Out of desperation you straing to remember any sort of catchy or wierd tunes that you might have heard- even from your owner! (And where was she? Oh yeah, she booked you on this nice restful vacation didn't she...)
"Carreee me back to the lone praiirriiiee... " you switch lyrics, even make up your own... "...where the deer and the spotted lupes all play... where seldom is heard a purple and green bird, and please put me down before I croak!"
The lupes' only response is laughter as they poke you with their spears. They reach the volcano rim and start to follow a path into it. You would be frantic with worry, but you've stopped singing.
Since you're the only one lookin up (though not by choice) you suddenly realize you're the only that's noticed that...
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Scriptfox |
Written on
January 14th, 2003 at 09:50 PM |