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Kendra’s Library

Recently, my friend Kendra sent me a suggestion for a new whale story. And this is what came of it:

Kendra’s Library… A Tragic Whale Story

Like any intelligent whale, Kendra was always looking for ways to expand her knowledge and better herself.  And what better way than to petition for a library in her town?!

But she was unable to gain support in her community.
“We don’t have money in the budget,” one town official said.
“We could barely afford this new neon sign pointing towards the town hall,” said another.
“It will never be!” said a third.

But Kendra wasn’t about to take no for an answer. She called on the town to help her raise money for the library.

It took a long time and many bake sales, car washes, and grants, but Kendra finally collected enough money to build her library! And because she hired an independent contractor, instead of the town contractor, the library shot up almost overnight.

The officials that tried to keep her down were so pleased, they offered to let Kendra cut the ribbon on opening day. “As if I wouldn’t,” she thought.

Whales of all ages rushed through the doors and admired the shelves and shelves of books. No one touched them, though. They were waiting for Kendra.

She carefully selected one and slowly opened it. Disappointment spread over her face. Not a word could be read! The water was causing all the ink to run!

The ink started drifting around in the current and some got in Kendra’s eye. Within days she had developed a nasty eye infection.

The infection spread to her brain, and it wasn’t long before she succumbed to it. Kendra was never able to enjoy the library she worked so hard for.

Lolita VS Broadway

“Lolita VS Broadway”… A Tragic Whale Story

All her life, Lolita’s mother made sure she felt special.

She encouraged Lolita to dream big and pushed her to go far.

Lolita could do no wrong.

Which is how Lolita came to believe that her life was limitless. “Mom, I’m not going to college,” she said one day. “I’m going to be a ballet star!”
What could a mother say?“Of course you are, Lolita! You can do anything!”

When Lolita decided to reach beyond her physical limits, her mother was at a loss for words. “And I’m going to dance on Broadway!”

“Lolita, honey,” her mom tried to reason with her. “Whales, we need to stay in the water. To survive.”
Lolita couldn’t be swayed. “I want to dance. On Broadway. I will dance. On Broadway. And Broadway will just have to accommodate me.”

But no Broadway director would take her. Their shows called for nimble, two-legged dancers, not big, clumsy, water dependent whales. She decided to crash a show. “I’ll blow them away! They’ll beg me to dance for them after this!”

Lolita sprang up on stage during a production of Cats. She started strong but soon her dehydrating body began to stiffen.

Lolita had achieved her dream of dancing on Broadway. She would never dance again.

mini tragic whale clutch

Just when I think I can’t come up with any more dead whale ideas, I come up with the mini Tragic Whale clutch:

Coming soon to the (also coming soon) Tragic Whale gift shop!

Vacation, day four :)

A couple of things:

1. Sorry for the poor hand writing that’s featured in this post/story. It’s mine, it’s shameful, and now we can work past it. (Hope you can read it, hahaha.)

2. I finished that t-shirt blanket and FORGOT to take pictures of it! What an idiot, right!? And then I delivered it, still forgetting pictures.

3. I had something else to say but I can’t remember what it is now.

I decided I was going to sew a book but forgot that fabric is floppy. I’ll have to try another one with some heavy interfacing or cardboard in the cover, but I said, “Hey, I’m not going to waste this little book. I’m going to kill a whale in it.” So here we go:

Sorry for the shotty craftsmanship. Hahahaha, I’m not really sorry! I’m just ditzing around over here and sharing it with you. You’re welcome.

I resisted soda today at the Chinese food place at the mall. They had it in cans and everything. I drooled looking at it, then got a bottle of water. And here’s today’s dress!

No pockets, but it’s a good twirling dress (as you can probably tell)!

Bernice and the Big “C”

Bernice and the Big “C”… A Tragic Whale Story

Bernice had been working at the DMV for almost a year and the customers were
beginning to wear on her.

She decided to step out back with a couple of her co-workers while on break.

Within weeks, Bernice was out of work and in the hospital. It was hard for the doctors to determine the cause of her symptoms.

Finally, they discovered the problem. Bernice was suffering from cancer.

Bernice didn’t know what to do. Not wanting a slow death surrounded by white coats, she ravaged her hospital room and swallowed every pill she could find.

Unfortunately, the doctor was only moments away from telling her that he had mixed up her X-ray with another patient’s.

The Loneliest Whale

This story was inspired by a REAL LIFE tragic whale story. The poor thing sings too high and doesn’t have any whale friends. To read the full article, click here!

The Loneliest Whale… A Tragic Whale Story

 

Ernest swam the seas all day, singing his whale song. He imagined he sounded like a tuba.

 

For some reason, though, none of the girl whales would give Ernest the time of day.

 

Ernest’s song became a song of sorrow. He spent his days in the ocean alone.

 

One day, Ernest met a friendly submarine. The sub slapped a tracking device on him and took off.

 

Ernest was confused, but because he didn’t know what the tracking device was and it didn’t hurt him, he went on his way.

 

Sometime later, the submarine returned and introduced itself as Ronald. He explained that Ernest was singing at a much higher frequency than all of the other whales.

 

“What if we record your song and play it back at a much lower frequency?” Ronald suggested. Ernest jumped at the idea and the two set off together.

 

For the first time in Ernest’s life, he was proud to hear his song. He even attracted the attention of a girl whale!

 

But she fell in love with Ronald and they swam off together, leaving Ernest alone again.

 

Ernest died of a lonely, broken heart.

Margo the Cargo Whale

Margo the Cargo Whale… A Tragic Whale Story

It was a cheery day at sea when Margo the Whale realized her life was purposeless.

She’d have to come up with something to justify her life. Otherwise, she was afraid, she might wither away.

She tried becoming a bird catcher, but she felt too guilty imprisoning her friends.

The next obvious choice was a hair dresser, but whales have no hair to style and no hands to style with.

Things were getting rough. “Oh!” thought Margo. “I can sell cell phones! Maybe this is my true calling!”

Margo took a break from her search. What could she do with her life that was both satisfying and helpful to others? She frowned, deep in thought.

Then it came to her!
Margo would become… a Cargo Whale!

Trailing behind small ocean liners, Margo the cargo Whale could fill her life with meaning and purpose.

But the cargo began to block her breathe hole. And it became quite heavy.

Margo’s cargo crushed and suffocated her.

 

t was a cheery day at sea when Margo the Whale realized her life was purposeless.



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