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Bonnie Catches a Snake
We were in Australia waiting for an hour to pass before we drove onto a
ferry to cross a river. Nearby, here was this funny ramshackle houe with a sign outside that said 'come in, all sorts for sale' Who could resist that! Therein lived a strange young couple. The girl, who was dressed in some amazing colours, seized us with the fervour of someone dying of thirst glimpsing an oasis in the desert. "We are collectors of stuffed toys," she informed us. And so they were. There was very little furniture but the stuffed toys were stacked in every room. They had them arranged in tableaus - scores of teddy bears, Momma dolls, banks of lions, tigers, you name it. "We go to the city to get them" her even stranger partner informed us. He seemed to be dressed in rags and his stringy hair had never seen a comb or water. Finally we got to the last room - where they sold their stuffed toys! They were just a few rejects I suspect as I couldn't see them bearing to part with many of the main treasures. "I make a lot of these," she said proudly. I had to buy something, they seemed so sweet and they had no money. She even offered us a cup of coffee! We told them we were New Zealanders and they began speculating what the stuffed toys were like over there. I finally settled on the snake door-stop. It was hideous. It was very light, perfect for packing in a travel bag. It had a big snake-like head with eyes made from buttons - two large buttons for the eyes and two more large green buttons formed half hoods over the main eyes. There was a little red tongue made of felt. Bonnie fell in love with the snake the first time she saw it. She dragged it through the house, even though it was so light it was still quite a stuggle for a small kitten. She fought it, slept with it, rolled on it and managed to trip us up on a regular basis by leaving it across doorways Clyde ignored the whole scenario - snakes were not his thing! She finally managed to lose it somewhere in the house and only re-discovered it this morning. I saw her out of the corner of my eye as I read the paper. She was putting on the performance of her life. She somersaulted, pounced, rolled, bit, scratched, and went from one end of the house to the other. She went over tables under chairs, over chesterfields, around beds. She wandered off after a while, looking completely satisfied. The snake had been finally murdered. I soon found out why. The snake could not stand the pummelling from a fully grown cat. Bonnie had ripped it open. The snake's innards were made from that light polystyrene and was in powdery fragments the size of large pin-heads. It looked as if a snow-storm had struck the house from one end to the other. As I prepared myself for the unwanted task of vacuum cleaning the whole house I wondered what the odd girl in Australia would have thought. It wasn't much of an end for her lovingly constructed masterpiece! Bev -- I believe in an open mind, but not so open that your brains fall out. |
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On Thu, 08 Jan 2004 10:27:04 +1300, Bev wrote:
We were in Australia waiting for an hour to pass before we drove onto a ferry to cross a river. Nearby, here was this funny ramshackle houe with a sign outside that said 'come in, all sorts for sale' Who could resist that! Therein lived a strange young couple. The girl, who was dressed in some amazing colours, seized us with the fervour of someone dying of thirst glimpsing an oasis in the desert. "We are collectors of stuffed toys," she informed us. And so they were. There was very little furniture but the stuffed toys were stacked in every room. They had them arranged in tableaus - scores of teddy bears, Momma dolls, banks of lions, tigers, you name it. "We go to the city to get them" her even stranger partner informed us. He seemed to be dressed in rags and his stringy hair had never seen a comb or water. Finally we got to the last room - where they sold their stuffed toys! They were just a few rejects I suspect as I couldn't see them bearing to part with many of the main treasures. "I make a lot of these," she said proudly. I had to buy something, they seemed so sweet and they had no money. She even offered us a cup of coffee! We told them we were New Zealanders and they began speculating what the stuffed toys were like over there. I finally settled on the snake door-stop. It was hideous. It was very light, perfect for packing in a travel bag. It had a big snake-like head with eyes made from buttons - two large buttons for the eyes and two more large green buttons formed half hoods over the main eyes. There was a little red tongue made of felt. Bonnie fell in love with the snake the first time she saw it. She dragged it through the house, even though it was so light it was still quite a stuggle for a small kitten. She fought it, slept with it, rolled on it and managed to trip us up on a regular basis by leaving it across doorways Clyde ignored the whole scenario - snakes were not his thing! She finally managed to lose it somewhere in the house and only re-discovered it this morning. I saw her out of the corner of my eye as I read the paper. She was putting on the performance of her life. She somersaulted, pounced, rolled, bit, scratched, and went from one end of the house to the other. She went over tables under chairs, over chesterfields, around beds. She wandered off after a while, looking completely satisfied. The snake had been finally murdered. I soon found out why. The snake could not stand the pummelling from a fully grown cat. Bonnie had ripped it open. The snake's innards were made from that light polystyrene and was in powdery fragments the size of large pin-heads. It looked as if a snow-storm had struck the house from one end to the other. As I prepared myself for the unwanted task of vacuum cleaning the whole house I wondered what the odd girl in Australia would have thought. It wasn't much of an end for her lovingly constructed masterpiece! Bev The snake sounds like an ideal toy. Maybe you could persuade the girl to market them and start a business -- I envision those snakes being sold to cat lovers all over the world. |
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Wow, Bonnie is fearless!
Best wishes, -- Polonca & Soncek "Bev" wrote in message ... snip Bonnie fell in love with the snake the first time she saw it. She dragged it through the house, even though it was so light it was still quite a stuggle for a small kitten. She fought it, slept with it, rolled on it and managed to trip us up on a regular basis by leaving it across doorways Clyde ignored the whole scenario - snakes were not his thing! She finally managed to lose it somewhere in the house and only re-discovered it this morning. I saw her out of the corner of my eye as I read the paper. She was putting on the performance of her life. She somersaulted, pounced, rolled, bit, scratched, and went from one end of the house to the other. She went over tables under chairs, over chesterfields, around beds. She wandered off after a while, looking completely satisfied. The snake had been finally murdered. I soon found out why. The snake could not stand the pummelling from a fully grown cat. Bonnie had ripped it open. The snake's innards were made from that light polystyrene and was in powdery fragments the size of large pin-heads. It looked as if a snow-storm had struck the house from one end to the other. As I prepared myself for the unwanted task of vacuum cleaning the whole house I wondered what the odd girl in Australia would have thought. It wasn't much of an end for her lovingly constructed masterpiece! Bev -- I believe in an open mind, but not so open that your brains fall out. |
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"m. L. Briggs" wrote:
On Thu, 08 Jan 2004 10:27:04 +1300, Bev wrote: We were in Australia waiting for an hour to pass before we drove onto a ferry to cross a river. Nearby, here was this funny ramshackle houe with a sign outside that said 'come in, all sorts for sale' Who could resist that! Therein lived a strange young couple. The girl, who was dressed in some amazing colours, seized us with the fervour of someone dying of thirst glimpsing an oasis in the desert. "We are collectors of stuffed toys," she informed us. And so they were. There was very little furniture but the stuffed toys were stacked in every room. They had them arranged in tableaus - scores of teddy bears, Momma dolls, banks of lions, tigers, you name it. "We go to the city to get them" her even stranger partner informed us. He seemed to be dressed in rags and his stringy hair had never seen a comb or water. Finally we got to the last room - where they sold their stuffed toys! They were just a few rejects I suspect as I couldn't see them bearing to part with many of the main treasures. "I make a lot of these," she said proudly. I had to buy something, they seemed so sweet and they had no money. She even offered us a cup of coffee! We told them we were New Zealanders and they began speculating what the stuffed toys were like over there. I finally settled on the snake door-stop. It was hideous. It was very light, perfect for packing in a travel bag. It had a big snake-like head with eyes made from buttons - two large buttons for the eyes and two more large green buttons formed half hoods over the main eyes. There was a little red tongue made of felt. Bonnie fell in love with the snake the first time she saw it. She dragged it through the house, even though it was so light it was still quite a stuggle for a small kitten. She fought it, slept with it, rolled on it and managed to trip us up on a regular basis by leaving it across doorways Clyde ignored the whole scenario - snakes were not his thing! She finally managed to lose it somewhere in the house and only re-discovered it this morning. I saw her out of the corner of my eye as I read the paper. She was putting on the performance of her life. She somersaulted, pounced, rolled, bit, scratched, and went from one end of the house to the other. She went over tables under chairs, over chesterfields, around beds. She wandered off after a while, looking completely satisfied. The snake had been finally murdered. I soon found out why. The snake could not stand the pummelling from a fully grown cat. Bonnie had ripped it open. The snake's innards were made from that light polystyrene and was in powdery fragments the size of large pin-heads. It looked as if a snow-storm had struck the house from one end to the other. As I prepared myself for the unwanted task of vacuum cleaning the whole house I wondered what the odd girl in Australia would have thought. It wasn't much of an end for her lovingly constructed masterpiece! Bev The snake sounds like an ideal toy. Maybe you could persuade the girl to market them and start a business -- I envision those snakes being sold to cat lovers all over the world. They would have to be made out of more durable material though, lol, cat-proof. Bev -- |
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On Wed, 7 Jan 2004 13:27:04 -0800, Bev wrote
(in message ): At least she could take comfort from the fact that her snake brought some real pleasure and joy into the life of Bonnie. We were in Australia waiting for an hour to pass before we drove onto a ferry to cross a river. Nearby, here was this funny ramshackle houe with a sign outside that said 'come in, all sorts for sale' Who could resist that! Therein lived a strange young couple. The girl, who was dressed in some amazing colours, seized us with the fervour of someone dying of thirst glimpsing an oasis in the desert. "We are collectors of stuffed toys," she informed us. And so they were. There was very little furniture but the stuffed toys were stacked in every room. They had them arranged in tableaus - scores of teddy bears, Momma dolls, banks of lions, tigers, you name it. "We go to the city to get them" her even stranger partner informed us. He seemed to be dressed in rags and his stringy hair had never seen a comb or water. Finally we got to the last room - where they sold their stuffed toys! They were just a few rejects I suspect as I couldn't see them bearing to part with many of the main treasures. "I make a lot of these," she said proudly. I had to buy something, they seemed so sweet and they had no money. She even offered us a cup of coffee! We told them we were New Zealanders and they began speculating what the stuffed toys were like over there. I finally settled on the snake door-stop. It was hideous. It was very light, perfect for packing in a travel bag. It had a big snake-like head with eyes made from buttons - two large buttons for the eyes and two more large green buttons formed half hoods over the main eyes. There was a little red tongue made of felt. Bonnie fell in love with the snake the first time she saw it. She dragged it through the house, even though it was so light it was still quite a stuggle for a small kitten. She fought it, slept with it, rolled on it and managed to trip us up on a regular basis by leaving it across doorways Clyde ignored the whole scenario - snakes were not his thing! She finally managed to lose it somewhere in the house and only re-discovered it this morning. I saw her out of the corner of my eye as I read the paper. She was putting on the performance of her life. She somersaulted, pounced, rolled, bit, scratched, and went from one end of the house to the other. She went over tables under chairs, over chesterfields, around beds. She wandered off after a while, looking completely satisfied. The snake had been finally murdered. I soon found out why. The snake could not stand the pummelling from a fully grown cat. Bonnie had ripped it open. The snake's innards were made from that light polystyrene and was in powdery fragments the size of large pin-heads. It looked as if a snow-storm had struck the house from one end to the other. As I prepared myself for the unwanted task of vacuum cleaning the whole house I wondered what the odd girl in Australia would have thought. It wasn't much of an end for her lovingly constructed masterpiece! Bev |
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Bev wrote
She wandered off after a while, looking completely satisfied. The snake had been finally murdered. I soon found out why. The snake could not stand the pummelling from a fully grown cat. Bonnie had ripped it open. The snake's innards were made from that light polystyrene and was in powdery fragments the size of large pin-heads. It looked as if a snow-storm had struck the house from one end to the other. As I prepared myself for the unwanted task of vacuum cleaning the whole house I wondered what the odd girl in Australia would have thought. It wasn't much of an end for her lovingly constructed masterpiece! You are just going to have to go back and buy a dozen! -- David Stevenson Storypage: http://blakjak.com/sty_menu.htm Liverpool, England, UK Emails welcome Nanki Poo: SI Bp+W B 10 Y L+ W++ C+ I T+ A- E H++ V- F Q P B+ PA+ PL+ SC Minke: SI W+Cp B 1 Y++ L-- W- C+ |
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I'd say Bonnie got your money's worth from that snake. ;-)
-- Joy Life is what happens to you while you are planning to do something else. "Bev" wrote in message ... We were in Australia waiting for an hour to pass before we drove onto a ferry to cross a river. Nearby, here was this funny ramshackle houe with a sign outside that said 'come in, all sorts for sale' Who could resist that! Therein lived a strange young couple. The girl, who was dressed in some amazing colours, seized us with the fervour of someone dying of thirst glimpsing an oasis in the desert. "We are collectors of stuffed toys," she informed us. And so they were. There was very little furniture but the stuffed toys were stacked in every room. They had them arranged in tableaus - scores of teddy bears, Momma dolls, banks of lions, tigers, you name it. "We go to the city to get them" her even stranger partner informed us. He seemed to be dressed in rags and his stringy hair had never seen a comb or water. Finally we got to the last room - where they sold their stuffed toys! They were just a few rejects I suspect as I couldn't see them bearing to part with many of the main treasures. "I make a lot of these," she said proudly. I had to buy something, they seemed so sweet and they had no money. She even offered us a cup of coffee! We told them we were New Zealanders and they began speculating what the stuffed toys were like over there. I finally settled on the snake door-stop. It was hideous. It was very light, perfect for packing in a travel bag. It had a big snake-like head with eyes made from buttons - two large buttons for the eyes and two more large green buttons formed half hoods over the main eyes. There was a little red tongue made of felt. Bonnie fell in love with the snake the first time she saw it. She dragged it through the house, even though it was so light it was still quite a stuggle for a small kitten. She fought it, slept with it, rolled on it and managed to trip us up on a regular basis by leaving it across doorways Clyde ignored the whole scenario - snakes were not his thing! She finally managed to lose it somewhere in the house and only re-discovered it this morning. I saw her out of the corner of my eye as I read the paper. She was putting on the performance of her life. She somersaulted, pounced, rolled, bit, scratched, and went from one end of the house to the other. She went over tables under chairs, over chesterfields, around beds. She wandered off after a while, looking completely satisfied. The snake had been finally murdered. I soon found out why. The snake could not stand the pummelling from a fully grown cat. Bonnie had ripped it open. The snake's innards were made from that light polystyrene and was in powdery fragments the size of large pin-heads. It looked as if a snow-storm had struck the house from one end to the other. As I prepared myself for the unwanted task of vacuum cleaning the whole house I wondered what the odd girl in Australia would have thought. It wasn't much of an end for her lovingly constructed masterpiece! Bev -- I believe in an open mind, but not so open that your brains fall out. |
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Bev saw Sally selling seashells by the seashore and told us all about
it on Thu, 08 Jan 2004 10:27:04 +1300: She wandered off after a while, looking completely satisfied. The snake had been finally murdered. I soon found out why. The snake could not stand the pummelling from a fully grown cat. Bonnie had ripped it open. The snake's innards were made from that light polystyrene and was in powdery fragments the size of large pin-heads. It looked as if a snow-storm had struck the house from one end to the other. As I prepared myself for the unwanted task of vacuum cleaning the whole house I wondered what the odd girl in Australia would have thought. It wasn't much of an end for her lovingly constructed masterpiece! But it made Bonnie so very very happy -- Karen AKA Kajikit Here kitty kitty kitty... visit http://www.catslaves.org! Come and visit my part of the web: Kajikit's Corner: http://www.kajikitscorner.com Allergyfree Eating Recipe Swap: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Allergyfree_Eating Ample Aussies Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ampleaussies/ |
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Bev wrote:
She wandered off after a while, looking completely satisfied. The snake had been finally murdered. I soon found out why. The snake could not stand the pummelling from a fully grown cat. Bonnie had ripped it open. The snake's innards were made from that light polystyrene and was in powdery fragments the size of large pin-heads. It looked as if a snow-storm had struck the house from one end to the other. As I prepared myself for the unwanted task of vacuum cleaning the whole house I wondered what the odd girl in Australia would have thought. It wasn't much of an end for her lovingly constructed masterpiece! You scared me at first. I didn't know that New Zealand doesn't have snakes. That makes it my kind of place:-) I couldn't understand how you could be so cheerful about Bonnie taking on a serpent. My crew has fallen in love with and disappeared a cloth draft stop that looks like a calico cat with and incredibly long body and tail. I used it on both doors and windows, but Pine Cone decided it was out to get someone and made off with it. The last time I saw it, Huey and Squeakers were arguing over who got to kill it next. I walked over to get it from the cats, and Huey ran down the hall towing it behind him. I finally decided that the cats were having too much fun, and I could live with a slight intake of air from the front door. Pam S. |
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Tanada wrote:
Bev wrote: She wandered off after a while, looking completely satisfied. The snake had been finally murdered. I soon found out why. The snake could not stand the pummelling from a fully grown cat. Bonnie had ripped it open. The snake's innards were made from that light polystyrene and was in powdery fragments the size of large pin-heads. It looked as if a snow-storm had struck the house from one end to the other. As I prepared myself for the unwanted task of vacuum cleaning the whole house I wondered what the odd girl in Australia would have thought. It wasn't much of an end for her lovingly constructed masterpiece! You scared me at first. I didn't know that New Zealand doesn't have snakes. That makes it my kind of place:-) I couldn't understand how you could be so cheerful about Bonnie taking on a serpent. My crew has fallen in love with and disappeared a cloth draft stop that looks like a calico cat with and incredibly long body and tail. I used it on both doors and windows, but Pine Cone decided it was out to get someone and made off with it. The last time I saw it, Huey and Squeakers were arguing over who got to kill it next. I walked over to get it from the cats, and Huey ran down the hall towing it behind him. I finally decided that the cats were having too much fun, and I could live with a slight intake of air from the front door. Pam S. Pam, It's interesting that cats universally seem to like these long door stops. We don't have any nasty spiders to speak of here either Bev -- I believe in an open mind, but not so open that your brains fall out. |
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