spotto!
spotto for a stuffed animal
"Why, Sir,’ said Lucy. ‘I think – I don’t know – but I think I could be brave enough.‘”
Spotto! I have a big, smiley, cuddly stuffed toy lion on my bed... and yes, his name is Aslan. (Aslan 2, really — partly to differentiate him from the smaller stuffed toy lion of the same name that I had when I was little, and partly, of course, to differentiate him from the REAL one.)
Spotto for a picture (painting, photograph or whatever) of the sea.
"Now you are a lioness," said Aslan. "And now all Narnia will be renewed."
(Prince Caspian)
Spotto! Some I took at Whitby, Yorkshire, over 20 years ago, and put together in a frame.
Spotto for a sleeping human or pet.
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Seems to be stumping people, I'm afraid!
Spotto for a blanket.
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay.
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's pow'r
When we were gone astray.
Spotto! (a single bed sized throw over an armchair)
Spotto for a towel that's not in a room that's always dry.
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Spotto! A kitchen towel.
Spotto for a cord of some kind.
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay.
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's pow'r
When we were gone astray.
Spotto! My phone charger cord.
Spotto for a picture of snow.
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Spotto! It's on a book cover.
Spotto for a remote control.
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay.
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's pow'r
When we were gone astray.
Spotto! Hanging on the lounge room wall.
Spotto for a Sunday newspaper
Looks like no one has one, though spotto for an old daily newspaper!
Spotto for a fan (ceiling, handheld, decorative, etc.).
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay.
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's pow'r
When we were gone astray.
Spotto! I have a tiny decorative fan in a frame, painted with what looks like a Chinese- or Japanese-style artwork of two horses and their riders galloping madly — and on the back is the hand-written caption: The Horse and His Boy: "The flight from the Lion's roar" from the Chronicles of Narnia. I have no idea who painted it (the signature is unclear and I bought it second-hand from an online seller on Etsy), but it means a lot to me!
Spotto for a new calendar!
"Now you are a lioness," said Aslan. "And now all Narnia will be renewed."
(Prince Caspian)
Spotto! I'm drinking a packet latte!
Spotto for a book more than 30 years old !
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Spotto! I've got a copy of The Four Loves sitting here.
Spotto for a cable of some type.
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay.
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's pow'r
When we were gone astray.
Spotto! My phone's charger cable!
Spotto for an unusual mug.
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."