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  • Cat Napping

    All the while Bishop took to napping. The floor was hard, cold and dirty, but a cat naps where a cat naps, without exception. The hole in the floor which swallowed the donkey, closed slowly, imperceptibly, unnoticed. D…

  • Finally!

    The bested swordsman sat back upon a crate and cupped his hand over his ear. "Aye, I'll be losing my entire lobe now I spose" He whined. "Huh?" Donna quipped "How's that? I barely nicked you!" The pirate looked up with…

  • This Is Not The Pirates Story...

    Donkey continued spiraling down into the pit. Dingbat wanted to follow him, but alas it was to no avail. He fell faster than she. The little brown bat instead, rather floated. She retreated back to where Bishop was …

  • To Plank Or Not To Plank...

    Apparently Spaz believed the pirate was playing a silly game. She continued bouncing and began singing, "I have a mangy fleabitten carcass! I have a mangy fleabitten carcass! I have a .... uh, what's a carcass?" The pir…

  • the High Seas

    tWhat in tarnation are widgets? ... And why does xanga have them? ... And can I use them to fix my car? Now, on with our tale... ... I saw the loose end of a rope dangling from the mainsail and climbed up from bel…

  • Split Decisions

    Upon climbing through the hatch I felt a sudden sway. The room heaved gently about to and fro. The floor and walls steadily rocked. Soon a sickening, queasy feeling came over me. Donna and Peas both also seemed growi…

  • Don't Let Your Head Hang Low

    No sooner had we recovered our senses, Spaz awoke. She sat up abruptly and proclaimed, "I'm hungry! I smell pie. Who has pie?" Donkey must have foreseen this. At first I thought it to be audacity when he had asked the pi…

  • Shhh... The Walls Have Ears

    Donkey with his tummy full of pie and Mr. Peas with his small tallow candle dimly lit, together took the lead, followed by Donna and I. Music with the attitude or Attitude, as I was preparing to name her, stayed close to…

  • Minding Our Manners

    There drifted through the corridor an aroma of scintillating spices, As the bull engages the toreador, As the cheese baits the mices. We, as a flock of birds lifting on the wing let our noses all rose, t…

  • As we walked I was trying to imagine what the kitchen would be like. I have seen a lot of kitchens in my time. Would this one be clean? Would the floors be wooden, stone or dirt? How big would the fireplace be? Would the…