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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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vegmb
Jan. 27th, 2005 09:14 pm (UTC)
The deep wet tangle of the elastic spine enveloped me. I struggled to free myself only to find I held the child too far away.
gamiila
Jan. 27th, 2005 09:23 pm (UTC)
Stalwardly he drank his tea, stealthily eying the competition. She stood on tiptoes and reached out across the bronze-hued ocean, answering the blood red cockle-shell in shrill diatribe.

How could he treat a poor maiden so?
vegmb
Jan. 27th, 2005 09:25 pm (UTC)
The geyser spewed forth and the flowers rained down, punching great holes into the earth where they fell.
gamiila
Jan. 27th, 2005 09:29 pm (UTC)
And all is reverent where Isis passes...
vegmb
Jan. 27th, 2005 09:33 pm (UTC)
Durning the witching hour the moon shall rise in four places and the hour glass shall burst spilling sand until the sun's arrival.
gamiila
Jan. 27th, 2005 09:42 pm (UTC)
Truly: I wasn't meant for secrets like these. Chinese whispers and sardines is all a girl can take on any given Sunday.
vegmb
Jan. 27th, 2005 09:45 pm (UTC)
By Tuesday afternoon the campers will all be naked and the powdered sugar will be gone. How will we entertain ourselves then?
gamiila
Jan. 27th, 2005 09:50 pm (UTC)
Yes, but sparrows live, and they don't have a culture.
vegmb
Jan. 27th, 2005 09:54 pm (UTC)
The stones were stacked in deadly rows from your house to mine. How can we be the best of friends when our houses are such foes?
gamiila
Jan. 27th, 2005 10:02 pm (UTC)
Create a diversion, then talk of red, gold and green chameleons playing cards. If that doesn't help, the crocodile's tears will.
vegmb
Jan. 27th, 2005 10:34 pm (UTC)
And playing hopscotch on the hallowed ground, the girls began to fight. The one with frog legs scampered off to get her lolipop sword.