tempus fugit   >  time flies

tempus fidget  >  …for those times when it doesn’t

inverted, perverted, bastardized, REmixed or REimagined, this is a place for those RECords which owe a debt to the lingua latinus. ;cP

Like Sam when he spotted what he saw,  we cry Fajigajigajiga!

 When on Bloemday blossoms boldly float down a dreamy river on paper boats where Pamagotchi fruit are found and Pickle Blossoms do abound.

 Whilst waywordly wandering through Metaphorest, TongueCutSparrow shows the way before us and Moonbug sheds a glowing light, though  Mochomito are apt to bite!.

 From valley low to ForestKnauff, Klosinski held the balloon aloft

and Todd and Neithan did conspire to propel the dirigible even higher

and many more would soon join in, this epic story to begin.

 So in the spirit of REsourcing and  REmixing, we present a tale that does not need fixing, so much as it needs simply to be told. But for our story to unfold, it needs your tender hand to hold and gently pry apart the leaves, a heart-felt folk tale to retrieve.

 From SnickerSnack’s lovely rendering, does this allegory spring but you will be the one to say what happens to these people on this day.

 So join with us, dear Pixel Pilgrim, as we explore the path that lies before them and pen the many twists and turns, each with a lesson to be learned.

 For this is where our story starts, to be told again...

...and again by heart! <3