It was definitely the wrong turn to take.
I was lost, it was so dark, wet, and creepy.
Believe me there are better places for loitering.
This shifty little bugger snitched my pen.
It’s a pen, so what, get another one damnit – you say?
That objection seems reasonable, at first!
You must know:
I hang on to it for sentimental reasons.
I wouldn’t make a fuzz about it – but it was my favorite – I snitched it from my math teacher once.
So, you see it’s imperative I get it back.
My precious, my treasure … *cough* … sorry fishbone stuck in my throat.
Don’t let the fluffy furiness ensnare you – there is a criminal mind at work.
Have you seen this muskrat?
Current residence of the fugitive unknown.
Any relevant information will be appreciated.
But not rewarded!
Does anyone know if you turn into something weird, after being bitten by a muskrat?
I was never into that superhero thing.
Looser Or Not 
A muskrat stole my Mont Blanc! The pen was gift.
Muskrat Love? Ha. Muskrat Evilness I say
How right you are, dear. It needs a massive amount of evilness to steal a person’s pen – isn’t there anything sacred to those thieves?
I lovvvve your blogs. 🙂 Nice images, too. 🙂
I’m overwhelmed by so much honesty – thanks, dear! 😉
Guess you wont be playing Captain and Tennille’s Muskrat Love song any time soon 😉
Nope, the enemy mustn’t be praised!
Unfortunately for me, “cute” makes me forgive far too easily!
All the same, evil (cute) Muskrat!
Yes, that’s their strongest weapon – don’t be fooled by it! 🙂
I had a marmot steal a sandwich from my backpack in the Rocky Mountains many years ago. Can’t trust the furry little buggers!
Yes, it can happen to anyone – anywhere, I guess.
Please elaborate on how your pen (unattended?) and a muskrat ever came into close proximity to each other.
Well, me being me – and stumbling through life, as I do – it was probably inevitable.
Hey! that muskrat looks just like your math teacher.
You mean he disguised himself to get his pen back?
that’s a good idea. why don’t you disguise yourself as his muskrat love and charm snitchy muskrat into giving you back the pen as a gift.
If I was good at this seducing business, I wouldn’t waste my charm on muskrats – I’d go for something more worthwhile, like Alan Rickman!
you’re the one who said you wanted your pen back. i’m just trying to help.
That’s lovely, dear, but if I could have Alan instead (I wouldn’t be so much obsessed with the pen, because I’m far more obsessed with Alan) – naturally I’d go for him.
Clearly the muskrats are a master race cloaking themselves – for the time being- in cuddly buck-toothed rodenthood.
But come the revolution…
If they really should strive for world domination, we might become the dying breed.
my precious…..that cracked me up, ya made me laugh this morning :–)
Well, you can always come back for more! 😉
I have it on good authority (well, Google) that the cure for a Musk Rat bite is a Musk Stick (you can either go to the corner shop & buy a pink sugar stick, well loved in my childhood, or the adult version is a shot of Parfait Amour, a shot of vodka and a couple of drops of Grenadine over frapped ice in a highball glass, garnished with a twirly straw… or if you can’t be bothered, just the vodka 🙂
Sounds quite reasonable! I think I’ll find me a good cocktail bar and go trough everything they have – just to make sure I don’t miss a possible cure. 😉
😀