You are stranded on an island with only the following:
spoon, ukelele, yarn, hand sanitizer, feather boaHow do you use them to survive until help comes (or until you are killed by a smoke monster)?
We Have A Winner!!! 05/07/10
Here I am stuck on this stupid island. All I have with me are the following: a spoon, my ukulele, a ball of yarn, hand sanitizer, and a pink feather boa. So what do I do now?Winner: Melinda (@mstacer)
It is pretty chilly here after the sun goes down so I will use that boa for warmth later. Meanwhile I am going to use this yarn to help me make a little shelter.
So, there! My little shelter is done. That multicolor yarn does work well with the green from the leafy branches I used to make my little casa.
Hmm...what's that in the distance? I looks like smoke. That's weird. Maybe it will go away if I play that ukulele a little. My playing sucks so it should ward off anything that might be out there.
Ack! What's happening to me? That smoke is all around me now!
Well, it appears that I am dead. I am floating above my body now, and I see a really bright light. Hmmm....I guess I shouldn't have drank the hand sanitizer. Who knew it wasn't like drinking alcohol?
Reason: Very nicely done. And an important lesson to all - ukeleles do NOT stop fires. Nice try though.
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Here I am stuck on this stupid island. All I have with me are the following: a spoon, my ukulele, a ball of yarn, hand sanitizer, and a pink feather boa. So what do I do now?
It is pretty chilly here after the sun goes down so I will use that boa for warmth later. Meanwhile I am going to use this yarn to help me make a little shelter.
So, there! My little shelter is done. That multicolor yarn does work well with the green from the leafy branches I used to make my little casa.
Hmm...what's that in the distance? I looks like smoke. That's weird. Maybe it will go away if I play that ukulele a little. My playing sucks so it should ward off anything that might be out there.
Ack! What's happening to me? That smoke is all around me now!
Well, it appears that I am dead. I am floating above my body now, and I see a really bright light. Hmmm....I guess I shouldn't have drank the hand sanitizer. Who knew it wasn't like drinking alcohol?
Melinda: I especially liked the ukulele bit. "My playing sucks so it should ward off anything that might be out there." Great line.
As usual, I got a little long-winded. Stranded is posted here.
I had been stranded on the island for almost a year. Luckily, I had company. Company I was sure people would look hard for and would limit our stay to no more than a day or two. But, we had been stranded for almost a year. We learned how to cook over small fires made of the brush from palm trees. At first, the food was always bad, but gradually we learned how to season it, if that is what you could call it, or tolerate the taste. I was not sure which. We bathed in the ocean and built a makeshift shelter lacking any luxuries.
Slowly, we had found the few personal items that had washed up on shore. They provided entertainment, a link to the outside world, a way to question if we still had our sanity. A spoon was used for cooking, the only real utensil we had found. The ukelele provided music as long as the term was defined loosely. No one actually knew how to play it and the salt water had warped much of the wood, making the sounds that we could draw from it sound eerie. It was great for what we assumed Halloween day must have been. I'd used the two large rolls of yarn we found to hand knit blankets. They would have been fit for an infant, but did little for us. Still it was comforting to have something lay across my waist. The bottle of hand sanitizer had been emptied long ago. It was now used to measure out coconut juice for cooking. Three squirts for small fish, 6-7 for large fish. My favorite was the feather boa. It was bright pink and had been used to illicit laughter frequently. It hung in a place of honor just inside our shelter.
Looking at it brought me back to wondering when we would be rescued. Would we ever be rescued? People must have stopped looking for us, assumed we had perished, found some kind of remains pushed far from the island by the currents. I crossed my fingers. It's been almost a year. Please find us soon.
I need art! So I pick my ukelele with a spoon,
I'll use yarn when the strings start to break too soon.
All this hand sanitizer
Keeps me healthy. (Thanks, Pfizer*!)
And I dance with a feather boa underneath the moon.
*No, I don't think Pfizer makes hand sanitizer. But Purell doesn't rhyme.
I cannot answer
In seventeen syllables:
I'll survive on wit.
I refuse to answer this prompt on advice from my lawyer
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