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Down the rabbit hole

I almost forgot to feed the giraffes this morning. Luckily, the bravest of them dared to swim right up to me as soon as I left the igloo, and by pointing his hoof at his mouth, turning in the water and rubbing his tummy, reminded me of my dereliction of duty; but it was a close call. I will have to do better tomorrow.

Meanwhile, the mummy of Wahibre Setepenre is still awaiting pick up in my shed. I want it moved, so that I can grow cabbages in its spot.

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gamiila
Jan. 27th, 2005 03:17 pm (UTC)
Ote ote ote
Ote ote
Boe
Oote oote oote boe
Oote oote boe oote oote boe

(Today's the First Annual LiveJournal Rabbit Hole Day, and nothing's supposed to make sense)
vegmb
Jan. 27th, 2005 03:20 pm (UTC)
I forgot. I'll have to think of something of my own for later.
gamiila
Jan. 27th, 2005 03:54 pm (UTC)
I didn't exactly remember, either...
vegmb
Jan. 27th, 2005 03:56 pm (UTC)
Then the prince said "yes" and the dog fired two shots.
gamiila
Jan. 27th, 2005 06:19 pm (UTC)
Mermaids licking ice cream cones in cherry-flavoured diners.
vegmb
Jan. 27th, 2005 07:20 pm (UTC)
He was slightly baffelled as he stepped out of the window pane and onto the sunny orange grass floating above the ground. How strange had been that other world in many hues of green.
gamiila
Jan. 27th, 2005 07:31 pm (UTC)
Though still the call of hummingbirds reverberated through the deep, enticing him to play! ;-)
vegmb
Jan. 27th, 2005 07:59 pm (UTC)
On gilded wings the ponies trod across the blurry sky. And whippoorwills in dancing shoes wished they too could fly.
gamiila
Jan. 27th, 2005 08:06 pm (UTC)
Early, before the sun, they clasp their children to their heaving breasts...for who can bear to be forgotten?
vegmb
Jan. 27th, 2005 08:18 pm (UTC)
The snow was warm and burned their toes as the sand dripped from the sky.
gamiila
Jan. 27th, 2005 08:47 pm (UTC)
While coffee stains spread obscuring the rosaries, the Winter King held forth on the relative importance of wearing ice shirts ubnderneath the bear rug.
vegmb
Jan. 27th, 2005 08:51 pm (UTC)
And ever have I longed to sit and cast upon the fire, sun and moon and star alike to dance upon that pyre.
gamiila
Jan. 27th, 2005 08:53 pm (UTC)
But will it work? So much is lost. The weeping willow casts its shadow overhead, and life once more begins.
vegmb
Jan. 27th, 2005 08:56 pm (UTC)
The cat was calling to me and I wanted not to go, but how could I refuse it when the clock turned back again?
gamiila
Jan. 27th, 2005 08:59 pm (UTC)
Impossible, when even 10 lords a-leapin' couldn't conquer the blue skies at the other end of summer.
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