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Path: hotblack!android
From: android@hotblack.gweep.net (Andrew J. Petrarca)
Subject: Re: Okay, who put him up to this?
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Summary: wackiness ensues
Organization: GweepCo Cooperative Network - Worcester, Massachusetts, USA
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Date: Thu, 25 Aug 1994 05:23:23 GMT

In article ,
 Uncle Don  wrote:

>However, as chance would have it, the spaceship was just at that moment
>passing over...

       ..."Tex and Edna Boyle's Prairie Warehouse and Trampoline Emporium."
Well, I could hardly believe it when I hit that trampoline at what must've
been over a hundred miles an hour.  And I've got to admit that it hurt a bit
to be flung back up in the air again all of a sudden, though I guess it
would've hurt more if I'd hit the ground.  I could hear Ol' Tex Boyle
hollering at me for using his trampoline without paying.  Tex was like that,
always saying things like "You bounce it, you bought it!" and whatnot.  Us
neighborhood kids knew better than to jump on the trampolines when he was
around.  Now Edna, she was different.  "Let them have their fun" she'd tell
him.  In fact, when Tex wasn't around, she'd actually invite us in to play. 
It was the darndest thing...

Well anyway, where was I?  Oh yeah... here I was flying straight back up at
that ship, thinking I was going to slam into it, or else miss and end up
hitting the ground that I'd been so lucky to miss the first time 'round. 
That thought was particularly frightening since the Prairie Warehouse was
right next door to "Just Shards" and "Rusty Razor Blade City," not to
mention "Crazy Larry's House of Hornets!"

Anyway, those guys up in that Zeppelin must've needed to fine tune their
altitude a bit, cause I just barely caught the next kitten that they threw
out.  So here I was hurtling upward at this blimp deal holding a kitten in
each hand, and what did I do?  I'll tell you what.  I noticed that my shoe
was untied, that's what.  And for some reason all I could do was wonder how
I was going to tie it while I was flying through the air holding these
kittens.  I decided that maybe if I put one of them in my shirt pocket and
grabbed the scruff of the other one's neck with my teeth I could probably
bend over and tie my shoe without hurting either of them.  For some reason
it wasn't until later that I realized just how weird a thought that was. 

Luckily I somehow managed to catch hold of a pipe on the bottom of the blimp
with my legs.  So now I was hanging upside-down by my knees from a pipe
attached to the bottom of a rogue blimp, holding a kitten in each hand.  And
my shoe was still untied, too.  I've got to tell you, up to this point, this
was probably the weirdest day I'd had since the marmalade incident out at
uncle Jeb's...  I've told you that one, haven't I?

-- 
Bitwise, android.                                         &


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