Mr. beaksley had returned to his nest to find a curious cold egg.Upon further inspection there was an inscription which read
"don't touch this, right.
For if you do you will live forever"
------- followed by some smaller inscripticle writing which he didn't bother reading.
he should have though, as it read thusly ....
"for him such touches this shall be like the stone.
You know, cold an' that."
"Oh, and frozen for all time, like."and furthermore it went on ....
"it's like a curse isn'it."
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
Monday, 15 March 2010
he was a perfect cat
Having now figured out 'butter-based' hoveronomy,
Dennis was now the perfect cat.
THE Mongleganger supreme.
It's a pity that poor little mr. beaksley didn't see it that way.
Dennis was now the perfect cat.
THE Mongleganger supreme.
It's a pity that poor little mr. beaksley didn't see it that way.
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