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    When Veranassessee entered the room, looking for the guests, she was startled to discover the awful mess.

    At first, she thought the cyclone Ycart may have been doing the wreckage, but soon she found out that no wall was gone, so it was obviously coming from inside the facility.

    What the…

    The super-calculator computer had been torn apart, and the electronic insides spread out everywhere.
    The Confregration would be furious that all was left of their precious asset they entrusted the mad (mmm, mentally challenged) doctor to carry out his insane (err… unusual) experiments was a big pile of unworkable chunks.
    She was thinking of how she could cover up that mess… given that the doctor was still probably reeling in frilly suspenders and silky dresses, she had time to clean up a bit. The Doc would probably won’t notice a difference, as megalomaniac as he was, he wouldn’t admit that a great part of his strides in his researches on spider genome were coming from the super-calculator…
    That nose of a b… nurse Bellamy was probably cleaning up his drool, so she might have enough time to act.

    Pushing aside a few coconuts, Veranassessee backed away suddenly…

    A trail of purple blood now?

    #966
    ÉricÉric
    Keymaster

      Sure aliens… Why not aliens? Becky said with a funny maniac laughter that sent chills through Tina’s back.
      After all, we’ve been talking to dead people for so long, we’ve forgotten all about alien lives… I want to believe!

      Well, Tina shrugged in complete abandon, I suppose that would not be your last eccentricity after all… But now that Al starts to believe such utter nonsense is beyond my understanding. I think I need to get more sleep too.
      See you tomorrow, and have fun with your rugrats darling pooh… she said with a sugary smile while closing the videoconf window.

      Phew… Becky sighed, with an anxious side glance at the silent cradles that may not stay silent much longer.

      The rugrats have names you know Tina, she said, more to herself than to the benefit of anyone else.
      And hell if I remember what they are now…

      #962
      TracyTracy
      Participant

        I’m worried about Al, Tina, said Becky. He’s really acting strange lately, have you noticed?

        Noticed! Of course I’ve bloody noticed! exclaimed Tina.

        Aw, Tina! Becky gave Tina a warm hug.

        I don’t think he’s getting enough sleep, Becky, Tina continued. Like for example, you know what you were writing in the Reality Play about Becky and the clones? Well, he thinks it’s real! He thinks the babies are clones. He even thinks YOU’RE a clone, Becky!

        Oh surely not, Tina! Ahahahah! Becky couldn’t help laughing.

        It’s no laughing matter, Backy, said Tina reproachfully, but Becky’s laughter was infectious and Tina started to smile. Oh stop making me laugh! I’m worried!

        A gurgling sound erupted from one of the baby Moses baskets. Those babies have such a sense of humour for such tiny things! said Tina, smiling down at the sunny smiling little faces.

        Haha yes, when they’re not screaming with rage, laughed Becky.

        Tina frowned. I wonder what Al sees when he looks at them?

        What do you mean, Tina?

        Well, didn’t you read Al’s last entry in the Play? Don’t ask me for a link, Becks, look it up yourself!

        Becky rolled her eyes with mock exasperation. You mean about them being emotionless?

        He’s reconfiguring their energy to fit his delusions, Becky. He’s becoming so immersed in the Play that he’s believing it’s real . It’s all a bit worrying, because he’ll be going on about dragons and mermaids in the apartment next, or talking chairs or something. I don’t know how to handle it.

        Hey, I have an idea! Becky said. How about that doctor Muir?

        #943
        TracyTracy
        Participant

          Becky started to hear voices babbling, through the swirling colours and fog. She groaned as she became aware of her head ache, and raised her hand feebly to her forehead.

          Ah, she’s coming round! she mentally translated the foreign babble that was drifting into her consciousness. Becky’s hand slipped down towards her belly, which was hurting almost as much as her head.

          What the f…! she whispered in amazement, as she struggled to sit up.

          The babble of voices twittered at her to be still, and bony fingers pushed at her shoulders, encouraging her to lie still.

          I’m not fat anymore, Becky whispered incredulously, and began to smile.

          A well meaning voice was comforting her, telling her not to worry, that the three babies were fine, though tiny, and had been rushed to a special facility in the mountains to be placed in an incubator.

          Oh, cool, said Becky vaguely, not really listening. She stroked her smooth flat belly and sighed happily, and drifted off once more into the delightful oblivion of unconsciousness.

          #939
          ÉricÉric
          Keymaster

            Phurt had been prowling in the woods for some time, but the illuminated structure at the center of the island was more appealing than the damp trees and mud holes to build her nest.
            And it was also like a sort of huge container of fat and tender food she could tell.
            She had spotted three delicious looking entrées: sorts of human cross between :yahoo_chicken: and :yahoo_cow:

            She jumped on the top of the part of the building were the three giggling entrées were heading towards. There was a window on the top of the dome which was easily opened. She wouldn’t attract attention now the rain had ceased, and that way she would be smelling the delicious suntan-cream sauce and pheromone fumet. She started to drool but before she noticed, a large gooey blue snotty pool had landed on the floor just in front of one of the meals.

            Good thing the ensuing confusion left her location still concealed, she thought…
            She had trouble discerning them as anything else than a big juicy appetizing blob of energy, but Phurt could tell they would come back; apparently, the light was enticing them.

            She would wait till they come back…
            And build her nest in this warm place full of light…

            :fleuron:

            Phurt started to glide herself through the roof window into the room. She hadn’t noticed how the blinking lights were making her dizzy. It was coming from that strange ball of light…
            She started to gaze into it, mesmerized by what she could see…
            But somehow, it felt like her energy was becoming more compact…
            What was happening?
            It was all so fascinating…
            Was she shrinking? She loved that feeling, like she was becoming more concentrated, a compact ball of sheer power!
            She was hungry for more! She would devore this world!

            HEEEEEEEEK!

            SPLATCH!

            What was that Glo?!
            A bloddy spider ‘ere! And now it’s all stuck under my foot like bloddy sticky Toilet Paper!
            Oh come on, now we can dance!

            #937

            When Anu woke up, all was fuzzy around her. She could remember the movements inside the wortex, the strange feeling of being dissolved into a million particles, and falling quickly as if falling from the sky.
            She was feeling alone. She wasn’t cold, but not comfortable either. The soil was damp, and rain was still falling were she was. Her little bag with her GameGirl Advanced was all stained by the brownish yellow mud, but it didn’t matter.
            At every moment, she expected her friends to appear once again, but she started to fear they had gone forever. Araili with its pointy dark ears, and its soft fur, Yuki, and the others. Where were they?

            Anita, are you alright?

            The voice was familiar, she recognized the unshaved face of Akita emerging from the shadows, and felt relieved. And she started to remember… her parents? Were they okay? They were with Akita in his werelynx form back “thenre”…

            Your parents are alright… They started to wake up, they asked for you… But we shouldn’t stay here, we have to find a shelter, because I think one of the spiders is here, and she will want to build a nest…

            Anita picked up her bag and started to follow Akita. A faint whisper made her turn her back to the spot were she was… there was nothing though. But she could have sworn she wasn’t alone…

            #936

            California, 1849

            Almost five months… Five whole months they’d been traveling all around the place at a very slow pace.
            Twilight was enjoying every instant of being in the middle of that strange moving cohort.

            She had been inspired to write daily. Not much at the beginning, but it was all “in the dedication and intent that marvel would shine through”, as Felix, the Otter man had been saying to her.

            In truth, she wasn’t really expecting marvels, but marvels had come to her more than once.
            At times, she even felt compelled to write about it to Jo and Elroy, her dear brothers. Of course, she’d been writing with a clockwork regularity, posting sometimes more than a few letters at each of their settling near a new town, all the way from Texas, to Colorado, Utah, Nevada and finally California. She wasn’t even sure the actual letters were reaching them, but she more than once felt like her thoughts had reached them throughout the distance, and her dreams would confirm her into these intuitions.
            That trip was hard, harder than she would have guessed, with all the heat, dust and chaotic dirt trails, but the company and fellowship was always uplifting, and a joy of each instant.
            Even the war between America and Mexico that made travel even more perilous was over after two years, and things all around seemed to settle down more peacefully as if to reflect that truce.

            And now, looking at all of what she had gathered, she was amazed at these marvels she had collected, those nuggets of their lives, each moment seemingly so fleeting and trite, and yet, as they were put together, all marvelously interwoven.
            Though she mostly loved passionate real-life stories, she had to admit she had a soft spot (or let it be said, an un-common spot) for one of her most delirious story.
            She had been inspired to write something about giant ants after she’d been amazed at seeing huge ant hills during their trip in the deserts. There was this mad quack who was trying to extract some sort of honey from giant ants to make a powerful drug, and and she had added lots of her friends from the show inside this story. Herself was a delightful jet-black haired beauty with an impossible name and diverse and frustrated love interests, spying on the mad quack… She even started to dream about that story at times…

            She loved that gentle slipping into abundant nutness…

            Now that they were arrived in San Francisco, she was considering settling there for a while, sharing her time between writing and dancing. Time would tell.

            #925
            TracyTracy
            Participant

              “My yellow is fine and dandy”
              Said green hued sickly Mandy
              “You’re mad to suggest
              A yellow sick fest”
              Said sickly green hued Mandy.

              :yahoo_sick:

              That wasn’t one of your finest, dear, said Tina disparagingly.
              Becky sighed. I need to find a Limerick support group.

              Mandy felt better at once
              “I feel better than I have in months.
              You may be mad,
              And that is sad!
              But now I fancy some lunch.”

              :yahoo_pig:

              These are special Kuzhebarian Healing Limericks you know, Becky said a trifle huffily. Nobody appreciates my limericks.

              Mr X is making some rice.
              It’ll be ready in just a trice;
              All soupy and wet,
              She’ll feel better I bet
              In a trice, at a modest price.

              :yahoo_money_eyes:

              “You tried”, she said with a smirk
              “But I doubt if it will work”

              Tina interrupted: “You tried she said with a sigh”

              Becky sighed. I was hoping you’d smirk dear, she said to Tina. The word smirk is on my ’100 things challenge’ list.
              Tina rolled her eyes and Becky continued:

              “But the poppy is making me high!
              So thanks for that!
              I’ll eat my hat.”
              She said, “Now I’m starting to fly!”

              :balloon:

              Mandy flies off down the street,
              Smiling gaily at all she meets
              “I’m high, I can fly!”
              She said with a sigh
              Of joyous delight. How sweet!

              :yahoo_eyelashes:

              Mongloose had a moment of doubt
              “I fear she is still in a prout.
              But one never does know
              How these healing rhymes flow
              Before long she’ll be up and about.”

              :yahoo_idk: :heart:

              #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:

              #918

              When Phurt awoke, it was all dark and the soil was sodden and drenched and she was all wet to the tips of her fine black and white hair. Her pairs of eyes blinked as a bright lightening illuminated the whole place.
              It looked like a forest, and though everything was silent now safe the sound of the cyclone, she could tell there was water not very far, and that place had all aspects of a body of land surrounded by waters.
              Jumping on her fine legs, she took a look around, looking for any clue… where she could start to build her new nest. The little ones would be soon requiring her attention, and she would have to secure a perimeter for them and herself. Who knew what unknown danger was looming in this unknown place?
              As if answering her silent question, a thunder rolled into the sky opening it in two in a flash of a thunderbolt, revealing somewhere in the less dense parts of the forest, a protruding tip of what seemed a huge white dome-like structure.
              That would be perfect indeed…

              Coming from it, a shriek suddenly filled her ears, parts of which where so clearly in the ultrasounds part of the spectrum that she could hear it perfectly…

              :fleuron:

              HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-ah!
              Glo was beaming.
              Aye, I think we got them all the nasty buggers!
              Good riddance! Good thing we took off our clothes, with all that nasty pomegranate juice everywhere
              Odd that those magpies gushed all bloody purple blood everywhere
              Odd indeed, now ye mention it, Sha
              What’s that “indeed” business all about now? Speaking like a bloddy ascended being are ye? Sharon said while readjusting her bra.
              Ascended beings my tits, never ‘ere when ye need them… Now, look at all this purple juice stains now, ruined all our beauty treatments…
              So what we gonna do of this UV lamp now? Sharon asked
              Odd lamp… Looks more a skull than a lamp to me, Sha
              Yeah, they got bizarrest tastes ‘ere, with that clever doctor…
              Sure, that one obviously doesn’t know how to put lipstick properly, now you say it…
              UV skull-shaped lamps now… Next thing we know, we got magpies’ Bloody Margies
              Bloody Margies! Ya’re so smart Sha, ahahaha!
              I reckon we better keep it safe… Poor Vessie seems to have much on her plate with that sexy Italian… don’t want to make another bloddy blunder
              Ya’re the brain, I reckon Sha. Let’s find Mavis and have some snacks… That honeystuff in the fridge was sooo addictive

              #916
              TracyTracy
              Participant

                Steady on, Becky! said Tina, alarmed. You nearly had that rocking chair right over!

                Becky steadied the chair and started to laugh. ‘Off my rocker’ sync, she chortled to Tina. Ahahaha, too funny!

                Tina raised an eyebrow at her freind, who was beginning to have a mad gleam in her eye, and was starting to appear a trifle hysterical.

                Steady on, Becky pooh! Tina repeated, but it was no use. Becky had seen the funny side and tears of mirth (or was it madness?) rolled down her cheeks.

                Becky, why don’t you leave that comment in the Reality Play you’re trying to do, for heavens sake, and get a grip first. You know it won’t make sense, and you won’t delete it, either, will you? Tina was firm. BECKY! Just hit send NOW!

                #914
                ÉricÉric
                Keymaster

                  Mmm, would there be retaliations?… he started to wonder again.

                  #911
                  ÉricÉric
                  Keymaster

                    Al woke up with a start.

                    In his dream, Becky’s children were born prescient, with a tint of green in the eyes, due to the amount of psychotropic laced reindeer she had ingested a few days before the conception…

                    Oh my Flove, what have we done

                    #909

                    The confusion that Claude had made on the spiders ranks had been all that Phurt had waited for.
                    In her agitation she hadn’t felt the signals that the Mother had been hurt during the fight.

                    The only thing that obsessed Phurt now was that a way was now clear for the giant spider to go nearer the “wortex”. She could feel it, it was coming from the elder tree, the roots of which went spreading miles and miles away.
                    Perhaps she could subjugate that raw power, consume it wholly and become one with it.

                    But, as she went closer and closer, she started to feel as if she wasn’t the one eating or absorbing it, but the reverse was true. She started to struggle as she felt sucked into the wortex, crying as she felt doomed to oblivion, as old Narani had been telling them. How stupid had she been, she should have heard her. And as the Mother was now dying instead of becoming the new Mother, she was now about to die with her.
                    But now was too late for laments. She had to embrace her destiny, and if it meant to die, she would, with pride.

                    :fleuron:

                    They all had felt it simultaneously. Armelle and the Snoot on the borgulm tree, Yuki and Rafaela, waiting with Anita near the perimeter made by the spiders, and Akayli the werelynx, carrying the mummified parents.

                    What’s happening Claude asked to the owl

                    One of the giant spiders went through the hole, and we’ll have to follow her said Yuki to Anita.

                    The good thing is that the turmoil will keep the wortex opened a little longer Akayli thought to himselves.

                    Armelle, go open the way now the Snoot whispered to the owl, then poofed away in a gurgling liquid sound.

                    #908

                    They won’t stop those nasty buggers! Tearing apart all our beauty machines! Awww, poor Vessie will be devastated! Gloria said sadly, coming dangerously close to the spot
                    Watch’out Glo! Sharon cried as a menacing magpie came cawing at her while the others were ripping the machine apart in gruesome metallic sounds.
                    Bugger! Bugger! cried Gloria Won’t bloddy poke me eyes! She started to wave her arms and kick out in erratic movements to brush out the bouncing and flying bird.

                    STAY CLEAR! the voice of Sha thundered a few moments after, and before Gloria could notice anything, a big thud with a crunching sound went zooming past her.
                    Bloddy brilliant Sha! Gloria said, spreading the fatty fingers of her hands off her face to look at the magpie crunched under a coconut. Not so proud now, bloddy bugger! she sniggered at the bird.

                    She almost giggled as she looked up on her friend. In a second, she understood how the coconut had been thrown. Ye’re bloody genius Sha! Wouldn’t have thought of using me bra as a sling! she beamed at her nearly naked friend wearing all but wrinkles and padding.

                    Oh the buggers, won’t get away with it! an all bucked up Gloria said, stripping her bra off her opulent breasts.
                    Dammit, they got something! T’s‘all shiny like a crystal ball! Must be a U.V. lamp or something
                    They won’t get away with it! We’ll knock ‘em out one by one those nasty buggers; any more coconuts by yourself sweetie?
                    Got aye few pomegranates here
                    Go fer it!

                    #907

                    Will you stop the jig now! You want to make us both end up in a tree or what? an exasperated Armelle snapped at her uncooperative passenger who stopped as soon as the clear voice of the owl had been heard.
                    A talking owl now? Is that a bad spoof of Jurassic Park?
                    Oh stop the sarcasm Armelle said, rolling her eyes almost by reflex at the remark, and quickly coming back to her sense after she started to lose direction in an unexpected loop stunting, scratching her wings in low branches and ending on all fours on top of a big borgulm tree .

                    Greetings little poohs, the grinning Snoot, all liquid fur red with the juice of the fruits greeted them. The Snoot has been expecting you and you

                    #906

                    Armelle was aware that everybody would be there in any minute now…
                    The one who had come from the wortex wouldn’t hold long in the middle of these huge creatures. He had managed to injure or even kill a few of them, but though he showed no trace of fatigue yet, his body was bruised.

                    Ah, she sighed, feeling herself on the brink of doing something stupid. Taking a few deep breaths, she hold them until one could see the beautiful snowy owl starting to inflate like a rubber balloon, her size became twice, or thrice bigger than usual.

                    In a few minutes, she was as big as the mythical thunderbirds of the Native myths.

                    Taking a look at her waist, she sighed again. Hope I won’t get any stretch marks…

                    She then pounced on the heap of fighting bodies, and came back in the airs holding Claude in her talons.

                    #905

                    — If you have an idea, then tell it quick, said Akita, this place gives me the creeps.
                    — Remember how Kay’s having this nice werewolf form in his shape-shifting bag of tricks?
                    — Yes, but he cannot really hold it for very long… Wouldn’t be easier if you just teleport us or something?
                    — Well, the thing is, yes, that would work for us, but that would take too long to teach you, not to say the parents. We can’t really count on their cooperation for now… and it’s perhaps better that way, because I’m not sure they would really believe they can do it anyway.
                    — So the real question is, Kay interrupted, how do we move quickly with two stoned weights?
                    — Exactly. My suggestion is that we combine our energies. I must say I’m quite fond of the werewolf outfit, it’s brawny and forces respect, and besides, you and Akita know how to operate it.
                    — I think I get your point. So how do we do?
                    — Just let Kay merge with you, and I’ll facilitate the anchoring, said Araili.

                    Kay started to swirl around Akita in a swoosh of air, while Araili faded into the background to become a force-field around them, getting tighter and tighter, until all three were a ball of light and poofed back in the form of a twelve-feet tall impressive werelynx.

                    GRRRREAT, growled Akayli the beast. Let’s move on.

                    Baring his claws, he delicately tore off the mummifying silky threads to unwrap the two parents, and taking each of them under the hairy soft grey arms, sprung out of the nest to the forest in quick bounces.

                    #904

                    The portal has opened, we must hurry said Araili

                    Araili had felt something more, that he didn’t want to share yet with Akita and his spirit dog Kay. He had felt that something, or someone was trying to make its way from the wortex. However, the whole area was tightly held in a sort of quarantine by the giant spiders. Their genetic ancestral memory was aware of previous huge bleedthroughs like this one, and they had what humans would call “prophecies” amongst their kin, of such occurrences being heralds of tremendous upheavals.
                    Araili, who was extending far beyond this guise of a lynx that he had taken now, smiled when he thought of how some of his earthly medieval focuses would have been similarly frightened by natural events like eclipses.

                    It did not take long to them to find Anita’s parents. They were right at the spot that the big arachnid had just left, wrapped in silky spider bandages with little skin left to breathe.

                    They seem alive. checked Akita. Heavily sedated, but alive… Now, we’ll have to get them out of here quick.
                    I think I have an idea smiled Araili.

                    :fleuron:

                    Claude had finally came out of what he thought was just a strange tree, but then, his preternatural senses where telling him something was wrong. This place looked different. No, this place felt different.
                    And smelt different too.

                    There were soft sounds, crawlings he could hear, very near his place. They were coming from him, but he would fight.
                    He jumped on a tree, and in a few vigorous movements, was perched on top of it.
                    He almost gapped when he saw the black circle of huge spiderly creatures around his tree.

                    They were staying at a distance from the wortex. But for how long… He couldn’t wait for his death.

                    From the top of the tree, Claude jumped unscathed. Taking a look around, he found exactly what he needed.
                    Breaking a few sharp bamboos poles, he started his move to the black circle in a prodigious and accelerated run.

                    :fleuron:

                    From atop a nearby tree, Armelle was considering the whole scene. The wortex would probably last a few hours, perhaps a bit more. Anita, Rafaela and Yuki were about to be here soon, she had warned them of the spider circle, so that they would hide until she has found them a way to get through.

                    She had not expected someone to come out of it. That may be her way…

                    :fleuron:

                    Phurt was coming closer and closer now. She could feel the surge of power, and the trepidation raising all the hair on her legs. She couldn’t possibly confront all of the sisters. Not yet.
                    She had to find a way to get past.

                    As if Arachneiax, Goddess of her kind had heard and answered her plea, a dying cry, confusion, and call for help came to her senses from a border of their circle. A perfect diversion…

                    #902
                    TracyTracy
                    Participant

                      Blimey O Riley, said Becky when she read what she’d written the previous evening. As she read it over again, though, a picture began to form in her mind, a character was starting to form.

                      I was connecting to a focus, she surmised, A focus as a simple country washerwoman. A simple person, choosing to experience a life of simple pleasures, not bogged down with deep meaningful thoughts or ideas; not striving for insights or accomplishments, a pure and simple life for a pure and simple soul.

                      The washerwoman used words differently, she didn’t use words to communicate with anyone, she simply used the bubbling gurgling endless stream of sounds to amuse herself…endlessly babbling, always smiling, infinitely amused with the sheer joyous nonsense of the sounds tumbling from her lips, broadcasting seeds of absurdity in the cornfields and the meadows of the hay hoo down dooly…..

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