2004-06-24 - 9:55 p.m.
The night is quiet and the stars are faint. Gweenie is reading... yesssss... the little critter has discovered the works of Don Marquis. She is pondering the life of a bug who can type. The Phantom is pondering the life of a hermit. Things just pile up too fast and people you love try to worry you to death and this life is just NOT fair. It is not that she has never known this before, but her age is beginning to show. If it was not for the little ones she would retreat into the leaves and silently sleep the rest of her time away. Then Gweenie rustles around in the pages of the book and the small noise activated toy growls. "ACK!" She hides in the long robes of the Phantom.
"Heh heh heh..."
"Dat thing is alive!"
"No Gweenie, it is a toy."
"Wite! It's wooking at meeeeee!"
The Phantom chuckles to herself and Gweenie moves a safe distance from the toy. The Kougra softly purrs.
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