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To: Tomato who wrote (379)	10/18/1998 9:56:00 AM
From: Crocodile	Respond to of 408

Crocodile quickly reached into the human-skin bag in which she carried her most valued possessions. "Tomato" she hissed... "I think thissssss calls for a celebration!" With that, she magically produced two elegant glasses and a bottle of 1995 Cline Ancient Vines Mourvedre which she had been saving for just such an occasion. "My goodness Croc!! You've still got that bottle??!!" the ripe red fruit asked incredulously. "Oh yesssssss... it has tempted me on many occasions... but I knew that there would come a time when I would need it," the Croc replied as she smiled slyly and poured the dark wine. "To another year of good hunting, Old Croc!" exclaimed the Tomato. "To another year of good finding, Tomato!" hissed the Croc as she savored a large slurp of the deep red wine which resounded with the deliciously rich echoes of ripe cherries, dark chocolates, violets and vanilla. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, life should always be this good" sighed the golden-eyed Croc.

To: Tomato who wrote (379)	10/21/1998 4:49:00 PM
From: Crocodile	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 408

During all of this toasting and drinking of wine, Boris and Sophie sat in silence. "Who are these.... these..... these....capitalists and where did they come from??!!!" Boris shouted hoarsely. Boris' faithful aide quickly raced to his master's side... "Why... why I think they are posters from the infamous S.I." he whispered into Boris' now neatly trimmed ear. "The S.I.!!! What do they want??!! Why are they here in my dacha??!!" shouted the now agitated leader. Swiftly.... swifter than a striking cobra, the Lady Croc swirled to face Boris. Her massive crushing jaws belied only the tiniest hint of a toothsome white smile as she stared down her leathery snout into eyes of the furious man. Hissing, the Croc replied, "Why, we came here because we heard you were ill.... but here we find you in good health... and in the capable hands of...of an expert beautician. I see there is no need for the Ripe Fruit and I, so we shall depart... for we have capitalist deeds to do....". And with that, the Croc and the Tomato departed through the casement window and floated off into the night.... as they sang merrily, "We can fly!! We can fly!!! We can flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy".