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Back Stories with Darnell and Cornelia

Hello Everone,
or as like my friend Darnell likes to say hello Stamplings!

You all probably know Darnell from djkarkreations, how could you not??? She has a great
way with words that I deeply admire. You just have to read this post and you will be hooked!
Never mind, her blog posts are always immensely entertaining as well. I wish I had the time
to read them all.

Over the years I got the idea that I should make a story book with my stamps.
The problem was that I couldn't come up with ideas.
But one day it struck me that this could be a collaboration with Darnell as the author
and me as the illustrator. So a few month ago I proposed to Darnell and to my immense
delight she said - YES!

We don't feel a book is warranted, but we did think that our friends might be amused,
if we launched a blog series once or twice of month with a bit of silliness.
As this day is April Fool's Day, it seemed the perfect day for lift-off!

Please let us know what you think. Enjoy! And Happy April Fool's Day!

Darnell and Cornelia

The Back Stories
Darnell J. Knauss, Author
Cornelia Wenokor, Illustrator

Vol. 1 Ep. 1

[Except from Websville Community Newsletter.]

Welcome to another series where we let you, our neighbors, get to know your candidates
on a more personal level. We know you are all fascinated by the fact that a set of triplets
is vying against each other for the one vacant Rat City Council seat and you want to know
more about them.

Let us first introduce you to Abraham.

Abraham is known in the community as The Realist.
When the triplets were born, Abe was the oldest and the biggest.
Immediately, their mother started treating Abe as her right-hand man,
especially since their father had been killed in a trap on his way home
from the pizza parlor a week before the triplets were born. Abe never
disappointed his mother. He saw to all their needs and never had a
childhood of his own. No one was surprised when Abe became the
first rat in the family to attend college and earn a degree in Logistics.

Next is Thomas.

Thomas is the middle mouse.
He is known as the Doubter. Being in the middle between his brother and
sister, Thomas doesn’t know who to believe, so he believes no one.
You’ll never hear Thomas answer a question with a straight Yes or No.
Instead he’ll say, “I doubt it.” Or, “What makes you say that?” Or,
“Let me think about it.” And his most-used phrase, said in a sulky tone:
“Well, I don’t know about that.”

Last, but not least, we have Suzy.

Suzy is known as the Optimist. Suzy welcomes life with open arms.
She feels that every day is a blessing and she wakes up excited to see what
adventures await her. Her brothers pretty much hate her, especially when
she breaks out into a rousing rendition of, “Oh, Suzannah!”

Their long-suffering mother once asked Suzy why she was such an optimist
when her brothers were not. Suzy just smiled and answered quietly, “Well, that’s
obvious, Mom. According to the laws of nature, there must be two polar opposites.
I’m the equator.”

Stamp supplies:
Katzelkraft rats,
sentiments by Rubbernecker and Crackerbox&So Suzy Stamps



Every dozen years the Topzwellers poked their heads through the loamy soil
near the entrance to the baseball park. As Liane had turned 12 during the last
phase, it was her first time as lookout.
Nervously, she looked to her left which caused her left eyeball to pop out
of her head. It was like a turn signal or, if she wasn’t moving, like a zoom
When she saw that the target was already in place and all systems were
GO, her little arms locked into the straight position, fingers splayed, and
her underbelly turned yellow.
Keeping her position trained on the target, Liane gingerly touched each of
the others with her tail, a signal that they could emerge. She knew that
when they were all in position, this would be the greatest night of her life.

Stamp supplies:

Katzelkraft Monsters, Katzelkraft Whimsy Mushrooms


At sunrise that morning, Rosy could tell there was something odd in the
air. It smelled faintly of sulfur. As she walked to the watering hole, all
the other hippos were already out of the pens, enjoying the sunshine and
quiet before the zoo opened.
As usual, the catcalls and bullying started as soon as Rosy came into view.

“Oh, look,” yelled Harold, “if it isn’t Roly-Poly Popsicle Pinky!”

“Hey, Pinky,” added Calvin, “how do you know when you get sunburned?!”

Rosy went to the happy place in her head in order to ignore the heckling
she endured since she was born as bright as a berry. It had taken her
many years to escape the heckling, but at this age, she barely heard a
word they said.
Instead she imagined herself with wings, bright yellow wings. They had to
be yellow because yellow wings flew higher into the clouds than any other

As she neared the watering hole, the sky became black and the winds
begin to shift and whip around her. The smell of sulphur became stronger.
All the other hippos ran for the cover of their pens, but Rosy didn’t move.
She felt a pull on both shoulders and then all she felt was wonderfully
light of heart, light of mind, and light of body. She knew her imagination
was becoming reality today. She smiled, waiting for lift-off.

Stamp supplies:

Sentiment: Rubber Necker



Jeremy heard the key in the front door and thought, “Oh, feathers, I’m in trouble now!”
As his mistress rounded the corner of the kitchen island and looked down at him, Jeremy could see the look of disappointment on her face.
For Jeremy this was worse than anything. He could feel his own eyes begin to well up with tears as he silently telegraphed how sorry he was that he had messed up.

His owner stood there for several long minutes just staring at Jeremy and then suddenly the look of disappointment gave way to amusement and soon she was doubled over in laughter.
Turning on the hot water faucet, she said, “You know, I should just leave you stuck there overnight and maybe you won’t be so curious next time!”
Jeremy sniffed. His butt and tail were already numb. One thing he knew for sure, he’d never go near a bottle of maple syrup again!”

Cornelia Wenokor, Illustrator



Everyone was gathering in the conference room to celebrate the boss’s birthday so George and Winnie walked down the hall together from the lab where they were assigned. George was busy looking over his shoulder at 3-year-old Winnie who had just let go of the party balloon, so he didn’t notice the pileup in front of him until after he turned the corner.

Before he could stop himself, George stepped on Imogene’s tail which made Imogene howl and fall into the wall. This allowed George a clear look ahead where he saw that Everett was lying flat out, his terrified eyes pinned on the tiniest mouse George had ever seen. Not even in the secret high-security lab.
George knew that Everett was frozen in fear and the only way to clear the hall would require him to step into Everett’s line of sight.
Slinking around Imogene’s wide hips and Everett’s flattened ears, George locked eyes with the tiny mouse. And froze.

Cornelia Wenokor, Illustrator


Raven gasped when she saw her reflection in the full-length mirror. When she won the gift certificate for the new Trend on Trent clothing store in the Aviary Mall, she went begrudgingly.
Raven was a widow and after 43 successful hatches, she had let herself go. Her feathers had thinned to the point where she was cold all the time and she could no longer fly. Her legs had lost their scaliness, and her claws were no longer shiny and sharp.

But yesterday all that changed when she gathered all that remained of her courage and headed for the mall to spend the gift. Now, looking at herself, she was so glad she had been brave. The beautiful scarf and leggings were warm and soft and the bright red tennies made her feel younger than she had in years.
When she walked home, her feet comfortable in her fancy new shoes, Raven could feel the admiring looks. She giggled inside as she stood straighter, stretching out her tail feathers and flirting for the first time in a long time.

Cornelia Wenokor, Illustrator

1 comment:

Milka Gubo said...

Super fun!! Loved the story and cards. :o) Great work Ladies. :o) xx