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Posted: 12-Feb-2005, 02:01 PM
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The Protector of the Unknown

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Jesdone was in shock. We should help her. ....... shouldn't we?
Phartripper grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and pulled him to his feet. As they ran for the back door, Jes turned and ran back in the direction of the blue lady. But after some curses and calls from the other two men, they saw he was only fetching his boots. When he reached the back door, he said, I wouldn't want to get my feet wet. I might catch a cold.
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Caw "I am a Canadian by birth, but I am a Highlander by blood and feel under an obligation to do all I can for the sake of the Highlanders and their literature.... I have never yet spoken a word of English to any of my children. They can speak as much English as they like to others, but when they talk to me they have to talk in Gaelic." -Alexander Maclean Sinclair of Goshen (protector of Gaelic Culture) We need more Stan Rogers. jams
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Posted: 13-Feb-2005, 11:33 AM
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Lifting his leg to mark his territory, Damd Dog stared and snarled as the group of one, two... um, one, two... um, darn it, I wish dogs could count beyond two, as a group of people dashed past.
Humans must want to play he thought.
Then he spied a second group. At the lead was a human he know all too well, dressed in white with a greasy, stained apron, wielding a cleaver and wearing those dreaded boots that were all too often aimed at Damd Dog's ribs.
Yipe
Damd Dog tried to hide behind the trash bins that lined the alley, but misjudged the space. After all, he WAS just a growing puppy and his now 90 lb frame wouldn't fit into the little puppy hiding spaces he'd used only weeks before. The cans tumbled, rolling into the path of the pursuers.
The hated human with the hurtful boots tripped over the first of the cans, and the waitress fell on top of him.
Neat trick Damd Dog thought as, tail wagging wildly, he dashed off to chase the first group of playful humans.
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oldraven  |
Posted: 14-Feb-2005, 08:55 AM
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The Protector of the Unknown

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Damn! The dog barked as he said it. Now they've set the dogs on us. The trio ran for a good five minutes, which is quite a feat, even with boots on, when fatigue started to force reason to the surface. Phartripper, we've been running now, for ten minutes. Although this would have been great fun in my youth, right now, I only want to know where, if there is a where, are we going? The dog had caught up a while back, but simply ran beside the three. Or ran accross the three, nearly tripping them, as dogs do when they're playful. Every time someone yelled at the damned dog, he seemed to get even more rambunctious.
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oldraven  |
Posted: 16-Feb-2005, 08:45 AM
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The Protector of the Unknown

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A ship? Now we're talking. The thought of being out on the seas again gave Jes a newfound resolve, and so he found his second wind. Which he guessed he had lost somewhere around his early teens.
The Nausea had claimed the contents of many lesser men's bellies, but Jes had braved it more times than he could remember.
yar, slipped out of his mouth, and he hoped no one had heard him, or just took it as a random noise to go with his panting.
The Dog was starting to grow on him. No, not literally. It's goofy ways, and large clumsy paws showed that it was just a pup yet. Jesdone simply could not resist a puppy. Better than a parot, if he did say so himself.
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Posted: 16-Feb-2005, 07:33 PM
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Reader of souls, vision seeker, TROLL

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Out of all the noise and clatter of the chase, the garbage cans , the barking dog, the running feet and the curses of their pursuers, Phartripper heard a sound that made him cringe....
No it could not be, was one of these chosen by him a spy, an achillies heel, an... an... follower of the Oxymoron's....
Phartripper decided to lead this group a little out of the way to be sure!
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