Moving Out!! (A.K.A. Sasha gets a new camera)

Moving can be an arduous task. It can be so difficult that some never really make it.

Sometimes it makes you angry.

Sometimes it makes you sad.

Sometimes, you're suprised.

And sometimes you feel down right bloated.

But in the end, it's all for a good cause...to GO!!

His Story...(always last and usually unheard)...

A long, long time ago... in a land far, far away lived a mighty prince. His name was Mishka and he preferred to be called just that... Mishka. Not your highness or lord, for he felt one with his people. Needless to say he was very loved by everyone for he was a good prince. But the surrounding kingdoms shook with fear at the very mention of his name for he was also a mighty, mighty warrior.

But the prince grew lonely and longed to find his mate. So at a ball that was organized once a year right in the middle of April to celebrate fertility he finally announced his intention to find a princess. There was a great silence in the hall as he spoke. He said that his princess had to be as fair and beautiful as spring itself, strong and wise as the great oak trees that grew in the kingdoms forests, and as gentle and daring as the first wild flowers that grew in the beginning of the season.

Word spread fast and soon many princesses and maidens came to try for Mishka's hand. But none seemed to please him in almost any way. Time passed and life went on. Due to one dissapointment after another, Prince Mishka decided to go on a hunt. With his bow behind his back he galloped far away. Days passed and with no prey in sight he finally fell asleep in a beautiful meadow. While he slept a beautiful maiden came to him in a dream. "Find me, my knight. I am close", she said.

He awakened from his sleep and began to ponder about his dream. "What does it mean?", he wondered. But finding no answer he decided to let it go. He trotted through the forest some more and came to a little shack. He knocked on the door and a woman opened it up. "Come in and stay as long as you like", she said.

Mishka walked in and sat down at the kitchen table and sat there mesmorized for in front of him was a woman of incredible beauty. Apparently the woman's daughter.

Mishka was struck, but for some reason he said to himself "this can't be the princess that came to me in my dream." Just at that moment, she stood up and proclaimed, "I am Sasha and I am the one who came to you in your dream you ignorant fool." No one had said anything like that to the Prince before and he didn't know how to answer. So he stood up and brought Sasha close to him and gave her a passionate kiss. And from that day forward, they lived happily ever after.

THE END.

Her Version . . .

Once upon a time, in a place far, far away (davneum, davneum, davno) . . . lived a beautiful princess named Sasha. She loved to go into the woods and sit in the flower patches, and dream of her love to be.

One day, came along a hairy, strong beast of a man who claimed to be a nearby field-worker whose crops were the best in the land. His name was Mishka. He promised to love, cherish, and adore princess Sasha.
Princess Sasha accepted his proposal on one condition: if in fact his crops were the best in the land, she wanted him to bring her the biggest, juiciest, and most delicious tomato in his crops. If in fact he was telling the truth, he would not disappoint her. And so . . . Mishka went back to his crops, and for four long years, he grew tomato crops, perfecting them every season and growing the most beautiful red tomatoes this side of the world had ever seen. He then came back to the princess and gave her the ripe fruit of his labor.

Princess Sasha took a whiff of the ripe fruit and knew that Mishka was an honest man and a hardworking, determined worker. And they lived happily ever after.

THE END . . .