The layout and typo issues where too much in the other version of this - so I deleted.
Is this the bit where having travelled all that way Ernst unwraps the ring ready to throw it into the fiery pit only to find out all that is inside is a note reading
'Dear Master, have nicked my precious and run far, far away where you will never gets us (nasty stinky hobbity turtles).
No, That is not the right address! That is not my front door! Still never mind! You will be fine, Just ring the bell or knock on the door and get inside safe and sound.
I'm starting to feel a bit sad for poor Ernst. I hope there is a happy ending in store for him! It is very riveting though, waiting to see what you come up with next.
I've got it. You sent him to the shops to buy bread, milk and chocolate bikkies. Now he's home, and he's realised he forgot to buy the bikkies and he's too scared to face you! Poor Ernst!!! :-)
Seriously Jodie, you're killing me, this is just too hilarious. He can pack, leave, return & read?? Bloody clever turtle. His expression is priceless. Do you get the giggles when you set these things up?? Love it, love Posie
I think Ernst is reading a note telling him, he's soon coming to live in the USA with me in North Carolina. I love Ernst and I know he will love me. haha
Ernst - you look less upset today, more pensive. Is there a lady friend behind that door? PLEASE be a lady friend (and if not, I will be your lady friend, you're really very handsome)
Oh, my. The moment of transition. Will he? Won't he? Can he? Can't he? The suspense! The tension! If I could do that as simply, seamlessly and effortlessly in my novels as you do with photos, I might actually sell one. Maybe I need a sofie...or a whole cast of softies ... I feel my credit card heating up.
Please come home, I didn't mean what I said. It was just that the craft room was in a mess, I was burnt by the iron and then I stabbed myself with a pin.
Dude, I just stumbled on your blog the other day and already I'm in love with Ernst (and the rest of your blog ;)). Now I'm all suspensed!!(sure, it's a word!) Can't wait to see what happens next!
really love Ernst. We have a real one in the garden. When we came to live here, he was allready here. Must be more then 50 years now... Your blog is great!! hugs, karin (belgium) ps: will there be any turtles in your etsy-shop?
Ernst pausing to savour the moment...
ReplyDeleteYou've come so far Ernst... be strong!!
OOh, he looks worried, Jodie. Now 'm worried. I wonder what's in store for the little green guy - something good, I hope.
ReplyDeleteOh Ernst, stop all this carry on now and come inside. xxx
ReplyDeleteWhat is it Ernst??
ReplyDeleteI think he is double checking the address....
ReplyDeleteOh the suspense! Please Ernst go inside!
ReplyDeleteFollowing with anticipation... the suspense is killing me.
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ReplyDeleteThe layout and typo issues where too much in the other version of this - so I deleted.
ReplyDeleteIs this the bit where having travelled all that way Ernst unwraps the ring ready to throw it into the fiery pit only to find out all that is inside is a note reading
'Dear Master,
have nicked my precious and run far, far away where you will never gets us (nasty stinky hobbity turtles).
Love Gollum/Smeigel.'
Just wonderin' is all.
No, That is not the right address! That is not my front door! Still never mind! You will be fine, Just ring the bell or knock on the door and get inside safe and sound.
ReplyDeleteI can't take the suspense any longer. What is it Skip...errr Ernst?
ReplyDeleteOh dear.....I hope its not the wrong address.......
ReplyDeleteI'm starting to feel a bit sad for poor Ernst. I hope there is a happy ending in store for him!
ReplyDeleteIt is very riveting though, waiting to see what you come up with next.
Oh noooooooo, what does it say in the note, what does it say???? Poor Ernst looks upset. Whats wrong, Ernst?
ReplyDeleteI hope he is just checking the address???
ReplyDeleteI've got it. You sent him to the shops to buy bread, milk and chocolate bikkies. Now he's home, and he's realised he forgot to buy the bikkies and he's too scared to face you! Poor Ernst!!! :-)
ReplyDeleteSeriously Jodie, you're killing me, this is just too hilarious. He can pack, leave, return & read?? Bloody clever turtle. His expression is priceless. Do you get the giggles when you set these things up?? Love it, love Posie
ReplyDeleteIs he at the right address? Maybe he was expecting something else, because he sure looks concerned while he's checking that letter!
ReplyDeleteI think Ernst is reading a note telling him, he's soon coming to live in the USA with me in North Carolina. I love Ernst and I know he will love me. haha
ReplyDeleteOh, I wonder what is waiting for Ernst on the other side of that door. I really hope it is what I am thinking...
ReplyDeleteErnst - you look less upset today, more pensive. Is there a lady friend behind that door? PLEASE be a lady friend (and if not, I will be your lady friend, you're really very handsome)
ReplyDeleteBe brave of heart Ernst! You're doing the right thing!
ReplyDeleteI am on pins and needles! I need to know that Ernst will be fine ...
ReplyDeleteYvette
Go on in, Ernst. It'll be okay!
ReplyDelete-Holly
Is it a suicide note he is re-considering?
ReplyDeleteHe just gets cuter and cuter!
ReplyDeleteOh, my. The moment of transition. Will he? Won't he? Can he? Can't he? The suspense! The tension! If I could do that as simply, seamlessly and effortlessly in my novels as you do with photos, I might actually sell one. Maybe I need a sofie...or a whole cast of softies ... I feel my credit card heating up.
ReplyDeleteJodie, You're killin' me!
ReplyDeletePlease let him have the right address.... I think there is a world of possibilities beyond that door. perhaps even a future Mrs Ernst?
ReplyDeleteahhhh so cute!!
ReplyDeleteDear Ernst,
ReplyDeletePlease come home, I didn't mean what I said. It was just that the craft room was in a mess, I was burnt by the iron and then I stabbed myself with a pin.
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I'm sure you have the right door Ernst! Just gather your courage and knock on it!
ReplyDeleteperfect - I'm loving the no words
ReplyDeleteDude, I just stumbled on your blog the other day and already I'm in love with Ernst (and the rest of your blog ;)). Now I'm all suspensed!!(sure, it's a word!) Can't wait to see what happens next!
ReplyDeleteJust sitting here quietly wondering what will happen next. (and when the pattern will appear in your Etsy shop.)
ReplyDeleteJodie - your photography is a work of art all by itself - the picture tells it all - all the emotion. Dear little turtle!
ReplyDeleteC'mon, Ernst, 2 big deep breaths then just march up and knock.
ReplyDeleteC'mon, you CAN do it!!
Is this it - is he at the right house?? What awaits you little Ernst.
ReplyDeleteJodie COME ON!!!!! We're all hanging by a thread here!
Gee, you sure know how to keep an audience in suspense Jodie!!!!
ReplyDeleteLove this story so far...
cheers Julz
I think he's at the right address, but no one is home at the moment.
ReplyDeleteGood thing turtles are so patient! Ernst has time to reflect, I guess. :)
I like Ernst's dress. I think he's about to begin his tapdancing routine. And......jazz hands.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE your turtles...I NEED them!!! Hugs, Ginny
ReplyDeletereally love Ernst. We have a real one in the garden. When we came to live here, he was allready here. Must be more then 50 years now...
ReplyDeleteYour blog is great!!
hugs,
karin (belgium)
ps: will there be any turtles in your etsy-shop?