April Bog Bits: Mysterious Mail, Soggy Signs, and One Very Off-Putting Banjo
Bog Bits April Issue
Bog Bits: April
Swamplings, something is up.
It started with the mail. Or more specifically, the not-mail. Half the neighborhood got envelopes filled with cryptic drawings of slugs in various hats. No return address. No explanation. One was just a single acorn with a tiny mustache drawn on it.
Miss Bogbean received hers and immediately made tea, as one does when confronted with swamp-based nonsense. Sporella fed hers to a sentient rose bush to “see what would happen.” It blinked twice and grew teeth.
Meanwhile, someone—no one will say who—has been playing banjo at 3:33 a.m. from somewhere near the dried-up wishing well. The music is technically good but... emotionally devastating. Several residents reported hearing the phrase “remember who you were before you paid taxes” echo through their dreams.
Ongoing Mysteries:
The ghost in the community library now only communicates in knock-knock jokes.
All the frogs in the eastern bog have switched sides. (No one’s sure what sides they were on. It’s the principle of the thing.)
Baba Yaga was seen dragging a wheelbarrow full of quartz and muttering “we’re overdue for a shift.”
Mort left a single black lily in front of every door on Toadfern Lane. No note. Just vibes.
Miss Bogbean’s Advisory:
If your garden gate creaks three times tonight, don’t open it.
If it creaks four times, offer it a biscotti and politely decline the deal.
And if it creaks five times?
Well. That’s between you and the ley lines.
Swamp Gossip Newsletter Issue #002 arrives May 13.
Bring your salt, your secrets, and your best excuse for not returning Linda’s tupperware. She’s asking questions.
Until then—stay swampy, stay strange, and check your mailboxes very carefully.
–Miss Bogbean
