To: BlueCrab who wrote (8358 ) 3/2/1998 11:30:00 AM From: Rambi Read Replies (1) | Respond to
Rambi was awakened by the sound of a blood-curdling scream, so terrified and piercing that she almost fell out of the tree she'd climbed for a quick nap. She never slept well on airplanes and the long trip with all that excellent free Chardonnay added to the three day hike across the mountainous terrain had finally caught up with her. She stretched languorously, working the cramps and kinks from her strong, sinewy muscles, then swung gracefully from branch to branch to the ground, a technique she'd learned in her childhood days from the grey-cheeked Mandabeys with whom she'd played. She stopped for a moment to apply a bit of mascara and blusher and to brush her teeth. The one thing She Who Carps and Cavils had drilled into her was that one never appeared in public without make-up or clean teeth. It just wasn't acceptable. The sound of cheers and the triumphant cackle of a chicken with a surprisingly deep voice caused her to forego the second coat of mascara. She made her way to a gap in the vegetation and peered through.was impressive in his ability to speak some interminably compulsive form of autodidactic English, and whom, she must admit, she found slightly cute in an ablutophobic way), seemed to have undergone a strange and surreal transformation while she slept. A large metal object now occupied a majority of the front yard. Through the open door in its side she could see a vast, mysterious array of buttons and knobs. Standing next to this peculiar form was an elite looking woman in designer jeans, attempting to appear aloof and blas‚ as she gazed around her. Unfortunately the effect was ruined by her manicure, which was sadly chipped and really a disgrace. In the doorway stood the caterpillar-eyed woman, who seemed to be tout nu , revealing a remarkable amount of her cafe au lait exterior with a wondrous lack of self-consciousness.
