Trila
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Anything Scottish, just for fun!
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SCOTLAND’S FAMOUS PURPLE REINDEER: McPRINCE
High among the misty mountains of Glencoe, roaming freely between heather, lochs and dramatic Highland weather, lives one of Scotland’s most unique and celebrated animals, the "Purple Reindeer" known as McPrince.
First recorded in "1999", McPrince has since become a global curiosity, with tourists flocking to the area in the hope of catching a glimpse of "the stag formerly known as elusive." His reputation only grew recently after being voted “the most beautiful deer in the world”, a title locals insist he’s been quietly aware of for years.
McPrince’s striking purple coat has long baffled wildlife experts. Early theories blamed rare minerals in Highland springs, ancient magic, or prolonged exposure to Highland mist, but modern researchers now believe it may simply be a rare genetic condition.
Approaching McPrince requires care. He will only allow visitors to come close if offered "raspberry berries", locally known as "Little Red Corvettes." Those who arrive without berries are warned that McPrince may "feel so blue", despite still being as purple as ever. Rangers also note that berries served with a little "cream" earn bonus approval and dramatically improve your chances of a successful encounter.
In recent years, some devoted visitors have gone further, leaving behind "diamonds and pearls" as offerings. This has sparked mild controversy, with rumours circulating that the gems mysteriously vanish overnight and that the rangers themselves may be keeping them. Officials have denied this repeatedly, though lead ranger "Mr Nelson" declined to comment while wearing what witnesses described as “a suspiciously new necklace.”
Visitors are also cautioned not to overfeed McPrince. After consuming too many Little Red Corvettes, he is known to become "delirious", entering a trance like state in which he gathers other deer and prances dramatically, as if to say, “baby, I’m a star.” These episodes often end with McPrince standing alone, motionless, while the others slowly back away.
In the height of the Scottish summer, despite it only lasting around two days, McPrince can often be seen to "play in the sunshine", fully aware that, as we know in Scotland, "sometimes it snows in April" and nothing should be taken for granted.
Despite repeated suggestions that he relocate to Edinburgh Zoo, McPrince has shown no interest in fences, feeding schedules or gift shops. He simply loves his "days of wild", roaming the Glencoe mountains freely, answering to no one, and remaining, as ever, Scotland’s most elusive purple icon.
Locals say that on still evenings, if you listen carefully, you may hear the soft echo of hooves across the mountains, carried on the wind like a distant tune.
This is what it sounds like…
"when deer prance".
High among the misty mountains of Glencoe, roaming freely between heather, lochs and dramatic Highland weather, lives one of Scotland’s most unique and celebrated animals, the "Purple Reindeer" known as McPrince.
First recorded in "1999", McPrince has since become a global curiosity, with tourists flocking to the area in the hope of catching a glimpse of "the stag formerly known as elusive." His reputation only grew recently after being voted “the most beautiful deer in the world”, a title locals insist he’s been quietly aware of for years.
McPrince’s striking purple coat has long baffled wildlife experts. Early theories blamed rare minerals in Highland springs, ancient magic, or prolonged exposure to Highland mist, but modern researchers now believe it may simply be a rare genetic condition.
Approaching McPrince requires care. He will only allow visitors to come close if offered "raspberry berries", locally known as "Little Red Corvettes." Those who arrive without berries are warned that McPrince may "feel so blue", despite still being as purple as ever. Rangers also note that berries served with a little "cream" earn bonus approval and dramatically improve your chances of a successful encounter.
In recent years, some devoted visitors have gone further, leaving behind "diamonds and pearls" as offerings. This has sparked mild controversy, with rumours circulating that the gems mysteriously vanish overnight and that the rangers themselves may be keeping them. Officials have denied this repeatedly, though lead ranger "Mr Nelson" declined to comment while wearing what witnesses described as “a suspiciously new necklace.”
Visitors are also cautioned not to overfeed McPrince. After consuming too many Little Red Corvettes, he is known to become "delirious", entering a trance like state in which he gathers other deer and prances dramatically, as if to say, “baby, I’m a star.” These episodes often end with McPrince standing alone, motionless, while the others slowly back away.
In the height of the Scottish summer, despite it only lasting around two days, McPrince can often be seen to "play in the sunshine", fully aware that, as we know in Scotland, "sometimes it snows in April" and nothing should be taken for granted.
Despite repeated suggestions that he relocate to Edinburgh Zoo, McPrince has shown no interest in fences, feeding schedules or gift shops. He simply loves his "days of wild", roaming the Glencoe mountains freely, answering to no one, and remaining, as ever, Scotland’s most elusive purple icon.
Locals say that on still evenings, if you listen carefully, you may hear the soft echo of hooves across the mountains, carried on the wind like a distant tune.
This is what it sounds like…
"when deer prance".
Veronica
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Mizmo
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- Wales
CHRISTMAS THREAT CONFIRMED
The Grinchaggis has awoken, and presents are at risk.
Wildlife officials, alongside a growing number of confused parents, have issued a seasonal warning following confirmed sightings of the Grinchaggis, a rare, green furred subspecies of Highland haggis with a deep rooted hatred of Christmas.
The Grinchaggis is believed to spend most of the year living high in remote Highland glens, avoiding human contact, festive music, and anything involving tinsel. However, as Christmas Day approaches, experts say increased levels of cheer, decoration, and public merriment trigger its annual descent into anger.
Under the cover of darkness, the Grinchaggis descends into villages, towns and cities, dragging a suspiciously large sack and attempting to steal children’s presents, decorations, stockings, and any loose items that appear festive in nature.
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Despite its best efforts, the Grinchaggis has never successfully cancelled Christmas in Scotland.
Reports suggest the Grinchaggis often returns to the hills by Christmas morning, burdened not with stolen goods, but with additional gifts of whisky and teacakes, forced upon it by overly generous local households.
Experts claim this sudden exposure to generosity causes a noticeable change in the Grinchaggis, with its heart reportedly growing several sizes larger by the end of the day.
Authorities advise the public to remain calm, secure presents where possible, and remember that Christmas has survived far worse, adding that "It usually returns everything by boxing day anyway.'
The Grinchaggis has awoken, and presents are at risk.
Wildlife officials, alongside a growing number of confused parents, have issued a seasonal warning following confirmed sightings of the Grinchaggis, a rare, green furred subspecies of Highland haggis with a deep rooted hatred of Christmas.
The Grinchaggis is believed to spend most of the year living high in remote Highland glens, avoiding human contact, festive music, and anything involving tinsel. However, as Christmas Day approaches, experts say increased levels of cheer, decoration, and public merriment trigger its annual descent into anger.
Under the cover of darkness, the Grinchaggis descends into villages, towns and cities, dragging a suspiciously large sack and attempting to steal children’s presents, decorations, stockings, and any loose items that appear festive in nature.
Reduced to 39% of original (1028 x 1540)
Despite its best efforts, the Grinchaggis has never successfully cancelled Christmas in Scotland.
Reports suggest the Grinchaggis often returns to the hills by Christmas morning, burdened not with stolen goods, but with additional gifts of whisky and teacakes, forced upon it by overly generous local households.
Experts claim this sudden exposure to generosity causes a noticeable change in the Grinchaggis, with its heart reportedly growing several sizes larger by the end of the day.
Authorities advise the public to remain calm, secure presents where possible, and remember that Christmas has survived far worse, adding that "It usually returns everything by boxing day anyway.'
Furryanimal
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- Wales
THE LEGENDARY MR MIHAGI
Protector of the Haggis.
Master of Dram Fu.
As January approaches and the annual Haggis Hunt looms in the run up to Burns Night, whispers from the glens tell of an unusual figure preparing the haggis population for what lies ahead.
Known as Mr Mihagi, this elderly but formidable haggis is widely believed by locals to be the greatest martial artist the Highlands has ever produced.
Short, stout, and shaped by a lifetime of survival in the glens, Mr Mihagi has spent decades perfecting an ancient defensive discipline passed down through generations of elusive Highland haggis. A discipline rooted not in aggression, but in balance, patience, and ancient Highland sense.
This January, he has taken on his greatest challenge yet, convincing an entire generation of haggis to take training seriously.
Deep within a secluded glen, hundreds of young haggis are reported to be undergoing intense daily exercises. To the untrained observer, it appears entirely nonsensical.
One group is instructed in a repetitive polishing routine “wax on, wax aff,” as Mr Mihagi calmly puts it, applied to rows of whisky bottles until the motion becomes instinctive.
Another group is assigned to sand the wooden floor of the shelter again and again “sand the flare,” as Mr Mihagi insists, until the motions and patience are learned the hard way.
A third is tasked with repainting a fence that runs along the glen path “paint the fence,” they are told, only to be made to start over when it is judged to be “still no right, haggi san.”
Others are sent out onto a small wooden boat on the loch, where they must maintain their footing as it rocks beneath them while practising slow, deliberate blocking techniques, learning to stay upright even when the ground itself refuses to cooperate.
The final group is made to balance on top of a fencepost on their short leg, then leap into a sudden jump kick before landing back on their longer leg and holding steady, a test that leaves most of them toppled into the grass while Mr Mihagi calmly notes that balance only matters if ye can keep it.
Confused recruits have been heard questioning the point of these tasks, only for Mr Mihagi to reply calmly, “Ye might not see the point at first,
but every daft task teaches yer body
the moves ye’ll need when it matters.”
Only later do the trainees realise the truth, the movements were never chores at all, but the foundations of blocking, deflection, and sudden counter headbutts delivered at knee height.
Advanced lessons include enduring the bite of midges without flinching. Running uphill into a headwind to strengthen the short leg.
And resisting the powerful pull of gravity when startled.
As Burns Night nears, hunters may believe they are heading into what they assume will be a straightforward seasonal hunting tradition.
What they don’t realise is that the glens are now home to disciplined haggis, calm, balanced, and prepared to defend themselves using timing, gravity, and the hunter’s own mistakes against them.
Mr Mihagi offers only one final thought ahead of Burns Night
“If ye keep yer balance, ye’ll keep yer hide
Protector of the Haggis.
Master of Dram Fu.
As January approaches and the annual Haggis Hunt looms in the run up to Burns Night, whispers from the glens tell of an unusual figure preparing the haggis population for what lies ahead.
Known as Mr Mihagi, this elderly but formidable haggis is widely believed by locals to be the greatest martial artist the Highlands has ever produced.
Short, stout, and shaped by a lifetime of survival in the glens, Mr Mihagi has spent decades perfecting an ancient defensive discipline passed down through generations of elusive Highland haggis. A discipline rooted not in aggression, but in balance, patience, and ancient Highland sense.
This January, he has taken on his greatest challenge yet, convincing an entire generation of haggis to take training seriously.
Deep within a secluded glen, hundreds of young haggis are reported to be undergoing intense daily exercises. To the untrained observer, it appears entirely nonsensical.
One group is instructed in a repetitive polishing routine “wax on, wax aff,” as Mr Mihagi calmly puts it, applied to rows of whisky bottles until the motion becomes instinctive.
Another group is assigned to sand the wooden floor of the shelter again and again “sand the flare,” as Mr Mihagi insists, until the motions and patience are learned the hard way.
A third is tasked with repainting a fence that runs along the glen path “paint the fence,” they are told, only to be made to start over when it is judged to be “still no right, haggi san.”
Others are sent out onto a small wooden boat on the loch, where they must maintain their footing as it rocks beneath them while practising slow, deliberate blocking techniques, learning to stay upright even when the ground itself refuses to cooperate.
The final group is made to balance on top of a fencepost on their short leg, then leap into a sudden jump kick before landing back on their longer leg and holding steady, a test that leaves most of them toppled into the grass while Mr Mihagi calmly notes that balance only matters if ye can keep it.
Confused recruits have been heard questioning the point of these tasks, only for Mr Mihagi to reply calmly, “Ye might not see the point at first,
but every daft task teaches yer body
the moves ye’ll need when it matters.”
Only later do the trainees realise the truth, the movements were never chores at all, but the foundations of blocking, deflection, and sudden counter headbutts delivered at knee height.
Advanced lessons include enduring the bite of midges without flinching. Running uphill into a headwind to strengthen the short leg.
And resisting the powerful pull of gravity when startled.
As Burns Night nears, hunters may believe they are heading into what they assume will be a straightforward seasonal hunting tradition.
What they don’t realise is that the glens are now home to disciplined haggis, calm, balanced, and prepared to defend themselves using timing, gravity, and the hunter’s own mistakes against them.
Mr Mihagi offers only one final thought ahead of Burns Night
“If ye keep yer balance, ye’ll keep yer hide
Trila
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RAF Jets Scrambled as Drunk Santa Flies Erratically Over Scotland
Ho ho… oh no.
Festive chaos swept the Highlands tonight as Santa Claus has reportedly been grounded mid round following what authorities are describing as “an excessive dram related incident” somewhere shortly after his first thousand Scottish houses.
Eyewitnesses across the north of the country reported Santa’s sleigh flying in what aviation experts later confirmed was a “zig zag pattern” swerving between glens, doubling back on itself, and briefly hovering motionless while someone in red was heard shouting “MON THEN!” into the night.
The situation escalated dramatically when stunned hillwalkers spotted Santa leaning over the edge of the sleigh and drunkenly relieving himself mid flight, leaving what has now been officially recorded as “a suspicious yellow streak” across the snow covered summit of Ben Nevis.
Multiple emergency calls prompted a joint response from Police Scotland and the Royal Air Force, who scrambled two RAF fighter jets after radar picked up “a sleigh performing unnecessarily erratic manoeuvres.”
Santa was eventually flagged down and forced to land on the A82, where baffled traffic officers conducted a roadside breathalyser while several reindeer stood silently, staring straight ahead and refusing to comment.
Test results confirmed Santa was over 100 times the legal flying limit for magical beings, leading officers to immediately ground him and issue a full Festive Flight Prohibition Notice.
Police Scotland confirmed that due to the severity of the reading, Santa was ordered to cease all remaining drop offs, leaving thousands of children across Scotland due to wake up tomorrow morning to confusion, disappointment, and the crushing realisation that Santa had “started Hogmanay far too early.”
Officials later suggested the incident may have been entirely predictable, citing Scotland’s long standing tradition of leaving a dram of whisky out for Santa alongside mince pies.
Investigators believe Santa may have gone overboard early into his journey, downing every dram in full rather than taking his usual polite sip, effectively turning what should have been a gentle festive nightcap into “a full airborne whisky tour by house number one thousand.”
Police Scotland issued a reminder that while Scottish hospitality is appreciated, “Santa is still required to pace himself,” and advised future households to consider leaving water, milk, or perhaps a sealed bottle he can take with him and enjoy after his one shift of the year has officially ended.
Santa has been taken to a nearby hospital to have his stomach pumped, marking the first time in recorded festive history he has officially been Ho Ho Hospitalised at Christmas
Ho ho… oh no.
Festive chaos swept the Highlands tonight as Santa Claus has reportedly been grounded mid round following what authorities are describing as “an excessive dram related incident” somewhere shortly after his first thousand Scottish houses.
Eyewitnesses across the north of the country reported Santa’s sleigh flying in what aviation experts later confirmed was a “zig zag pattern” swerving between glens, doubling back on itself, and briefly hovering motionless while someone in red was heard shouting “MON THEN!” into the night.
The situation escalated dramatically when stunned hillwalkers spotted Santa leaning over the edge of the sleigh and drunkenly relieving himself mid flight, leaving what has now been officially recorded as “a suspicious yellow streak” across the snow covered summit of Ben Nevis.
Multiple emergency calls prompted a joint response from Police Scotland and the Royal Air Force, who scrambled two RAF fighter jets after radar picked up “a sleigh performing unnecessarily erratic manoeuvres.”
Santa was eventually flagged down and forced to land on the A82, where baffled traffic officers conducted a roadside breathalyser while several reindeer stood silently, staring straight ahead and refusing to comment.
Test results confirmed Santa was over 100 times the legal flying limit for magical beings, leading officers to immediately ground him and issue a full Festive Flight Prohibition Notice.
Police Scotland confirmed that due to the severity of the reading, Santa was ordered to cease all remaining drop offs, leaving thousands of children across Scotland due to wake up tomorrow morning to confusion, disappointment, and the crushing realisation that Santa had “started Hogmanay far too early.”
Officials later suggested the incident may have been entirely predictable, citing Scotland’s long standing tradition of leaving a dram of whisky out for Santa alongside mince pies.
Investigators believe Santa may have gone overboard early into his journey, downing every dram in full rather than taking his usual polite sip, effectively turning what should have been a gentle festive nightcap into “a full airborne whisky tour by house number one thousand.”
Police Scotland issued a reminder that while Scottish hospitality is appreciated, “Santa is still required to pace himself,” and advised future households to consider leaving water, milk, or perhaps a sealed bottle he can take with him and enjoy after his one shift of the year has officially ended.
Santa has been taken to a nearby hospital to have his stomach pumped, marking the first time in recorded festive history he has officially been Ho Ho Hospitalised at Christmas