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- Path: sparky!uunet!nwnexus!jhgrud!eskimo!jammer
- From: jammer@eskimo.com (Lyle Harwood)
- Subject: Re: Snowball
- Message-ID: <1992Dec31.123049.21069@eskimo.com>
- Organization: -> ESKIMO NORTH (206) For-Ever <-
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- References: <1992Dec30.152312@twinpeaks.gsfc.nasa.gov>
- Date: Thu, 31 Dec 1992 12:30:49 GMT
- Lines: 65
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- Joseph D. McMahon (xrjdm@twinpeaks.gsfc.nasa.gov) wrote:
- : In article <memo.834025@cix.compulink.co.uk>,
- maryb@cix.compulink.co.uk (Mary Branscombe) writes:
- : > "Snow Fight!! Come on! Didi-sprite? Gypsy Woman? Jason? Michael?
- : > Everyone? I feel just like a good fifteen minutes hurling snow!"
- : > Mary MerryTail lunges out into the snow-filled meadow after Jammer
- : > and the Lady, hoping desperately that the same effect that keeps her
-
- : > glasses in the fireplace will give her an even chance of hitting
- : > someone with the snow ball she's scooping up....
- : >
- : At the mere mention of the "sn" word, Teddy leaps to his feet,
- capering around
- : joyously in a tight little circle, then heads for the door. Sab,
- Booka, and
- : Steling have already piled outside and are busy shoving their noses
- into the
- : snow, looking up every once in a while to snort with a ring of snow
- stuck in
- : their eyebrows, mustaches, and beards. Kandy walks over to the door,
- wanders
- : about for a minute or two, and then comes back in to find a warm spot.
- :
- : Teddy is running around at top speed, pausing every once in a while to
- shove
- : his nose deep into the snow and flick it into the air with his head.
- He soon
- : is a mostly-white dog. He runs up to Joe, begging him to make a
- snowball and
- : throw it so he can try to grab it out of the air, then pretend to run
- and hunt
- : for it, sliding, rolling and diving.
- :
- : --- Joe M.
- :
- : RealWorld: we've had rain, rain, and rain, with the result that the
- back yard
- : is now a sea of mud from the pups churning around in it. We
- go
- : for walks out front, where there's a sidewalk... Otherwise,
-
- : envision the same as above, with mud instead of snow. 8-o
- :
- : --
- : Joe McMahon |
- : P.O. Box 13 | "I've only had it since yesterday."
- : Lothian, MD 20711 |
- : xrjdm@twinpeaks.gsfc.nasa.gov | --- n. rothwell
-
- Jammer blasts out from behind a building, catching the Lady looking the
- wrong way, and unloads two fast Special High Velocity Snow Balls into
- the back of her parka, and wheels around, down to one ball, and almost
- fires before he recognizes Joe.
-
- "Joe! Good Man! They've ganged up on us, I tell ye! Fire at anything
- female, and good luck to ye, mon!"
-
- Jammer whirls, and runs three steps, and then turns, looks at Sab, and
- then at Joe, and asks
- "What the hell is that thing?"
- Before blazing off between the buildings.
-
- Meanwhile, the Lady has scooped up some snow, and in a low alto, says
- "oh, Joooee... you've chosen the wrong side, Joe..."
- and blasts a direct hit into his leg.
-