Monthly Archives: September 2012

Fuzzy Friday: Fuzzy Photobombs

Happy Fuzzy Friday everyone, it sure is a gloomy and rainy day here in NYC!!  Sadly today’s Fuzzy Friday begins on a very sad note with the news of the death of the panda cub whose birth we celebrated in last weeks Fuzzy Friday Feature.  Although the cause of death is still unknown, it is believed that the cub’s death was related to an illness or birth defect rather then anything her mother Mei Xiang did while caring for the cub.  It has been reported that Mei Xiang is slowly returning back to her normal routine, finally taking food and water and we only wish her and her panda partner Tian Tian all the best as they deal with their loss.

Although we friends of the fuzzy know we must accept that in the world of the animal kingdom these tragedies often happen, it never makes it any easier to read about or witness.  RIP little panda cub, the world rejoiced at the news of your birth and now together mourns the loss of your little life. Although you were only alive for 6 days may your afterlife in panda heaven be filled with plenty of panda playmates, endless bamboo and biscuits, everything a precious panda cub could desire.

In light of this incredibly sad news I thought a little pick me up would be in order so here is a compilation of The Lucky Penny’s Picks for the best fuzzy photobombs.

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A Gardener and the Portrait

A Gardener and the Portrait

Author: Unknown

 

A very wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.

When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier.

The father was notified and he grieved deeply for his only son.

About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.

He said, “Sir, you don’t know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art.”

The young man held out his package. “I know this isn’t much. I’m not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.”

The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man.

He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears.

He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.

” Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It’s a gift.”

The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son, before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings.

Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel.

“We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?” There was silence.

Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, “We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.” But the auctioneer persisted.

“Will someone bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?”

Another voice shouted angrily. “We didn’t come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!”

But still the auctioneer continued. “The son! The son! Who’ll take the son?”

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son.

“I’ll give $10 for the painting.” Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

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