The Road Goes Ever On and On

Einstein wrote this riddle this century. He said that 98% of the world could not solve it.  The situation: There are 5 houses in five different colors. In each house lives a person with a different nationality. These five owners drink a certain type of beverage, smoke a certain brand of cigar and keep a certain pet. No owners have the same pet, smoke the same brand of cigar or drink the same beverage. The question is:  Who owns the fish? Hints: the Brit lives in the red house the Swede keeps dogs as pets the Dane drinks tea the green house is on the left of the white house the green house's owner drinks coffee the person who smokes Pall Mall rears birds the owner of the yellow house smokes Dunhill the man living in the center house drinks milk the Norwegian lives in the first house the man who smokes blends lives next to the one who keeps cats the man who keeps horses lives next to the man who smokes Dunhill the owner who smokes Blue...

Me and my family has been hosting a Fine-Arts Co-op where we learn about Artists, and Poets, Old Folk songs, and plays by William Shakespeare, etc. For Artist study, we are studying,  R.C. Hickman   a photographer in the time of 1922. For homework we can take some pictures, and bring them back for next week and share them with our friends. One beautiful Fall afternoon, I took some pictures by our pond on our farm.    

It has been a cold winter so far and I hope that everyone has had a happy Christmas and a wonderful New Years! I can't believe that it is already 2018! Well, it has been a while since my last post, and I decided that I wanted to share with you another short story. This past week I entered in a short story for kingdompen.org with a limit of 250 through 500 words and a picture to base your story after. If you did not get to see my last story,  here  it is! Here is the photo for this week... And here is my story... Standing there with her loved ones, old memories rushed back to Aneira’s mind while she looked upon an old painting. The rich colors painted the story of her father and how they fought for their kingdom, even to death: a warrior and his friend. As the last light of day had disappeared, birds flew in from the south, led by a light from Athgorn, the land her uncle had usurped, while the warriors defended Narathgon for their last time. She remembered hearin...