The Mistress dressed me in lovely garments and took special jewels from the vault to festoon MY long elegant neck. She put me in an awkward position and told me be as still as Mona Lisa. I do not know who Mona Lisa is, but I can assure you, I stood very very still. I like to please my Mistress.

The Mistress began to draw...

  And draw,

and draw. For a very long time! Even my feet had to stay perfectly still! I felt very self conscious and   began to wish that I had gotten a pedicure.

 I tried to think of something to keep my mind occupied and so I dwelt upon my dear Hamish.... Oh how I adore him! He is a Gander of Magnificence!

Dear Diary, Today, Hamish caught a glimpse of me in my lovely little modeling frock and seemed quite smitten! He asked me to accompany him to the  "Moonlight at Midnight Serenade' at Croaky Toad Creek on Friday. OH, BE STILL MY HEART! I do hope the Mistress will allow me the loan of this dress!

At long last I can come out of this position. Who knew modeling could be so painful?!!

Dear Diary,  My profile is coming along nicely...

 

I look every inch the Lady

 And I am sitting as still as Mona Lisa.

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 Dear Diary, After 4 days of standing on my poor little orange webby feet, we are 

Finished at Last!

The Mistress says she is quite pleased with the drawings and will have me sit again when she is ready to paint. She has loaned me the little dress AND the bonnet for my upcoming date with the divine Mr H.

Now I can concentrate on winning the heart of Hamish  and getting a pedicure!  After all, I am an artists model now.

 Dear Diary, Wish me luck!

So who is in charge around here??!!!

While the Mistress of the Manor is busy with her pencils, scratch, scratch, scratching away, secluded up in her little studio. who, pray tell will take over as editor and chief of our Gazette???

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 Can such a responsibility be  given to the Duck and Goose folk?

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 Good heavens, NO! All they care about is splashing in the water and painting their toenails.

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 What about the residents of the barn?

Oh puh-lease! Do these look like people you can trust with really important news?!

All they think about is FOOD!

  Besides, they have a lot of laundry to do.

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  Perhaps some Woodland folk could lend a hand... er paw.

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  Well, so much for THAT idea!

 And what about these folks, can we expect high quality reporting here?

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  I THINK NOT!

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 Since sleeping,

  is what they do best, I daresay.

  Therefore, as always, the job falls to me, the ever dependable, inquisitive, loyal and willing.... Mavis Mudd,

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Reporter extraordinaire, collector of juicy gossip AND the most intelligent, industrious,  and humble of all the residents of the Hollow. 

 And THIS is what I have to report today. Do you remember Just Jane Black?

 Why, it seems like only yesterday she was writing forlorn letters to Dear Dolores, asking for advice on how to attract a suitor, being that  poor Jane is such a plain and ordinary little chicken with so few prospects. (Quite unlike myself. Suffice it to say that I, have never been at a loss for male companionship and am constantly being wooed)

 Well. Jane disappeared a while back and talk was that she had given up any hope of love and  had traveled to distant lands, becoming a foreign correspondent.

 When lo and behold! Who does Mistress discover hiding in a gully, in the snow, with 5 little chickpeas???

  JUST JANE BLACK!

And do you think Jane will tell any of us the who, what and wherefore of all this? Not a bit! She just spends her days spoiling those little chicklets and strutting about with a coy attitude and  a glint in her red eyes. 

 But, trust me, dear reader, I shall find out the skinny on the story, to be sure!

 And, I hear tell, that Fionna Goosefeathers   has ordered a new bonnet from the Sears and Roebuck catalog, this one to be exact

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 Has she no respect, doesn't she KNOW this hat has feathers on it!!! And where does she think THOSE came from?

 My word! She has a perfectly good bonnet now.

 Heavens to Betsy, I'VE been wearing the same hat for 3 years.

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  And that is not all, indeed, she has ordered a corset as well!

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 I stopped wearing these long ago, they are so confining, and I am a 20th century chicken lady, by golly.

  Of course,  we all know why she has gone to these efforts. She has set her cap on Hamish, goose dude deluxe.

For she has changed from ugly gosling

 to beautiful goose lady since coming to live with us.

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 She stated, when first  she set eyes upon Hamish, that, "When I grow up, I am going to marry him!"

  But now, she has become quite full of herself, knowing that the Mistress will soon be drawing her portrait, AND she gets a special page in the Mistress's new book. Her vanity is going to be simply unbearable. Nevertheless,  she has her work cut out for her with Hamish. 

 For this gorgeous goose man  has set HIS cap on someone ELSE. And you will never guess who!!! A human!!! In Minnesota!!! What on earth is he thinking!.

  We will do our best matchmaking for dear Fionna,( despite all her vanity), for she will make a much more suitable companion for Hamish. After all, how many humans are willing to dive ten feet deep into a muddy pond, eat tadpoles and party in the cattails all through the night?

 Well, I will keep you informed of all the latest!

  Signing off for now.... Yours Truly, Mavis Mudd of  "Scratchin in the Dirt"