h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Amos: The road has a ford, aye. We've not strayed off the road, the horses know better than that. What yonder dog sled does is another mateer. Ford's about a foot deep.

*Lil passes the thermos to Munchkin* Affi, I didn't know you were allergic to pink lemonade. I'll try to remember that.

*lands next to Lil*

I've just flown over there to the left and I could see something shiny. Do you think it might be a copse of tinsel trees?

*lands next to Lil*

I've just flown over there to the left and I could see something shiny. Do you think it might be a copse of tinsel trees?

If it is, Amy, that would be lovely.

G7

Actually, Lil, Affy isn't allergic to pink lemonade. It's just that we had this accident at the Lab and it involved pink lemonade and, er, well, the effect it had requires us to wear make-up on all visible parts of our bodies. See.

*GL rubs away some make-up off of his arm. The skin showing through is bright pink.*

We have a mission set up to go get the cure, but one of the mission members is awol. We have to go get some nemols. Some knip nemols, to be exact. In the meantime, we just cover up the, um, effects.

Glad to hear the ford isn't too deep, I don't fancy getting wet in this chilly breeze.

Tinsel trees with lilac-coloured decorations could be rather tasteful and dangerously fashionable!

* at Caer.* You're welcome.

*Thinks how fortunate Amy is should Foony's fears be realized.*

I still don't like the sound of it. And if the ice is going to break open, why hasn't it done so yet? By god, there's enough weight on the ice I suppose.

Unless, it isn't the river....


*the creaking continues*

*Ruppy has left the road to bound in the deeper snow. Just past the left shoulder there is a disturbance in the snow, with periodic glimpses of something fuzzy and fawn colored and something fuzzy and caramel colored. As the pug merrily leaps, much like a breaching dolphin, it is clearly not a comfortable ride*

WhooOooOooOooOooOoo!

Well, we must be past the ford now, because we're going uphill again. So what else besides ice might be making the noise?

There don't seem to be many tinsel trees besides that copse. You know, I don't think any researcher has taken up the position of conservator or landscaper. It would be cool if somebody were looking after rare plants and safeguarding areas of natural beauty...

So was the guru laughing at you because you were bright pink at the time? *begins to grin*

Look! Pug deer!

Actually, Lil, we weren't bright pink then. That only happened this summer and we scaled Mt. SandEverest more than a year ago (just checked and the threads aren't back from moderationville yet). All of us find the pinkness a bit embarassing, so if you see Arlecchino, be sure not to rub him the wrong way.

Ta.

*Tired of the game, Ruppy trots back onto the road and sits down to scratch behind her ear. Carmel is grateful to be still for a moment. Due to their low prophile neither dog nor soft toy are concerned by the haywain rolling over them*

Oh, dear me, I believe I see the problem! The creaking is coming from something lodged between the axel and the bed.

*the road narrows to a lane just ahead and becomes steeper, and Amos slows the Clydesdales to a walk, then halts*

Amos: We'll just give Bonnie and Clyde a wee rest, and see what's under the wagon, eh? Anyone want to stretch their legs? No throwing snowballs at the horses, now!

*Leaps over side of cart and disappears from view, having found the largest drift going* Phoof!!

I'll stay right up here, thank you very much

I'll stay right up here, thank you very much

*waits for Amos to get out the steps, then comes down, to find herself knee-deep in snow*

Cool! *walks over to the tinsel trees*

*A wooden periscope pokes out of the snow a lá Bugs Bunny and it moves off in the direction of the tinsel trees*