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Truth or Fiction?
"MLB" wrote in message ... MeOwy wrote: Purrt 2 The sonorous rumbling of the group purring died off, as the members became aware, on the subliminal feline brain wave mechanism, little understood by men, of a confluence of happenings... Their mice had disappeared. There was a faint booming sound from the deep interior of the temple. And a long shadow was cast upon the group as if to divide it in half. They reacted as stalwarts unified, first glancing around to see where the mice went, then cocking ears toward the wierdly wondrous sound from the depths, then turning together, as a line of Zeigfeld girls would do, toward the source of the long shadow. It's you! they gasped as one. "Yesss", a raspy vocalization from out of the shadow half purred, half mrrrrbld. "It is me, Puddin'. Tis aye hoo called the Weague to gavver at duh Temple ob du Bast" It was the Puddymaster. He forthwith assigned roles, from left to right: You are the Purrmaster, you, the Mousemaster, you, the Undercovermaster, you the Hissmaster, er Hissmistress... and so on until each had been assigned a title and a role to play in... the necks venture ob da Weague! First order of business, proclaimed the Puddymaster, will be into the Sahara where a map will be drawn with an agile and adept claw...to create a clawmasterpiece of the purrmasterpawplan. And he led the motley crew into the Out. "Do gnot look into the Sun!" Puddymaster commanded. "Do not gaze at the sunrays! Do not look upon the sunspots on the sand!!" Too late. Nine stalwart puddytats had plopped languidly down, purring and lolling in the sunspots, turning their fuzzy tummies to the warmth of the Saharan sun. But only a slight delay, before the masters of mischuff and doom meet with their comeuppance at the paws of.... The Weague ob Eggstwordinary Puddytats! Next page, please! MLB and TuTu Whut hapint tu doze stawlwurt puddytatz???? Huh???? Den whut hapint? -- ,,,,, ,,,,, Pitô.ônya 0 0 wiff eeyz wiiiide |
Truth or Fiction?
On Tue, 25 Jan 2011 16:57:07 -0800 (PST), MeOwy's
nimble, little paws typed: But only a slight delay, before the masters of mischuff and doom meet with their comeuppance at the paws of.... The Weague ob Eggstwordinary Puddytats! Oh mine towz! Dis is furry innerestink! So what happenz nekst? -- Purrs, Mme. Anaïs “I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul.†Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 1/26/2011 6:56:20 PM |
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