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Post by Bara on Jan 13, 2009 5:36:05 GMT -5
"John Denver, nineteen ..." began Capricorn. Diane looked at him, sternly, her giggles stifled.
"I know! AND, for your information, it's Country RoadS." She said. It was the goat's turn to look sheepish.
"Now," said Brooks. "Back to business... we have to get through this white stuff ...."
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Post by Bara on Jan 14, 2009 5:58:35 GMT -5
In her editorial capacity, Adcooper pressed 'PAUSE' and sighed.
"Continuity," she murmured. "Consistency. Split infinitives. Conjunctives and subjunctives storming the ramparts where they shouldn't."
She re-wound the story. Sighed again. Shook her head. She reviewed the whole thing, at great personal emotional expense.
"Get yourselves out of this one," she thought. "You have Cedric in three different places; you have Diane and Brooks leaping in and out of the motel room like a badly-cut film. You have a fly-by-night duck who is named after Thea's little boy. You now have a waitress who is named after a dancer from my own home-town."
Adcooper shrugged. "And let's not forget," she took immense pleasure in the 'And'. "Let's not forget that we have a romance between a Saskwatch and a teeny-tiny plastic toy."
"Has anyone considered" she wondered "the anatomical implications?"
"Complications," she corrected herself.
ED NOTE : Ah well, Ann, love conquers all.
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Post by adcooper on Jan 14, 2009 13:42:38 GMT -5
Time travel? That could solve some of the problems. Geography is another puzzle though. Luci and Michael have been hating their daily work commute ever since their house was shifted roughly 800 miles north in the flash of a keystroke. But time travel COULD resolve this one, too. Luci and Michael are at the border in their past (or future?) incarnations, perhaps. I could see Michael in his Canadian Mounties uniform, waltzing under Yukon stars with the Lovely Luci of Saskatoon.
As for the tawdry details of a saskwatch/plastic toy romance, I think graphic novel format will work suitaby. Or maybe it will all end badly when someone tinkles on Saskwatch's toes.
Ultimately, I think Brooks started this tangle, and Bara can just get her out of it!
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Post by Bara on Jan 14, 2009 21:17:12 GMT -5
Adcooper pressed 'Play'.
On the windowcill, the crumpled heap which was Allouette raised her pretty head.
"Oooh," she whispered. Estelle twinkled (or tinkled) over. "Oooh," she t(w)inkled.
Brooks looked up and wheeled across. "OOOhh," she said. One by one, everyone gathered at the window.
"Oooh" they neighed, bleated or quacked.
Outside, they could see, in Louise's flashlight, a fairytale couple dancing a circle waltz in the falling snowflakes. Everyone could hear an imagined 'Blue Danube'.
Luci was a vision in crinoline and lace; Michael was handsome in his formal tails. Behind them, Cedric was standing open-mouthed.
Brooks wheeled to the door. "Luci, Michael!" she cried.
Then everyone was in Unit 14 and Louise was serving hot cocoa (or bran mash, or ..)
"I'm sorry about moving your house," Brooks was saying. "No, no, we love where we are now," said Luci and Michael.
Ann had an arm around Cedric and Allouette. "No," she was saying patiently, "I'm not saying TAWDRY, I'm just saying, have you thought about the children?"
Capri was back at his chalkboard. Estelle was tinkling, of course. Diane was staying well out of it. She knew that she was going to be a bridesmaid, along with Brooks and Estelle. But she couldn't quite work out what sort of outfit would suit them all.
"Not my black riot gear," she thought to herself.
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Post by Bara on Jan 14, 2009 21:44:36 GMT -5
Diane clapped her hands. "EXCUSE me," she said.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at her.
Diane looked embarrassed. "It's about the wedding," she explained. "I have an idea for the wedding outfits."
Allouette and Cedric perked up...
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Post by diane on Jan 14, 2009 22:24:40 GMT -5
WHERE are we going to get them... is my first thought.. not knowing were the nearest town was .
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Post by Bara on Jan 15, 2009 6:21:43 GMT -5
"NO-one knows where the nearest town is," thought Ann."And my next thought," continued Diane, deliberately starting a sentence with 'And', "is that we call on Ex-Racer talent."A murmur swelled around the tiny cabin; everyone nudging his or her neighbour."But ...", began Brooks, opening with yet another conjunctive. "Ooohhh!" she said; defying all laws of grammar and spelling. "Ooohh! I think I know who you mean!"Diane and Brooks grinned at each other. "NancyL!" they exclaimed in unison."Oooooh!" T(w)inkled the star. "Please could mine be knitted out of gossamer and moonbeams?""Ooooh!" Sighed the bride. "Please, Nancy, would you knit my wedding gown out of cobwebs sprinkled with fairy-dust?""Oh." Said Cedric. "Perhaps you'd better start on mine, right now, please, Nancy?""Oh," said Diane and Brooks together, "What would you suggest for us, please, Nancy?"Ann tried to tiptoe into the shadows."Adcooper!" said Brooks, firmly. "You're part of this, now. What would you like to wear to the wedding?"
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Post by Goalie on Jan 15, 2009 14:18:57 GMT -5
Once they all realized where they were, Diane said "Wait a mInute doesn't Terrie live around here somewhere?"
at that moment Terrie stepped out of the shadows and said....."I really thought you had forgotten that I do live the closest to Big Tee and am well use to the frigid coldweather."
"As for the wedding, I would so love to see Big Tee officiate at this wedding as since there are not many stores and courthouses or churchs for that matter anywhere near her, she should have the power to wed." " I will also be happy to be the matron of honor if needed."
With that Terrie motioned with her hand and waved everyone into her home where there was all kinds of food for all. soft beds for all and in the morning it will be time to gather all together and see what magic NancyL has knitted.
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Post by pedrodeshyburro on Jan 15, 2009 18:08:58 GMT -5
OMG!!!! Look what happens when you miss a day, Three more people and a wedding. Well at lease I know where we are, Terrie's house.
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Post by adcooper on Jan 15, 2009 18:22:30 GMT -5
Not exactly a bodice-ripper, is it. Of course we don't know if Nancy slipped a stitch or not. ;D There could be a Janet Jackson wardrobe moment here, but I doubt it. So far our narrators have held us to the highest literary standards. Terrie, may I have another blanket, please?
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Post by Bara on Jan 16, 2009 8:16:39 GMT -5
"Bodice-Ripper," breathed Allouette, appalled. "MY Mountie?"
She gazed into his eyes as deep as pools, and two hearts beat as one (and a teeny-tiny bit.)
"My little bird," sighed Cedric. "My BEAR," groaned Allouette. She felt his manhood rising...
ENOUGH! His manhood would be taller than she is!
Goaliemom sighed and groped her way to the linen cupboard to find an extra blanket for Ann. She tried to count her house and barn guests. There's Rad and Bighoof and ... Luci and Michael," she concluded. "That would be ....?" she ran out of fingers.
Does anyone know?
"Breakfast," thought Terrie, " will be a military operation." She was tip-toeing back home to bed with Rick, who was being immensly sporting, when she saw headlights in her driveway.
They illuminated her front room, where the manic figure of Nancy was shown, purling and plaining like a madwoman, patterns laid out all over the floor before her.
And just as Terrie was sneaking back to bed, Deb had arrived.
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Post by Goalie on Jan 16, 2009 8:50:06 GMT -5
Goalie sighed and went searching in the back rooms for more blankets, beds, and warm clothing. it hasn't been -17 degrees here for over a decade and it is soo cold. "Where is that stash of winter clothing that mom always had?"
"I will need to find gloves and coats and boots for all. Thankfully there is a lot of room in the main house, so no one will feel crowded." With That Goalie turned around and saw more headlights in the distance. One of the trucks and trailers she knew, it was dear sweet Shannon and her furry herd, coming up the driveway.
Behind her it looked like another familiar vehicle as it was niaru driving up in a sleigh with Charm pulling it and Stella riding shotgun.
"Now let's see how many are there here that are hungry, Let's get some breakfast going. pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon. fry-ups? What sounds good to all? WE will plan our travels after we all have a good breakfast."
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Post by Bara on Jan 16, 2009 11:04:58 GMT -5
"Alors," dit Stella. "Ou est Tante Shannon, et La Belle Yonkie? Aussie, la chienne Ilsa? Et aussie les toutes 'Furry(s) 'Erd(s)?"
She climbed down from the pumpkin Charm was pulling.
Claire stepped out. "I'm sorry," she said. "We got here as quickly as we could. Have the Brits arrived?"
Terrie stood with a frozen smile. "Do I have chocolat? Or black pudding?" she asked herself.
Her eyes fixed on Shannon, climbing down from the cab, Ilsa bounding at her side, Yonkie grumbling between the shafts.
"WHAT?" Thought Terrie, "do Texans eat for breakfast?"
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Post by niaru on Jan 16, 2009 17:27:58 GMT -5
Charm shook herself, walked to the water trough close by and dunked her head in up to her eyeballs. After long, satisfying sips of cold water, she ambled over to Yonkie. "Do your EARS not get cold in this weather?"
Stella greeted Ilsa with much bounding and high five-ing, then scooted into the house to get warm.
"Not to worry, Terrie, said Claire, I brought fresh croissants, fresh bread, Nutella, and warm wine to sustain us for the next leg of the journey. Now what was that I heard about a wedding? Will there be a party afterwards? And where ARE the Brits"
ps-a pumpkin? on sleds? Hahaha!
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Post by Bara on Jan 16, 2009 18:43:42 GMT -5
Somewhere over Philadelphia, Lexie and Boo had their noses pressed to the window of the plane. Bara was trying to doze.
Edgie and Forry were ambling up and down the central aisle of British Airways flight 909, much to the discomfort of the other passengers.
A BA cabin crew member was following them around with a skip ...
"This is your captain speaking," said ... errr, The Captain..
"We shall be descending in Michigan in approximately 20 minutes. So would everyone please return to their seats, kennels or stalls and please place your seats, straw or dog-beds into the upright position."
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