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From: mute@hotblack.gweep.net (Josh Brandt)
Subject: Re: Okay, who put him up to this?
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Organization: GweepCo Cooperative Network - Worcester, Massachusetts, USA
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Date: Wed, 21 Dec 1994 02:49:45 GMT

In article ,
TOOZDAY  wrote:
>
>James Burke glanced up, where he saw a young man, with a kitten in each
>hand, his shoe untied, and hanging upside down from a Zeppelin...

"Now," rambled Gramps, "you might think that jist 'cause I was a-hangin'
from that there Zeplin, upside down an' all, I was a right goner! Why,
nosirree! I had been hanging there for not quite two minutes when them thar
Commie came right back out! And the head Commie took one look at am
a-hangin' there and called out a couple of his best troopers. 'Well,' he
said, 'it looks like we will be pulling you back up!' I got the, um,
impression, thar, that he didn't quite speak English, least not as good as
me and you do, Joey."

Joey nodded, grinning toothily up at his scrawny progenitor. "Ayup! You
betcha, Gramps!" He giggled and bounced up and down as he spoke, writhing in
delight at having finally escaped the circular documentary story. "What
then, Gramps? What then?"


Gramps continued...

Well, now, Joey, (he said,) Them Commies was none too pleased to see me
hangin' there by my foot, holdin' his ballast and all. I managed to git them
kittens stuck back inside my shirt, so the troopers didn't take 'em away
from me. They'd'a just chucked them kittie right back overboard, and then
where would I've been? 

So, them Zeppelin Commies from Mars done gone and marched me right down to
the brig of that there airship. Now, the brig on an airship ain't quite the
same thing as the brig on a sailing ship. I was tied up right good and
tight, and then they went and strapped me right to the bottom of the cabin! 
"Ha," said the Captain as he pulled them buckles up tight, "that'll educate
you on the proper methodology and techniques of dealing with we who come 
from Mars! Hopeful to you it is we soon not land!" And laughin and snortin
somethin' fierce in his nose, he stomped off somewhere back into the
depth of the Zepplin, leavin' me hangin' out under the ship!



-- 
  Sweet ghost of light, I've lived too long    Robyn
             I die for you inside this song    Hitchcock
                                Josh Brandt -- mute@hotblack.gweep.net


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