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

To: Roo who wrote (425)	6/4/2001 7:04:56 PM
From: TEDennis	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 766

[Editor's note: "Milling masses"? I love the alliteration (it sounds so phonetically fluid).] Meanwhile ... Muffy was having a pout, disappointed at her new manly hunk, Bugs. "Hmmmpf!", thought Muffy. "He deserts me to play traffic cop. I'll teach him a thing or three." She grinned for a moment, as she wondered what Precious would have to say about her twist on numbers. "I wonder if she ever got out of that animal hospital?", wondered Muffy. "Probably not. I'll bet she's still trying to count the flies around Erroll." Muffy shifted her position on the phone booth bench, where she had taken a seat to get out of the way of all those panic stricken people on their way to wherever Bugs had directed them. She looked at the hand-written notes on the phone book. "For a good time, call 555-1212". She thought about that for a second, but since she didn't know the area code, she decided to let it go. She'd still have an opportunity to have a good time with Bugs as soon as he finished his good-doobie effort as volunteer traffic-cop. Speaking of cops, she recognized one of the bikers who passed by the phone booth as the motorcycle cop she kept running into. For some reason, she briefly thought of Mars. But, right then ... Rear Admiral burst through the door of the black building, pushing aside Bugs Pond. He was carrying something on his shoulder. "Oh, my!", thought Muffy. "Bugs isn't going to like that." Bugs Pond, being unaccustomed to being pushed around, grabbed Rear by the neck and slammed him up against the wall. Rear screamed, as his almost-healed neck wound began gushing blood again. Precious regained consciousness just as Rear was slumping to the floor. She immediately sized up the situation, realized how dangerous her plight was, and fainted again. Rear dumped her unceremoniously on the floor, then jammed his blood soaked engineer's hat back into the wound to stop the bleeding. Suddenly, the wall right next to Rear burst open, and in came a HamsterTank (tm) followed by a tounge (sic) flicking iguana. Up from the tank popped Erroll (aka PEST Control). "Well, now .... what have we here?", said PEST Control. Bugs started explaining the situation to his boss, when ...