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To: Goose94 who wrote (8)2/2/2009 6:56:26 PM
From: E. Charters  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 11
 
Who knows? It is not as if they produce an announcement every other day.

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Perhaps they are like a sleeping lion. Deceptively somnolent, basking in the noonday sun, like a giant shaggy yellow brick in the dusty lonely road that weaves across the endless grassy plain in far off Zambia ....

ONLY SUDDENLY TO SPRING, ROARING, SLAVERING, ALL AT ONCE A THING OF MALEVOLENT ACTION IN EVERY SINEW, BOUNDING WITH ONE GREAT LEAP UPON THE POOR HELPLESS GOLDEN GAZELLE WHO HAD STRAYED TOO CLOSE TO THIS UNTRUSTWORTHY, BLOOD CRAZED BEAST OF PREY! THEY PAWS REACH OUT, AND TRAP THE NECK OF THE HAPLESS DEER. FANGS SINK INTO ITS NECK AND THE GOLDEN HOOFED CREATURE IS DRAGGED INTO THE DUST. THE GOLDEN GAZELLE STRUGGLES VALIANTLY, THRASHING ABOUT WITH ITS LEGS IN THE AIR, BUT IT IS FAR TOO LATE. IT IS TRAPPED IN THE STEEL JAWS AND RAILROAD SPIKE TEETH OF THE HUNGRY GIANT, MORE FORCE A OF EVIL AND DARKNESS THAN MERE FLESH AND BLOOD! CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH, THE GAZELLE IS DEVOURED BEFORE ONE'S EYES, BONES SPLINTERING, SCREAMING, BLOOD SPURTING ON THE SAVANNAH, AS ITS FELLOWS IN THE HERD LOOK HELPLESSLY ON. "EEEEEQYYYAAAH, SCREEEEAHH, GARRREAAGA", THE LION MUNCHES, TEARS, BITES, ROARS AND GULPS DOWN HIS MEAL IN MERE MINUTES. FINALLY, REPLETE, HE BURPS LOUDLY WHILE LICKING HIS BLOODY JAWS AND PAWS IN A MOST SATISFIED WAY, SHOWING HIS LONG AND LANGUROUS TONGUE AS IF HE WERE BUT A LARGER VERSION OF A TABBY CAT AT A BOWL OF MILK. ANOTHER GOLDEN GAZELLLE HAS MET HIS ANCESTORS IN WAYWARD DEER HEAVEN, JOINING A LINE LEADING EONS BACK TO THE ETERNAL BEGINNING OF THE CYCLE OF PREY AND PREDATOR. THE LION SLIPS INTO TORPOR ONCE AGAIN, ITS SIDES AT FIRST HEAVING IN DEEP GASPS, THEN AFTER A WHILE HIS RESPIRATION SUBSIDES AND PEACE REIGNS. STILLNESS IS THE ONCE AGAIN THE DOMINANT AIR OF THE LAND. ONE FIERCE EYE OF THE GREAT CAT DARTS LAZILY, SUSPICIOUSLY UNDER A HALF CLOSED LID, WHILE THE KING OF ALL THAT HE SURVEYS WAITS FOR THE HERD TO LOSE CAUTION ONCE AGAIN, DRIFTING HEAD DOWN, GRAZING EVER CLOSER TO SUCCULENT GRASSES, CLOSER, CLOSER, FAR TOO CLOSE TO THE LION'S LAIR.

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who knows? maybe ... maybe...