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

::Looks in::
Is postmodernism dead?
Oh...he's nodded off again

*wonders how long this *post* fellow had been ill*
Ah well, better get some rest.......

::Tries throwing a stick for Lurcher::
Here boy, fetch!

fetch!! FETCH!!!!

I`m afraid you sadly misjudge my propensity for inane retrieval type activities. Such activities may be acceptable for lick-spittle domestic pooches with nothing else on their minds but immediate gratification of their owners whims and fancies.BUT NOT ME !!
Now I am aware that you were only attempting to be friendly. Which is why, this time , I shall overlook the insult you inadvertantly offered me. Just so long as you realise that these fangs are sharp, perfectly honed for ripping out hamstrings, throats, and many other vulnerable parts.
Please be careful, I would not want to hurt someone being friendly.
Please feel free to call again.
Fetch, indeed

*Slips back into much needed relaxing sleep*

*While investigating the castle she hears the hullaballoo in Lurchers room, see's the door open, walks in crosses the room and scratches Lurcher behind the left ear...*

My, he is the cranky one when interupted in his mid-afternoon-second-nap-in-the-past-hour isn't he?
*scratches him behind the other ear, pats him on the head and steps out into the hall*

I'm on a quest to find just the right room here! I have yet to check out the dungeon or the towers...toodles!

::wonders if choccy drops might be acceptable::

, and
and

Pets him and tucks him in. Tiptoes out.

Hi. I've been looking for Mistadrong so
I could tell him his Fang Club is ready.
Er, almost ready. Seems like I'm the
only one who has been there so far.

Bye!

::Shouts after Paul::
Thank you!
Love the cobewbs!

* Wakes in a cold sweat*

I`m worried, it could be a curse
I seem to be thinking in verse
and everytime
I speak it`s in rhyme
and it seems to be getting much worse!

Have no fear, I have a potion,
For people and things who have no notion.
Just take it when the rhyming motion,
Attacks your brain to cause commotion.

I`ll try it and see how it affects me
Somehow I don`t think it`ll cure it
The problem lies deep, is nurtured by sleep
Most likely I`ll have to endure it.

It may prove a strain, but, then again
A challenge is what I enjoy
Should there come a time, whan I run out of rhyme
Then blank verse I`ll just have to employ!

*I`m feeling tired, why, heaven knows, I think I`ll have a little doze*

Good idea, too much rushing about in the world anyway.
Did I ever tell you about the time I had to be in six countries in the space of....zzzzzz

*pops her head in - quickly squeeks a wolf squeeky toy*

I don't suppose this is your wolf squeeky chew toy is it? No, I'm sure you're above playing with squeeky toys. Well, I'll just leave it here inside your door, maybe someone will know who it belongs to *squeeks it a couple of more times places it on the floor in the corner and pops out again*

Now what was that, I heard a sound, I can`t see anyone around
I must have dreamt it, thats for sure, I think I`ll dream a little more....

*peeks in one more time, sets down a thermos full of Hot Chocolate with Spider-web marshmallows next to Lurchers chair, starts to leave, but has an urge to squeek the wolf chew squeekie toy a few more times first Bwah-haw-haw-ha! (leaves quickly before she REALLY ticks Lurcher off!)*

Wolf? Squeaky toy?


There's a place called "Wolf Hollow"
north of Boston. There are real wolves
there, but they are kept in an enclosed
space. The person who built the place
has studied wolves, and has learned how
to coexist with them. Tourists come to
see the wolves and learn about some of
their habits.