Snack...

Tiptoeing through the corridors of MRSBO, the Goblin looks around and all is quiet. "Were are all the Nasty little Childrenz here at MRSBO?" the Globlin wonders to himself.

Creeping up to a rather plain looking door, the Goblin peeks inside. Nothing.

"Hmmmm, where are they." glumly the Goblin tiptoes to another door. Again, Nothing.

Turning the Goblin heads down yet another corridor, this one being a little creepier than the last, much to his liking.

The Goblin hears a faint sound from behind one of the doors as he passes. Tiptoeing back to the door, he quietly peeks under it. The Goblin takes in the dust and cobwebs tucked into the corners that he could see. Slowly the Goblin squeezes himself under the door, "Whats in here." the Goblin wonders, somewhat curious as to what he will find.

The Goblin tiptoes quietly around the chairs and tables that are in the room, looking for what might have made the sound he heard. Peeking around an old table leg, he spots a little brown mouse. "Hmmm, snack." the Goblin mutters licking his lips. His thoughts flash quickly to the Nasty little Orphans that reside here at MRSBO, "Me will look for them later." His thoughts turn quickly back to his intended snack.

Hope you all had a Happy 4th!

We enjoyed the great Colorado outdoors over the weekend and went hiking in the high country! Hope you all had a Happy and Safe 4th of July!

Hugs,
Katie

Little Lost Larry

lil lost Larry always liked to wander..never sure of where he was going..or where he belonged.An orphaned child waiting to be taken in by some loving family..due to the time being in the 1800's..and the financial status of Olde London at that time..Larry didn't hold out much hope for himself..maybe he could go to the door of Mrs.Blathersbys Orpanage and they would take him in..but he had great fear of the Nuns who ran the Orphanage..so he continues to walk the streets ..in search of food..and never gives up hope for love..

Where we meet

Can someone tell me as I lost it please?

The Cursed Orphan: V.B.Kettlehouse

Do you believe in curses? Virginia Beatrice Kettlehouse believes she is the victim of an especially cruel joke played by fate.

It began on the little girl's first family vacation to the Swiss Alps, which ended when both her parents died in a violent snowshoeing/moose accident right in front of the poor dear. Badly shaken, Virginia returned home for the funeral where the pastor, coincidentally, was hit by lightening while performing the ceremony.

Adopted by her favourite Aunt Stacey, Virginia had an ominous feeling she wouldn't be living with auntie too long. The feeling was confirmed the next morning when she found Aunt Stacey drowned in her porridge.


Virginia was sent to her grandparents in the country. Determined to make his sad little Virginie laugh like she used to, Gramps announced a family picnic and fishing trip shortly after she arrived. The water was sparkling, the fish jumping and Virginia's mouth even twitched, as she remembered what a smile felt like. Gramps cut sandwiches and Granny Kettlehouse poured everyone some sweet tea. All was well.



Just as the sun reached the middle of the sky, Gramps got a bite on his line – a big bite. The small row boat twisted around suddenly, followed by a thump, then a thud and all went overboard. Virginia was found a day later, hidden in the marshes along the riverbank. She was sitting quietly with the ducks, her mouth a taught, straight line, when they pulled her out. Oh how the trip had soured, Gramps got the hook and Granny the rod...

There was no where else for the wretch to go, no other family's household to curse. That is how fate, the cruel little clown, brought Virginia to the snaking corridors and cobweb covered doors of Mrs. Blathersby's mansion on the hill.

Now Virginia is furious her strange condition, that has managed to extinguish the Kettlehouse name from the earth, seems to have no power over those hateful little orphans who call her names and pull her hair. Alone in the world, save for her old stuffed dog, Sam, Virginia can be found in dark corners, silent and sulking. She has all but forgotten that twitching feeling at the corner of her mouth, what was it, again? Ah. Yes. A smile.

Tom Tom the Incredible Two-Faced Boy

The Sisters have given the Social Workers here at Mrs. BO their blessing to take the Orphans on an outing to the Circus...curiously enough, their favorite attraction seems to be Dr. Midnite's Side Show.

One of the most popular exhibits is Tom Tom the Two-Faced Boy.

Tom Tom is a particularly fine example of Maternal Imprinting -- his mother was plagued all throughout her pregnancy by a persistent, repetitive sense of deja-vu after seeing a double-feature matinee horror movie about the circus. It continued even when she was doubled over with labour pains that came in pairs. He is (of course) a Gemini....

One decidedly humid night behind a worn circus tent Ariana Arcos entered the world; screeching.
Her tired mother, a sturdy Romanian woman who had already done this six times before wiped herself off and went back to sleep.
Ariana had the misfortune of being born last to the acrobatic troupe the Aeronautic Eight. Ariana, made nine.

After years of broken arms and unsuccessful landings, the family figured this unseemly child with two left feet just didn't fit...
Desperate to prove herself, the young girl practiced day and night. She planned to wow her family by joining them in their famous show-stopping finale, and their specialty: The Arcos Human Pyramid. Sadly, Ariana, who had never learned her numbers found that she had offset the pyramid (this, of course, she realized when she lay atop a pile of slightly un-alive acrobats... and former family members)

This wonderous scene of limbs and loss was witnessed by Mrs.Blatherby and the children on their outing to Dr. Midnite's Circus. Mrs.Bo once again burdened by an unsound child, sighed and announced "Come along, then" to the sparkly girl sitting upon the heap.