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daddysgirl
19-Mar-06, 12:39
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 Jackanory
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A long, long time ago, in a world not too distant from our own, a battle for survival was about to begin.
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deejie
19-Mar-06, 14:23
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Enter figure, backlit...
He was not a young man, yet his features betrayed his great wealth of battle experience. He
wandered the grasslands of Kellock. Searching. Seeking. He felt that his quest was nearing it's
climax, that his destiny was to be fulfilled this day.
"Poochie!" he called. "Poooochie! Ah, come to me boy!"
His trusty mongrel leaped into his arms.
How he loved his whippet...
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above all else. but the ferrets down his trousers were becoming uncomfortable, but never the less with his flat cap tilted at a rakish angle, and his carrier pigeon on his shoulder he walked into the sunset to meet his destiny.
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dreamstomper
20-Mar-06, 08:06
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After walking for a while, he could hear a commotion somewhere in front of him, so in the failing light and using all his guile, he crept onward towards the noise, with his whippet following likewise as it had done many times before in the past, until they reached the hillock....
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deejie
21-Mar-06, 15:09
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On hands and knees now, he approached the crest. Finally, he glimpsed the awful, sickening
sight below. Obviously against his will, a bound man was being forced into a giant furry rabbit
suit. It was clear that the pair fully intended to abandon the rabbit-clad victim to the nocturnal
hill-foxes that notoriously swarmed across the area... But wait! Not content with sentencing the
manrabbit to certain death, or worse, the evil pair began inserting twigs of fireitch grass into the
costume.
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at which the man smiled....hang on, it was not torture but some sick sadistic game being played out, but for what purpose. Then the hand closed on my shoulder....
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daddysgirl
23-Mar-06, 11:51
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'scuse me mister, this yours? .. he spun round to be confronted by a fearful apparition, possibly human, maybe even female, he shuddered, whatever 'it' was, stood holding his precious carrier pidgeon... 'e fell off whiles back, fink its dead..
the man took his precious bird.. nah he's not dead, just passed out from all the alcholol he drinks, dumb bird!... the man moved to go, a whithered arm restrained him, wanna come back to my place i got me a nice fire a'goin, maybe we could....
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open a good bottle of brandy and try to revive the pigeon, if not it would make a nice pie! By the way is that your whippet? is it a a boy or a girl?, and are there ferrets in your trousers or are you just pleased to see me?
Our young hero smiled knowingly and thought the quest can wait, so arm in arm they walked off across the moor towards a dark forboding manor house on the hill (ominous music, thunder, lightning and the screech of an owl)........
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leo_london
24-Mar-06, 07:48
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As they neared the house, he began to wonder. Who was this mysterious stranger ? it was impossible to judge by the accent, which seemed to vary with every other sentence, and even the stranger's sex was indiscriminate. An actor perhaps ? that might explain the business of the man in the rabbit suit.
He did not wish to seem ungrateful, but he couldnt help feeling uneasy. He risked a sidelong glance at his new companion and had to stifle a gasp, there was something very familiar about those features, even beneath the now obvious make-up....
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deejie
24-Mar-06, 10:17
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"Mum? That you?"
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leo_london
25-Mar-06, 04:40
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" Of course it is darling " she replied, in a now familiar voice. "The department have been investigating this Bunny Cult for some time, and the last thing we need is you messing up our operations with your whippet and pigeon ".
Bunny Cult ? so all the rumours were true ? A chill ran down his spine, his mother, the department, he suddenly felt involved in something way over his head. If only half the rumours were true this Bunny Cult could be the greatest threat that mankind had ever faced...
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deejie
26-Mar-06, 00:26
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... since Monica Lewinsky's oval room antics...
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Once they reached the house he made his excuses and said he needed a shower, (did did all his best thinking in the shower) the mysterious stranger who looked his mum offered to hold the soap and the loofa for him!
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daddysgirl
27-Mar-06, 05:48
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Naturally, he declined, he really needed some thinking time. finally, after taking one last look, she left and he was alone again with only his trusty companions. The pidgeon, having sobered up a little, joined him for a quick rinse, while he contemplated the events of the day and the strange folk he had met along the way.....
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daddysgirl
05-Apr-06, 05:51
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a slamming door, jolted him back to reality. How long had he been here, where were his companions, he shivered, walked to the window to see his hosts walking back towards the crest. Having dressed, he made his way downstairs to be met by a farmyard commotion.. the ferrets were chasing some chickens, while Poochie was trying to mount a pig, and the dumb bird was downing yet more whisky! ....just then he noticed it was snowing, he opened the door in disbelief, it never snowed.... this wasnt snow, it was ash, as far as he knew, there were no volacnoes here, what was going on in this strange place. He put on his coat and cap, looked back at his sorry companions, his beloved dog, now sitting smoking a joint with the pig, the ferets, still going round in circles and his pidgeon, having fallen off the table, was trying to get inside the now empty whisky bottle... what ever awaited him beyond the crest, he would have to face alone....
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which he did.
Afterwards he found himself sitting in the sunshine reading a book and feeling pretty smug about it all. The sky darkened slightly. Looking up, expecting to see some cloud obscuring the light he was rather surprised to discover a balloon shaped object hovering above him. It was a balloon. Someone was waving from the basket. The fellow seemed to be holding some rope. Our hero surmised that he must want to tether the great thing to the ground. Shouting OK, the sitting hero promptly stood. The figure in the balloon threw the rope and it landed near Hero. Hero quickly gathered it up, wrapped a bit about himself and looked for an anchor point. Then the balloon rose. And rose. And rose. Unable to disentangle himself quickly enough and with an 'erk!' our hero was skyward bound and off......
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