Oliver A. Hummingbird

Is quite fond of his hat.
He is quite sure it is the tallest hat
any hummingbird ever had.

Lysander A. Albatross

Is of a devious nature,
and is often found to be up to no good.

Mercy A. Bluebird

Devoted her life to those stricken with avian influenza. Often sheds tears at the thought of salt spoons who've become lost through cracks in the floorboards.

Thaddeus A. Peacock

Takes great delight in his finery,
yet can not dress himself
as he is deterred by his deathly fear of buttons.

Marjory A. Quail

Dashes in front of cars sending them careening off into ditches, whereupon their drivers inquire at a local truck stop, and find that she was killed in an auto accident ten years ago this very night!

Winthrop A. Owl

Enjoys long strolls in the dead of night, and peering at people suspiciously through his monocle. He also finds fancy trousers much to his liking.

Iphignea A. Magpie

Is suspected of poisoning eight husbands, and has an affection for moths of the tasty variety.

Fingers A. Pelican and Jimmy The Fish

Are suspected of foul play,
but you won't mention it if you value your kneecaps.

Lenore A. Raven

Finds pathological entertainment in plucking at shiny objects.
Often found attacking door knockers just after they have been polished, and disturbing their inhabitants.

Aloycious A. Flamingo

Claims to have come from Paris.
Enjoys strolling in the park and eating ice cream, and can not be found doing much else.

Byron A. Hornedowl

Is taken to lurking about and giving ominous stares. It is rumored that he will devour an unattended fledgling, though evidence of this is yet to be found.

Chauncey A. Rockdove

Has an inclination toward bowties, and tends to favor the taste of pocket watches.

Violet and Vivian

Violet and Vivian,
two sisters share one trunk.
When one drinks wine
the other finds
that she has gotten drunk.
One likes dogs, the other cats,
they share most things but never hats.
They find that they have twice the fun,
two heads are better than just one.

Mary Ann Cotton

Mary Ann Cotton
whose core was quite rotten
had herself husbands galore.
By the time she was hung
for what she had done,
she had gotten rid of four,
put sixteen children in their graves,
and killed her mother, and a maid.
Perhaps she suffered too much stress
from a foul case of PMS.

Flora

Flora hates to sit up straight,
to be proper is frightening.
But she can't move a hair
since the day she was dared
to get herself struck by lightning.
She cannot help but look morose,
for now her body's comatose.
But now she has a good excuse
for being lazy and obtuse.

Eudora

Eudora, much to her dismay,
perished deep beneath the waves.
And to this day she haunts the seas,
but her story's not sad you see,
for in her watery grave her bones
did fall in love with Davy Jones.

Zylphia

Zylphia had misplaced her pet,
she paced about, she cursed and fret.
She found the door'd been left ajar
but couldn't dream that he'd go far.
She looked around with great suspense,
while all admired her fashion sense.

Vertiline

Vertiline, oh Vertiline,
She met her end on Valentines.
She stepped into the lions cage
and tamed them there upon the stage.
The lions all behaved so well,
was to the tiger that she fell.

Claude-ette

Step right up and feast your eyes on this handsome beauty!
A kiss on the cheek from whichever side you fancy for only 5 cents!
10 cents gets you a kiss from both!

His Lovely Assistant

Step right up! Who wants a bear?
Our knife throwers daggers are razor sharp, so we hope his aim is true!
See for yourself how sharp these daggers are!
Come say a prayer for this daring dame!

Priscilla and Peach

Come one! Come all!
Witness these hypnotizing darlings!
Is she one girl or two?
Stare deep into her spinning wand and let her make up your mind for you!

Bella Morte

Max & Jax

Fortune Teller's Card

The Crocodile House

Flapper

Cock Block

Just A Hooman

Lurk

Ooze

Aloicious & Abe

Teddy Bears, Conjoined at Birth

The Knife Thrower and His (First) Assistant

(Munny and Dunny)

Elle Phuntte

Vintage Fabric Construction

Tapestry Circus Punk Owl

Vintage Fabric Construction

Obsessed with winning the local baking competition, the pastry chef would stop at nothing. After stealing an ancient book of enchantments from a local sorceress, they performed a peculiar spell over their ingredients, intending to conjure the most unforgettable confection ever made.Their magical diagrams were terrible, their Latin was even worse, but they continued with a dreadful combination of decreasing confidence and unwavering determination. Stumbling over grammatical errors in the heat of the kitchen, they waited expectantly for something extraordinary, certain that culinary greatness awaited them.

The enchantment succeeded spectacularly, and in an entirely incorrect fashion.After a stupendous power outage, during which most of the ingredients were sucked into an interdimensional portal, all that remained was the bowl of marshmallow frosting on the counter… which had suddenly developed sentience, and has been furiously lamenting the dreadful warmth of the kitchen ever since.

Some say they are just a myth... others believe that they were once a person just as you or I, but are now made almost entirely of bits of antique taxidermy and clockwork.Still, others argue that they are some sort of changeling trapped in the wrong dimension, or perhaps a top secret experiment by our own government, gone terribly wrong.It is likely we may never know for sure.One thing that is certain, is that when the moon is full and the wind blows just so, and the crickets in the reeds chirp just at the very same moment that someone in a third level flat drops and breaks a typewriter quite by accident...Those are the times that the packages appear.They come wrapped in crinkled vintage ads for hand knitted wool stockings, tied up with bits of ribbon and string found lining birds nests, and long silken hairs from the heads of children taken by faeries.One was hollow and covered completely in ornate keyholes, yet could not be seen through, and still another floated just a bit off the ground and emitted a strange glow, yet when immersed in water (we don't dare ask why or how this occurred), it sank immediately like a broken heart.As the whereabouts or even existence of this creator are in question, I for one believe they are someplace here among us, perhaps perched in an old clock tower keeping a chart of how many times a week we make silly faces whilst tripping over inanimate objects, and cross referencing it with a chart of how many times a day cats make silly faces whilst we trip over them...or tiptoeing across the surface of a pond stealing fireflies to make into ink for writing glowing reviews of dreadfully boring plays...Some say they catch fleeting glimpses of her in night gardens telling terrible secrets to frogs, or down the ends of paths that don't go any place...As the packages keep coming, I for one must be inclined to believe that their creator is still out there someplace, breathing life into very small and strange things.I will continue to document the packages on these pages, in hopes that someday they may have some great and scientific purpose...I have found amongst these packages, a set of plans intending to build some great machine, in which these creations are to be used as cogs. From my studies I have concluded this machines purpose appears to be to turn our planet on its axis just a fraction of a degree, so that half of the worlds scraped knees turn into something more amiable... Perhaps bunnies.Your humble Virtuoso,
Oni The Cat

Last known sighting of the creator of Bramble and Briar

Author - Oni the Cat