Monkey Business

Operation: Muse Rescue

Prompt: Today you've been coerced into fostering a rescue muse.
Yep, Tell us about your experience at the muse shelter. Describe some of the muses and their sad history.
Decide which muse you are going to adopt, then choose one to give to one of the other bloggers, tell them a little about the muse you chose for them and why you thought it would be the perfect muse for them.

Do you know what would be fun? This is Andre's idea
Give rescue muses to your Writing.com friends and tag them in your entry.

The muses will thank you for this.

"That's why I love you so much! You always try to help out whoever and wherever you can," gushed MJ, unusually sober and clear-minded. "It's so nice of you to go with us to the Muse Shelter and help re-home those poor muses!"

"Just so I'm clear MJ, I'm not adopting them all myself. I will help find homes for as many as I can, but I will NOT be home to them all." I tell her.

"She has a point there MJ," Ravyn said. "It is getting a bit crowded in here. What with me, and you, and that damned talkative dog, and that ginormous bear, and... that...cat!" Ravyn haughtily stated.

"That reminds me Rave, why haven't I heard from Ixnay or Mabel lately?" I ask.

"Oh!" MJ rushes in to talk before Ravyn can open her mouth. "Rave muzzled Ixnay because she said he talked way too much, and she was tired of hearing him!"

Ravyn glares at MJ and responds, "You know it's winter and Mabel likes to sleep all winter. That's what bears do, isn't it?"

"I suppose you have a point Rave. But you need to take the muzzle off Ixnay. He does have valuable things to say. That could be why I haven't been able to write much lately."

Ravyn sighs. She didn't want any other muse to be the center of attention and that dog was always demanding to be heard. "Okay. Whatever. But if I have to take the muzzle off the dog, does that mean that you're going to let Jel out of his straight jacket and padded room? I like him. We get into all sorts of adventures!"

Just thinking about the last time that Jel was allowed out of the padded room made me cringe in trepidation. The fiery little imp was a handful on the best of days, but his penchant for setting things aflame came to a head when he set an entire bus on fire just because he wanted to see if cologne was flammable. It is. Very. Ravyn just stood by laughing at the entire fiasco, always true to herself. That was the last time we saw Dart though. I think the flames scared the poor hawk away.

"Okay, here we are." I tell my fellow rescuers. "Let's see who we can save today, shall we!"

Venturing inside, we see rows of little cells; each one holding a muse. On the outside of each is a card with information about the muse within that cell.

"Wouldn't it be fun if we mixed up all the cards?" Ravyn asks.

"Rave, why do you always have to be so bad, man? That is wrong on so many levels." MJ says with a hint of frustration in her voice. MJ is usually so laid back. She must really think saving these muses is important.

The first cell has a tiny songbird inside, wearing a miniature scarf. The card says:

Name: Easnadh - pronounced As-nuh
Description: Musical muse
History: Surrendered to the shelter after her trombonist lost the desire to play.
Additional Notes: Would make the perfect muse for any musician but is best suited for those that play brass or woodwind instruments.

"Oh Jenn! Don't you think Easnadh would be perfect for Richard ~ Thankful!!? Just perfect! She could inspire him to play more and maybe even help out with a story or two!" MJ says excitedly. I have a feeling she's going to want to match every muse here with a new home. I shake my head in silence and continue looking at all the muses. Maybe we'll find one to add to our "happy family" as well.

The muses in some of the cells hunker in the back corners of their enclosures, seemingly terrified. I feel even worse for those little ones. A small, bold dragon catches my eye. He looks like he is challenging the world from behind the enforced glass door of his abode. Red-gold scales and golden eyes mesmerize me. I hear in my head a silky voice that suggests for me to read his information and I am compelled to do so.

Name: Unknown as he has refused to mind meld with any of the volunteers
Description: Small male dragon muse.
History: Unknown. He just showed up on the shelter doorstep one morning with no note of explanation
Additional Notes: Needs a home where dragons are treasured. Very strong minded but unusually pleasant for a dragon

I bet the new guy, Averren could give him a home. Or maybe Pumpkin Spice Sox or Apondia... We'll take him along too!

I keep looking at the muses trapped behind their glass doors. My heart sinks. There's no way I can re-home all of them! There are just so many! With tears forming in my eyes, I tell the girls it is time for us to go. I say, "I guess it's time for us to go. I don't want to, but there's I don't know how to find enough musicians, writers, and painters to re-home so many muses." MJ and I cry together. Ravyn smiles broadly as she thinks there will not be a new addition to our family and she won't be deprived of any attention. Even with my heart breaking for those poor muses, I get irritated with my nefarious fairy! Head hung low I begin walking back toward the exit. It seems to take forever; the eyes of all those displaces muses seemingly damning me.

But Nebula's strong voice rings in my head, "Stop! There is one you must look at more closely!"

If Nebula is interested in this, then I have the feeling that we are going home with a "plus one more". I'm guided to one of the cells where a muse is cowering in the back corner. Its eyes are huge swirling orbs that draw me in. Instead of seeing pupils I see the sky, clear and blue. The muse stands and edges closer to the door. It looks like a desert fox. My heart goes out to it. It begins timidly searching my mind. Even without reading the card, I knew I was going to give this muse a home. But I read the card anyway.

Name: Promise
Description: Desert fox
History: Rescued by the ASPCM after her previous writer abused her by asking for her inspiration around the clock.
Additional Notes: Needs a caring and loving home where she is not the only muse

Even Ravyn seems to be taken with the dear small fox. Maybe we are the perfect family for her! In true MJ style she asks, "Awww! Can we keep her?" We all chuckle, even Nebula - from wherever she is hiding. Promise and the other muses we're rescuing today all jump inside. The more the merrier, right?! And off we go to take Promise, Easnadh, and the unnamed dragon to their new homes.

**How sweet is that! It even brought a tear to MY eye. - Rave.**