Posted by GnomeDome on September 25, 1999 at 10:33:39:
*yawns. groans. stretches. scratches*
Oh my, I slept Ab-gnome-ally deeply. I must have been exhausted. And the NIGHTMARES I had! Wildcats. Nets. Wild persons. Sharp Freddy Kruger beaks. I really do have to watch what I eat before going to bed. Maybe it was that mead we had on getting out of that danged river. Which reminds me - I wonder whatever happened to that Frenchie girl Jeanne D'Ark. She was a cutie. She had that kinda smoky look if you know what I mean. One hot little tootsie she was. Couldn't smoke my pipe around her though...man! Would she screech and screm when I struck the match! Must be a story there........
*gets up goes to wash basin and looks in mirror* OH MY GOD!!!!
WHAT THE HECK.......LOOK AT MY FACE!!! WHERE DID THOSE SCRATCHES COME FROM? Oh yeah, now I dimly remember....it wasn't a dream. There really was a big, nasty cat after me. *shakes* but that Green Chicken, er I mean that lovely, caring, beautiful red and green exotic parrot of Polly Anna's saved me from the beast. I hope that parrot really shredded his ear and butt for what that dang cat did to my face.
*washes face gingerly*. Oh! That reminds me! Gotta make some gingerbread crackers for that old bird this morning.
*gets busy on the day's chores*
*humming* "theres a gnome with a pot over there"
"hey watch what's that sound there's a gnome sneaking around"
Gnome with wildcat rash
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