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THE ROVING PECKER PRESENTS: "The Tales Of Peckerwood Manor - Episode Two: Garden Party Pandemonium" by Kombitcha!
Welcome, Manor Hors, to The Roving Pecker, where we present the latest episode of "The Tales Of Peckerwood Manor" by our very own Kombitcha! Any resemblance to actual Manor Hors is intentional, except when it's not. Enjoy! TITLE: “Garden Party Pandemonium” EXT. PECKERWOOD MANOR – GARDEN – DAY The camera zooms in on Bree, who’s battling a pile of costume pieces, preparing for the fancy-dress garden party. Nearby, Raincoaster is scribbling in her notebook, pondering the mystery symbols, half-focused on the chaos around her. Kombitcha is anxiously eyeing a suspicious bag labeled “Glitter Galore.” BREE (whispering to herself) This garden party is more chaotic than a cat in a room full of laser pointers. (alarmed) Is that glitter?! KOMBITCHA Glitter is the herpes of the arts and craft world. You can never get rid of it. BREE (grimacing) Let’s set up a no-glitter zone. For the love of sequins, I refuse to turn this place into a disco ball of doom. And speaking of sequins, wh...
THE ROVING PECKER PRESENTS: "The Tales Of Peckerwood Manor - The First Episode" by Kombitcha!
Greetings, Manor Hors! Periodically, "The Roving Pecker" presents urgent missives from filthy esteemed guest writers. Today's is from our own beloved Kombitcha!
OPEN POST: Meet Celia The Sassy Crow!
As you know, Peckerwood Manor has many unique animals and bird species, though none are as cheeky, nor as fashionable, as Celia The Sassy Crow. She arrived several weeks ago, having been shooed away from Kombitcha's domicile (such a meanie, our 'Bitcha!). And ladies, she is walking that walk, sashaying and swaying, and, yes, giving us full-on cooter bird realness. Because as Celia knows, a gorgeous black trick is always appropriate, thankyouverymuch. Just don't tell that to Vinnie The Voguing Peacock, who's long ruled the roost as the Manor's most fashionable (and bitchiest) fowl. It's hard to miss him, since he's always spreading out his train and asking (rhetorically), "Could you not just gag? May I color you impressed? Am I not a burning beacon of raw fashion fabulousness?" Unfortunately for Vinnie, with the arrival of Celia, he now has serious competition, for while her feathers are not as colorful as Vinnie's, they are a lustrous, satin...