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Save a Word Saturday 7

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(Full rules here : The Feather & the Rose)
1. Create a lovely blog post that links back to this one.

2. Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in your blog post. Luciferous Logolepsy is a great database of lovely old words.

3. Provide a definition of your word. Use your word in a sentence (or even a short paragraph) vaguely related to the theme chosen for the week.

4. Add your post to the linky list below (it’s down there somewhere). Then hop to as many other blogs as you can in search of as many wonderful words as possible!

5. Use as many of the words as you can on the people in your life.

Drat – I left it too late again… and cannot find next week’s page yet. Never mind, I have posted even so… couldn’t resist the scorpion theme …

My chosen words:

obdormition
n. – numbness or ‘going to sleep’ of a limb, etc.

objurgationn. a rebuke

The theme was Scorpions

A couple sat by the hearth, he was reading, she was sewing. A boy in purple pyjamas was hopping from one foot to the other, peering through a long narrow window at the night sky. Every so often he let out a tiny squeak.

‘Windy tonight,’ remarked Mrs Drack.

‘Hmmm,’ replied her husband, deeply absorbed in his book.

‘Jack got into trouble today,’ said her son, peering through the narrow window.

‘What was he doing?’

‘Eating scorpions.’

His father nodded his head sagely. ‘Ruinous for digestion. Why not stick to mice and frogs?’

‘Said he wanted to try something different. Can I have a spider?’

‘Another spider? The child will burst his buttons – you had plenty at dinner,’ said his mother.

The boy rubbed his tummy. ‘Not any of the big ones. I like the big ones. If I can’t have a spider, then I shall go and eat a scorpion –‘ His mother raised her hands in protest. ‘Didn’t you hear what your father just said about digestion?’

‘But –‘

‘Silence, infant!’ bellowed his father, ‘and go and polish your fangs!’

‘Yes, indeed, dear, it is long past bedtime,’ added his mother.

Ignoring their objurgations, the boy wrinkled his nose and stared out through the window. He squeaked again. His mother sighed and looked at his father. ‘Well?’

‘Well?’ he replied.

‘I suppose a late snack won’t do too much harm… as long as we let it go down first…’

Mr Drack got up, then winced. ‘I sense a certain obdormition in my  left leg; comes of sitting too long. Very well, let us be off.’

A few minutes later three bats flew out of the turret via the long, narrow window.

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3 responses

  1. You always come up with the most interesting passages! Thanks for contributing, as always! Also, “obdormition” will be the perfect word to spring on someone and confuse them with when I don’t feel like telling them my leg “fell asleep.”

    May 20, 2013 at 7:03 pm

    • Thank you! It is such fun to do – just wish I wasn’t so late so often ! 🙂 (I can’t wait to use obdormition sometime too…;) )

      May 20, 2013 at 8:09 pm

  2. Pingback: Save-a-word-Saturday 10 | Bustling along bookshelves . . .

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