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

To: Josef Svejk who wrote (273)	8/17/1998 9:11:00 AM
From: Solon	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 766

Mex had bought a bottle of whiskey off one of the vendors and was quickly becoming a huge hit with the crowd. At this point he was standing on his head and his trousers had fell up and around his neck. He was a real hoot! The crowd was roaring!! ... Destiny was trying to bring Muffy and Mex together--possibly only for alliterative purposes. Fate, however, was determined to keep this longed for union apart... WHOOOSSHH!!! A large webbed appendix plucked our tiny heroine off the ground and its possessor strode rapidly out of sight behind a series of large hills. So rapidly did the incident occur, that onlookers could only say: "What was that?", "did you hear something?", "Is there a smell here?", "hey!! What happened to the tart?! Where did she go!?" The only other evidence of an extraordinary occurrence: a single huge feather stuck in the brie cheese! Meanwhile, in a space craft circling a large blue ball... Muffy looked into the saddest (yet most compassionate) eyes she had ever seen! She remembered absolutely nothing about the last several hours. It had been a true fugue state, after all! Someone had dressed her (we may presume lovingly) in adorable pink pajamas which effectively muted and tempered her womanly qualities and left an innocent,hurting, needful little girl; a little girl transfixed by wonderful eyes that seemed to peer into her very soul; eyes that seemed to say: "I know all you have ever thought, all you have ever done, all you have ever been--and still I love you. I do not love you because of what you have been; I love you because I choose to understand you. Wow! Muffy thought! Wow! Muffy thought again! This was ESP!! The fact that this creature was a 12 foot chicken did not seem important to her at all. Physical characteristics did not seem relevant or consequential. The creature was speaking to a companion: "Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, BAWK, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, BAWK!!" The companion (slightly smaller and with iridescent tail feathers--audacious and presumptuous, yet somehow quite attractive) was responding: "bawk, BAWK BAWK BAWK; bawk, BAWK BAWK BAWK""!! Muff began to converse with them: "bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk"...in halting immature phrases. Hey!! This was stupid!! She was using dyslexic speech. She took a deep breath and tried again, and this time she got it right! "bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk?" (The gentle reader will not be surprised if Mex turns up here somewhere! Probably still standing on his head! Destiny will sometimes not be denied; nor will writers that become attached to a passion (and a vision) of true, true, true, true love...)!