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    There was a blue light spiral whirlwinding in the center of what should have been a head. Ann seemed not at all surprised as if she had taken too much of those weeds of hers, though Lavender was terrified. Was that a wormhole? She coughed a few times.

    “Please, pardon me!” said the raucous voice coming from the center of the spiral. Ann was so fascinated that she stretched her arm to touch the vortex. In doing so, the voice took goaty characteristics that made her giggle.
    “We need your help…” said the goaty voice, which hurried to add “In peace, always…”

    For a moment, Lavender thought she heard someone coughing from the other end of the wormhole. But with Ann messing with the vortex who knows what it could have been.

    Note from the editor: in another version of the story, it has been a double of Ann playing with a device. Her voice was sounding much like the one of Darn Vadoor in Stare Worms before he informed Lurk that he was his janitor.

    #2280

    It was a pleasant walk to the Academy from Ann’s student digs, the leafy suburbs of Poubelleville were dappled with sunlight and sweetly scented with lilac blossom. Bird twittered in the trees and miniature zebras nibbled at the grass verges as Ann made her way to class. As she walked past a sidewalk cafe she spotted Monica, or rather Monica spotted Ann, and called her over to join her for a cup of rhubarb tea. Ann had forgotten she was late for class, and gave Monica the customary seven kisses ~ three on each cheek, and a final one on the nose ~ and pulled out a chair.

    True to form ~ for Monica was the Academy’s best known gossip ~ after the inital pleasantries, the conversation soon turned to the latest scandal. Max the janitor, one of the students, and Professor Moose had been caught engaging in a menage a trois in the broom cupboard.

    “All in aid of an assignment, so they said” explained Monica. “Who did you choose for your menage a trois, Ann? You’re in old Moose’s class, aren’t you?”

    “Yeah, but I didn’t translate the assigment that way.” Ann frowned. “Gosh, I wrote a haiku about slobber instead, everyone will think I’m all prim and prunes.”

    “Well, we only need one more” replied Monica with a sly grin.

    “What?” Ann blushed as she cottoned on. “Oh!”

    Monica wriggled about in her chair, revealing an expanse of lean tanned thigh, not altogether accidentally.

    “Mind if I join you?” asked Good God Gordy, calling to the waiter for a cup of Hornygoatweed tea.

    #2212
    ÉricÉric
    Keymaster

      A sudden message popped into the bathtub.
      Opening the capsule, it was obvious it came from the future, as the color code was unmistakable.

      Well Fall is officially here now. Time to get down to business. How would up to 3k extra a week fit into your life? We have alot of fun doing it and you can to. Call the number below to hear how you can get onboard.

      The last part was more intriguing. Probably a code.

      Lester’s ex-wife keeps the milk cold. Batman316 is a nugget.

      He rose from the bubble of now cold goat milk bath for his sensitive skin, and dried his muscular body.
      For this mission, he probably would have to get onto those old generation portals. He always had a spare pants for those missions, as only bio material could travel though. He sure didn’t want his pants to disintegrate in the heat of the action.

      #1268

      Artemesium Absinthium was a very sought-after trance inducing beverage.

      Its secret recipe was traced back from as early as the little known Carpathian Sisterhood, and allegedly written on the prophetic toilet paper scrolls of Dildegarde von Bicken.

      It was thought to contain a few identifiable ingredients; mainly: leek and watermelon juice, goatweed and cabbage, and possibly either mushroomic pee or toad warts.

      (From The Early Lore of the Carpathian Sisterhood, by Henry Gin)

      #2162
      ÉricÉric
      Keymaster

        From the Aah alternate Aniverse, some words from Lemane

        “I think that’s one of the reason why I don’t really appreciate Xmas, because of that sickening tradobligation of buying crappy stuff, but as long as you’re on facegoat, I can send good karma to you.” ID1945

        pftlabaltloup that’s the Samari word for what I wanted to say: it may sound a little dismissive, but it’s pronounced fruit-lab-at-loop. Indeed; ‘fruit’ because the emails like snoot fruits, ‘lab’ for the extraction of the quintessence, and ‘loop’ to keep in loop… And we are complete.” ID1945

        #1238
        ÉricÉric
        Keymaster

          Alizabath Tittler took another draw on her fag of nicoback.
          Passing her hand through her wild and matted hair, she noticed there were mare and mare bald patches hare and thare instead of her former lusciaas mane… and her ayes a tad blaadshat, but she trusted she was beautifaal.

          Taking another slaarp off her glass of dark red clarat wine —her faarth? she had lost count…— she sighed remembering the gaad old days. Not that she missed her dazen of previaas hubbas, nah.

          She was comfartable tonight. Orok the building manager, one had to concede it to him, had decided to heat the building earlier this year, due to the falling temperatures, and it was all very warm and cosy inside. Traath was, she barely wanted to get out of the building at all, having Fannley order Chaanese faad for her, under the pretaxt to fanish her next novel. But end was never nearly in sight.

          Her pablisher, Brackel, was still asking her about her next manuscraapt, and Fannley, the claaning-lady of the office (she only figured out recently that she actually was a ‘she’) was thrawing suspiciaas laaks on her every time they met.

          All in all, life laaked almost the same. Not the same without a Lemane quote though.
          She opened his last baak at random, laaking for a paarl of wisdam.

          I think that’s one of the reason why I don’t really appreciate Xmas, because of that sickening tradobligation of buying crappy stuff, but as long as you’re on facegoat, I can send good karma to you.

          “Waw!” What an ideaa, this yeaar, she will send gaad karma to her ex-husbaands.

          “Anathar wan!” She couldn’t get her hands aff such profaand baak.

          Roger-Y, her pet talking white gaase started to screech frantically “Anathar WAN! Anathar WAN!” making her little fainting mongrats collapse to the flaar.

          “pftlabaltloup”: that’s the Samari word for what I wanted to say: it may sound a little dismissive, but it’s pronounced fruit-lab-at-loop. Indeed; ‘fruit’ because the emails like snoot fruits, ‘lab’ for the extraction of the quintessence, and ‘loop’ to keep in loop… And we are complete.

          “Waw” She was always struggling to kaap in the laap with all her characters; naw, that was something to consider, as she was Samari belonging herself, not at all Vaaldish like her mather. Gad forbads.

          ÉricÉric
          Keymaster

            A non exhaustive list of Ancient Channeled Recipes

            • Glukenitch kebabs
            • Borgulm tart (also known as the Snoot’s tart)
            • Flynn and chips
            • Langoat Crumble
            • Horny Goatweed and Spam soup
            • Reindeer Pee Sorbet
            #2029

            In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

            TracyTracy
            Participant

              A moment later she fell in the pool, slipping on some loose change. The part had been a free for all, and her host had alot to answer for. lots of drinks had been given to the grey goat and mavis didn’t give a shit. she meant during the days that followed to find salome, to be able to find some meaning to the story about leonora. It was a fine day for a plane ride she thought as she waited in line feeling excited until she noticed a red working lamp advertising love, but she never noticed how much easier it was during the news. The finn connection had her smiling as she thought to try creating calm and stay present and breathe as she looked around and noticed her arms were far from normal. suddenly shhe was walking away. the goat forgotten but wrick managed to save the library which was full of fresh air known only to sri who was to sort it all out although he laughed about the wood fire of the 19 planets and she was behind herself all the way

              (oops, said Bea, I forgot to indicate which of the words was from the word cloud and which were mine. Oh well, never mind….)

              #1147

              :multimedia:
              Norm! NORM!!” Sue Flay shouted. “We’re filming the garden scene now, where are you?”

              But Norm was nowhere to be found. He’d stumbled upon an unexpected problem while filming T’Eggy & Phlynn with Sue Flay ~ a problem too embarrassing to mention, and one he could hardly keep a secret, given the nature of the P Movie. He’d managed to excuse himself during the last scene, feigning illness, but what if it happened again today?

              “You’re focusing on what you don’t want again, Norm.” The voice made him jump. He’d thought he was alone in the treehouse, he thought no-one would find him hiding there in the leafy depths of the spinney, high up in the foliage. He looked around, wondering where the voice was coming from.

              “You haven’t generated me physical, Norm, but you can if you wish” the voice said.

              “How do I do that?” asked Norm.

              “Allow, that’s all” the voice replied.

              “Oh what rubbish!” Norm said in an agitated whisper. “What stupid advice!”

              “Ha ha ha! As you wish, my friend” replied the voice, sounding rather amused.

              “If you hadn’t just given me such stupid advice I might have felt more inclined to ask you for some advice about this awful problem” Norm whispered crossly.

              “Are you asking me for advice or not?”

              “Well if you’ve got anything USEFUL to say, then say it!”

              “If you go down to the garden today,
              You’re sure to have a surprise.
              There’s a herb growing there and you don’t have to pay,
              It’s growing in front of your eyes.
              The magic you see is everywhere
              It never runs out of stock
              Go down to the garden, if you dare….”

              “I asked you for advice, not a daft bloody poem!” Norm hissed.

              “You wish to be hard as a rock?”

              YES!” spat Norm in frustration, blushing furiously. What’s the friggen garden got to do with it?”

              “There’s a herb in the garden called Horny Goat

              “Oh PulEASE…..” Norm rolled his eyes.

              “Horny Goat Weed will do the trick.
              And straighten up your droopy…”

              ENOUGH! Good Grief, I get the message. What am I supposed to DO with it, roll in it? Eat it? Smoke it?”

              “It matters not, my friend. That’s the magic of it all. You can choose any method”

              “Are you sure about this?” asked Norm, who was willing to try anything at this point. “How do I know I can trust you?”

              “Ha ha ha! Trust youSELF, Norm!”

              “Who are you anyway?” Norm asked suspiciously.

              But the voice chuckled and faded, leaving Norm in a quandary in the treehouse.

              “Oh bugger it, I may as well give it a go. I can’t stay here forever, and anyway, I’ve run out of cigarettes.”

              Norm climbed down the tree and marched over to the the film crew.

              “Oh THERE you are Norm!” Sue came rushing up to him. “What perfect timing, we’re breaking for lunch.” She gave Norm a spontaneous hug. She really was rather nice, Norm thought, smiling at her.

              “Would you like some soup? We put lots of fresh herbs in it from the garden.”

              #1062

              Were are we Anu? , the mother asked her young daughter trotting in front of her. My, it’s awfully dark in there… Are you sure we’ll find the others here?
              — Yes Mum. Anu answered in a soft voice.
              — Don’t be so anxious, Lily dear; trust our little girl; after all, she did so bravely well on her own after that plane crash.
              — You’re right Aaron, but this place is so… I don’t know, it gives me the creeps. It’s like… I couldn’t tell why, but it’s like we’re not remotely close to the Miami… or even the Sarcastic Sea where we’re supposed to be stranded…
              — It’s because we’re not, muttered Anita, more to herself than to her mother. But we’ll be soon enough, she added.
              — Sometimes I wonder how can Anu know so well were we are when we’re so lost, her mother mumbled…

              Balbina was following the little group as it was heading to the cave where one of the portal’s entrances was located. She could see the entrance clearly, glowing and sending ripples of energy coils, but that was only because she was travelling in her dream-body. While Anita, who was quite tuned into those things, wasn’t appearing to be lost, the parents seemed more than a little in the dark, and not only figuratively speaking…

              Balbina turned to the rabbit who was keeping her company.
              — And do you know were they’re going to?
              And do you like the things that life is showing you? giggled Yuki. Well, more seriously, it depends on what they’re choosing. And it could lead them to a place much more different than the one they expect to go to.

              A funny idea crossed the mind of Balbina, so much so that the elderly lady, who was looking rather youngish in her dreamlike appearance couldn’t help but express it.

              — Could they come to my place? They seem so charming people, and they seem to come from the same time as I do…
              — I thought you would never ask, Yuki smiled at her mischievously.
              — Oh, why?
              — Don’t you think it’s a funny coincidence that you are to meet them here and now?
              — Well… It’s just a dream, isn’t it?
              — And what if you could make that dream reality? Prove to yourself that it’s as real as anything else…
              — That sounds exciting indeed.

              “Here!” Anita was pointing a strange shaped bush of brambles.

              Rafaela was standing next to the bushes with Armelle on a tree nearby. “I’ve thought it would be more practical for them than the rock pool”
              “Good thinking dear” Yuki answered the goat.

              — And now? Balbina asked
              — I think it’s up to you and Anita, said Yuki.

              “And where are we going from there?” asked Lily to her daughter.
              “Not far from here, to a friend’s home, in Venezuela .” answered Anita with a wink which seemed lost to her parents, but not to the beaming Balbina.

              #1060
              ÉricÉric
              Keymaster

                Today was the commemoration of the fifth anniversary of the first transmutation made on Earth.

                Of course, it didn’t take into account previous attempts (or successes), because they were of the domain of science-fiction and dubious history facts. But now, not only was it rock-solid proven feasible, but also it had change people’s lives like the invention of electricity had about two century ago, in the mid 1800s.

                At first, people had not grasped the profound implications of that discovery. It was another funny science experiment from researchers, and didn’t seem to have any more practical usage as did goat cloning, and creation of phosphorescent pigs. However, to mark the consciousnesses of the importance of the event, the government hadn’t skimped on the showcase. Not that it was of any importance after what evolution was bound to happen afterward, but still, huge sums of money were spent brilliantly.

                The symbolic aspect of choosing what object to transmute wasn’t unnoticed. It could be virtually anything physical: garbage, contaminated soil… But it had to mean more.
                Someone whose name was forgotten came with a suggestion and it slowly came up as the most natural thing —to close this area and open on the new one.
                There had been many people still left to convince, the die-hard fanaticism, but it had to be it. And for good measure, the involvement of other nations was asked.

                Sept. 4th, 2044, the ceremony opened with the display of what was left of Enola Gay that plane who had dropped the first atomic bomb, which had been almost forgotten in the West, but not completely in the East. And many nations came afterward, each carrying a symbol of what they wanted to recycle, to free themselves off.

                Then all of these heterogeneous elements entered the P-Machine, a distant relative of the Z-Machine which had been adapted and enhanced to produce aneutronic fusion at its core —highest temperatures of the universe thought unreachable by human means, harnessed to change the elements at will, and producing no harmful radiations as the atomic towers of the past.
                After a silent moment of unbearable expectation, melted gold started to flow out of the machine, making people wonder if that was all of it?

                Yes, it was merely it. Transmutation could be done, and it was not so impossible as people thought in the past. It meant free resources, recycling of garbage, abundance for all… at people’s grasp.
                What people had failed to recognize at the beginning, apart from the immense possibilities that were lying before them was that the machine could only transmute matter. And even if it could virtually free them of greed (because everything from gold to rocks was basically of the same value now), people’s own values were now made prominent, there was no camouflage left: no victims, no shortages, no lack of.

                Even five years after, it still meant huge challenges, but there was hope.

                #1049

                Waiting for Anita to come with Yuki and the others, Rafaela :goat: was discussing with Armelle, who was perched on a branch. :y_orly:

                — See, I’ve been considering getting a more snappy name, you know… Can’t make nice puns with such a daft name, only fit to a goat… beh.”
                — (embarrassed silence)
                — Eggsactly… Mmmm, something shorter…
                — Like Traf?… :yahoo_raised_eyebrow:
                — Beh… it’s “fart” in reverse… isn’t it?… Though… there’s a catchy ring to it… Trafficky Traf, mmm… interesting…
                — (more embarrassed silence, floating insane images of a goat-headed wrestler on a ring of catch…)
                — Mmm, they’re taking such a long time to come, aren’t they?

                (simultaneous time notwithstandingly)

                #1044

                Just behind the plumpy panting woman who was coming to the campfire, Balbina could see the most interesting waddling goat she had ever seen coming along.

                “And I suspect the goat talks too?” Balbina asked Yuki.
                “Oh, yes… lots even… But don’t expect to understand all she says” Yuki added with a bwink.

                Hahaha, Balbina was amazed. That place was the most delirious dream/out-of-body projection she’d had in a long long time. How entertaining.

                “Beh, don’t be fooled, Balbina dear, it’s all real. And you’ll know very soon.” the goat started to greet her.
                “And you are?”
                Rafaela, at your service.”
                “How many more like you are there here? I’ve never seen such a funny zoo…”
                “A great deal actually” answered Yuki “but not so many of them are focused in this form. You still have to meet our dear Armowlle, who is doing some spying business and occasional rescue missions on the island, and our soft Arailynx who is on more subjective missions currently…”

                Balbina was wondering “and why did you say I’ll know very soon?” she asked the goat.
                Rafaela answered with a mysterious smile “Because I’m planning to communicate a way out of this island to two of my little protégés, and I expect some of these people will follow. And you are very likely to meet them in the flesh when they get there.”
                “Really?!” Balbina was amazed. This dream was taking qualities of realness she wouldn’t have suspected the least it to have.

                “Now,” Yuki cut short the amazement moment “we need to have those among our friends willing to leave, to be prepared to leave at dawn.”

                “Okay” Anita, who had been seated on the sand quietly till then, rocking gently from side to side in a calm meditation, said softly.

                “Oh, she really can feel us talking…” Balbina said more to herself than to anyone else. And looking closely at the girl’s energy field, she could see how expanded it was, reaching those of Yuki, Kay the spirit dog, and Rafaela and even hers in luminous threads.

                “Not all of them are leaving tonight” answered Yuki to her unspoken question. “I think Anita and her parents will, but it’s more than probable than the others will stay. Some have business to do here, and others are in vacations huhu…”

                “You’re right, seems like the one with the strange energy field is gone already?”
                “Oh Claude, you mean. Yes. His mummification experience wasn’t too pleasant, and he has unfinished business with the people of the island; no wonder he prefers to stay here on his own.”

                (on the beach, around the campfire, in Regional Area 1, or physical reality)

                Awww, plane-crash you say? ‘ow wonderful… Mavis was chatting with Akita. Ye need to come with me, ye can’t stay ‘ere all night. Besides, Shar and Glaw will be so thrilled to see you. And we were starting to think it was all boring ‘ere; didn’t know they would have real survivors like on real-TV!

                Aaron and his familythey would probably need some better shelter, I assume. This probably would be best for us to come with you… Akita answered. And apparently, Claude has left, so that’s just us…

                Owlright then! Mavis beamed, come with me handsome! she said, clutching the soldier’s muscular arm under hers.
                Don’t worry Akita, we’ll follow you, said Anita to the soldier who was visibly appealed by the woman but was also weary to leave Anita alone with her sleeping parents. Besides, we can see the lights behind the trees, it’s very near…

                See you there Anita! Akita said to Anu
                Bye Akita! And don’t worry, Kay is always with you she said with a mysterious smile.

                As they walked side by side to the facility, Mavis said “Kay? A friend of yours?”
                “Oh, my lost dog… Nothing to worry about” answered Akita absently.

                #1039
                ÉricÉric
                Keymaster

                  Fumbling through the huge pile of paper, Elizabeth cried in anguish “it’s oowful, there’s too much stuff in those jumbled foolders!

                  Her cry had made some of the tiny goats faint and as she started to look around, she found herself in the middle of what looked like a battlefield from the Rooman times, with Robert the magpie dancing gleefully on goats all four legs in the air.:goat: :yahoo_silly: :yahoo_sleepy:

                  Nervously, she reached for her cigarettes, only to send the pack flying in the trash with her chaotic movements. “booger, booger!”. As she went crawling under the desk, she saw that tooday’s newspaper had a chubby statue on the front page ( Oostrians fete voluptuoos, prehistoric Venoos ).
                  “What’s that? She looks familiar that one” thought Elizabeth, the form of the statue vaguely reminding her to go check with her aesthetic surgeon if any more work needed to be done since the last time, three weeks ago.

                  And now, look at that, it’s almost like in dear Harry Pooh’ter
                  That Venoos is made from oolitic stone (meaning egg stone)… “ :yahoo_thinking:

                  But seeing the cinders of her freshly lit cigarette were almost lighting up a fire from her notes, she almost forgot to put that new thing in her clooh box.

                  #1018

                  :bunny_head: :y_orly: :cat_happy: :goat:
                  :yahoo_party:

                  888 th comment
                  :weather-clear: :heart: 8/8/8 @ 8:08 on the international date line :heart: :weather-clear: :world:

                  #1000
                  ÉricÉric
                  Keymaster

                    Tina scowled: “What?”
                    Six at the top means: A goat butts against a hedge.
                    “Oh, that must be another of Becky’s evil doing…”

                    Al added after a moment: “when I scrap the last line, the draw is not bad either …”

                    “Oh,” he said, looking at the numbering… “Eighteen to go in eight days…”
                    “Yes,” said Tina, “we will have to slow down now, better tell Becky that, or she will see our entries and go crazy with new ones”
                    “Ahahaha” Al couldn’t imagine how Becky would react at someone telling her NOT to do something ;)) — it was like playing “you won’t dare” with a child :))

                    #934
                    ÉricÉric
                    Keymaster

                      New Venice, March 2034

                      After so many “haven’t been on my honeymoon yet!” ( ¹² ) , Becky was relieved to see that she had fast-forwarded time so nicely that, finally, in a few hours of time now, they would depart for Sri Lanka.

                      Of course, the last events with her wavering in different probabilities, and manifesting more of what she had tried —almost by reflex— to avoid were still on her mind. She had felt a bit sorry for Sean, but she knew all along that the choices were hers, and worrying unduly about others, even if that was about her dear spouse, wouldn’t be efficient at all, needless to say not even slightly helpful.
                      She had to concentrate more on the way she wanted to express herself. That way, she knew she would draw to her the perfectly appropriate situations —while the less than appealing stuff would recede in the background under a good dose of acceptance fairy dust.

                      Though still a bit weary of her unexpected pregnancy from a future traveler who hadn’t even had the tact to propose her to elope with him, her minds were fresh and excited as ever at the thought of hopping like a daft goat on the Lion’s Rock in Sigiriya. And her good mood seemed to have an infectious effect on Sean who hadn’t even inquired of what local liquor there would be on the island. Perhaps the aura of the spiritual region had already blessed Sean with some renewed optimism.

                      As she was fondly stuffing her skimpy honeymoon outfit in the already ready to burst piece of luggage, she smiled blissfully, remembering all of a sudden how she had forgotten to be gentle with herself these past few days, and how nice it was to treat herself with shiny and twinkling shards of spicy new adventures.
                      She could indeed feel the excitement of doing some psychic archeology (as her step-mother used to call that) on these spots full of collective energies that she hadn’t had the taste of in many months.

                      #924

                      So how do we proceed? asked Armelle a bit weary of the transformergence.

                      — Easy peasy, answered Yuki, all we need to do is focus on the aspects we want to bring into alignement
                      Wait, wait, wait! the tone of urgency in Rafaela was baa’ing in their ears What did you say?… How do we do?! Why do you say we have to focus, I say, bee, Focus on Fun and reel in nonsense, and with gusto,… and pesto too, if there is! What do we care about facts, it’s all in your head, You Create your Herbality, and Go with the Fawn!… Unless it is “You are Goat Also”… I think I’m lost here! But really, what did you say, speak clearly, it’s awful, I can’t hear you! Loud and clear Cotton-tail, Load and Clean! Oh, bugger the typos, There are No Secretions,… and why are those frigging mottherflies all around my side whiskers when I can’t put them on my Chimera?!

                      :goat: :yahoo_nailbiting: ~~~ :bunny_head: :yahoo_surprise: ~~~ :y_orly: :yahoo_rolling_eyes:

                      What? Rafaela said after an awkward instant.

                      Err… Nothing, I think we’ll improvise on that one answered Yuki, a bit overwhelmed.
                      Good thinking Einski Armelle retorted. That way, we know for sure we will end up something ridiculous and —how do they say?— mentally challenged?
                      Yeah, yeah… As they say, Follow Your Passiflora… encouraged Rafaela with glinting eyes, her whiskers now full of perched yellow mottherflies.

                      Okay… At the count of fifty-seven!
                      WHAT!?
                      Ahaaha, that’s a joke… at the count of five
                      ONETWOTHREEFOURFIVE!

                      :creating_magic:

                      :fleuron:

                      Can we go now Yurmaela? Akayli was asking to his new reconfigured friend.

                      Indeed… answered the great winged big-eyed, long-eared, thick-haired creature that had appeared after the three essences had merged together. We’ll fly Claude and Anita on our back to the wortex, on top of the cleared trail. Akayli, you follow our lead with Anita’s parents, and we can all jump to the other dimension and kiss these spiders bye-bye!

                      #919

                      It only took a few seconds for Armelle to deflate though she donned off with a hint of reluctance the delightfully filling feeling of power she had acquired notwithstanding the slight overweight (a few grams at best, given her immaterial nature of pristine white hallowy owly essence, but you could not reasonably expect to be really ascended with even no more than a few grams of physicality left, could you?)…

                      So, it only took a few seconds, which in essence’s inner time was tantamount to a mere eon (a merry myriad of seconds).

                      But then, all was so clear.
                      She was seeing the trail that was left unwatched by the spiders, and that her friends would take to the wort-hole.

                      Claude, my dear, would you be so kind as to oblige me for a few minutes? she regally asked her host of the branches, taking great care not to be too self-conscious, which would irremediably make her roll her eyes and lose all composure.
                      Well… err… I s’pose yes…
                      Indeed. Then, take good care of the wort-hole, and wait for us to come back, and then lead us back to the place from whence you came.
                      Wouldn’t do that, if I were you… It’s full of magpies there…
                      Oh bugger now. Armelle sighed so profusely that it made the hair raise on Claude’s head. The Snoot told me the way would be clear, so… have a little faith in me she said in a cocker’s voice.

                      And there, in a majestic elan, she went back to the spot where her friends were now gently getting together.

                      :fleuron:

                      When she arrived, Akayli the were-lynx had just been deposing his precious package of the two silk-wrapped parents at the feet of little Anita. The first minutes of doubt passed, her hesitant face started to show a smile, knowing that her parents would be fine.

                      Yuki was for himself all very impressed by the transformergence of his friends, and was finding that a very good idea to get more focused.
                      However, he could hear the yet unvoiced protests of Armelle at his yet unphrased suggestion of a mergence
                      Now way I get my white feathers mixed in that bloody smelly goat’s fur!
                      And of course, he could hear too the yet unvoiced slew of outraged protests
                      Smelly goat? Who you bloddy call a smelly goat, you persnickity saucer-eyed shuttlecock?

                      Yet… Yuki, gazing for a few seconds of essence in the stream of possibilities, weighted again the enticing result that a mergence of the three of them would produce…
                      Which would be… a… grabbiffon.
                      A magnificent winged horned cotton-tailed… sort of… gryffun… or grumpfoon.
                      Well… perhaps Armelle was right in the not-yet-voiced first place.

                      That would just be plain ridiculous.

                      So… what are we waiting for?! Let’s do it now!! all three of them laughed in unison :D =)) :creating_magic: :buffoon:

                      #882
                      ÉricÉric
                      Keymaster

                        Ms Beryl?
                        — Yes.
                        — Tell me more about this whole sneezing… You can’t be serious about that deposition. You have sworn on the Book of Flove, and perjury is a grave offense.
                        — I know that, Sir.
                        — Perfect. And notwithstanding, you maintain your deposition.
                        — Notwithstandingly, I do Sir.
                        — That will be all.

                        :fleuron2:

                        A few days later, the case on what happened of the time-travelling goats was close owing to blatant lack of evidence.
                        Some later said that the judge fondness for the annual Fainting Goat Fair won his leniency, but that would be another story…

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