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Pastimes : Muffy's Story: A Short Story Game for Would Be Authors -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: scion who wrote (408)	5/23/2001 1:30:03 AM
From: TEDennis	Respond to of 766

[Editor's note: Sorry, guys. We have to ditch the jellyfish. There are only 3 trained jellyfish in the world, and they're all booked for the next 6 months for filming of the underwater version of "Treasure of the Sierra Madres". The people funding our flick don't want to risk the success of their movie on an untrained jellyfish. We could use the shark from Jaws, but he's a little banged up after that last run-in with electricity. How about an octopus? I'll check with Harry over at Harry's Trained Sealife to see if that one they caught off the Barrier Reef is through its training exercises yet.]

To: scion who wrote (408)	5/23/2001 1:52:19 AM
From: TEDennis	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 766

... Precious regained consciousness in the grasp of some very strong arms. "What the heck?", said Precious. "I count more than two arms. Let's see. That's one, two, three, four, five ..." The octopus dumped her unceremoniously in front of a hamster that was eyeing her carefully. He was sitting behind his desk (it's a cute little thing, complete with a credenza). On his desk was a name plate that said "Erroll", and behind his desk was a large picture of him. That picture must have been the model they used for the tattoo on the bartender's arm. "Hello, young lady. My name is Erroll, and my title is PEST Control. I'm in charge of this operation. If you ever need anything, just ask me. You can count on me." Precious was stunned. Not because she was being talked to by a hamster. And, a cute little bugger he was. No, she was stunned because of the expensive furnishings in his office. This was obviously a first class operation. She began counting the pencils in his pocket protector. Of course, they were little hamster sized pencils in a little hamster sized pocket protector. How cute! The door opened, and in walked a mountain of a man accompanied by another young lady. She noticed the emblem on the back of the man's leather flight jacket. Why, that's another picture of Erroll! What's that say underneath it? Looks like "PEST". Precious lost track of the count of pencils. "Hey, that's the gal I met earlier today", thought Precious. "What's her name? Muffin, or Bagels, or something like that." The man raised his eyebrow when he saw Precious. "Who are you?", he asked in a rude tone. Precious immediately picked up on that New York attitude he had. "I'm Precious", she said. "Leave it to me to decide how valuable you are", he said. "No, that's my name", she responded. "Hi, there, uh .. sorry, your name again?", Precious asked the young lady. "Muffy", said Muffy. "And this is Bugs Pond", she said as she patted that hunk of a man on his bulging arm. Muffy snickered as Precious began counting the number of belt loops around Bugs' waist band. She then turned her attention to the hamster sitting behind the desk. "This is unreal", thought Muffy. "First, I have this wild dream about a talking mouse called Ben. Now, I'm standing here looking at a hamster sitting behind a desk. From the nameplate, I take it this hamsters name is "Erroll". Ridiculous! I'm hallucinating. Just like Rear was when he was losing all that blood. I wonder how he's getting along in that animal hospital? But, that's not important right now." "This is crazy. I've just gotta' quit using that artificial sweetener in my coffee", said Muffy, aloud. Bugs snarled at her for speaking without being spoken to. Bugs Pond snapped to attention in front of his boss, Erroll, the PEST Control. He saluted him smartly. Erroll half-heartedly returned the salute, thinking "These ex-military guys never get that out of their system, do they?" "Targets acquired and delivered, sir!", said Bugs. "It's about time!", said Erroll. "Now, ..."