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Ghastly Neekerbreeker
Join Date: Dec 2001
Location: the banks of the mighty Scioto
Posts: 1,751
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But one thing was missing to make his puppy-happiness complete. "Mother?" he whined, and receiving no answer, he decided that his dear mother must be playing some wonderful new game. So Bärky, Puppy Hound of the Mike, set out prancing down the street one his little puppy toes, wagging his plume-like fluffy puppy tail, all the while calling "Mother! Oh, dear Mother! Where are you?" It was Snoggert, the wise, old sewer rat, who finally could bear it no longer. Poking his grey, grizzled snout out of a discarded pile of used mead jars and sodden oboe reeds, he called softly but firmly to Bärky. "C'mere, kid. I got somethin' to tell ya..." *************** "MOTHERRRRRRRR! NNNNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" The piercing yelps leaped across the plains of Soreham, pulled a bank shot off the Ecru Mountains, dawdled along the Pretty Good River and finally slouched towards the Forest of Canned Corn. "Precioussss! They have violated the sacred rule of tale-telling!" Never off dogs or small children! This is sacrilege, Fluffy!" "The Itship must die!" [ September 11, 2003: Message edited by: Birdland ] |
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