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Mrs Gil-Galad Took
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MGGT nodded her head. "Yes, that's right. My husband will be around here somewhere and yep I am the same dutch person Joe ment".
MGGT was drinking her lemonade when MGGT spotted Queenie.
" Hey!! I heard you made a dramatic change recently! It looks like you finally got to know the Lord"
Queenie nodded. " Yes, thanks to Aslan. If he didn't give me another chance none of this would ever happened. I'm so glad I found Emmett! And the most fun thing is he is a delicious cook! He even wondered if I would be afraid of fire but I must say I love the fire. Well, of course when nothing is set on fire except for my heart".
MGGT was drinking her lemonade when MGGT spotted Queenie.
" Hey!! I heard you made a dramatic change recently! It looks like you finally got to know the Lord"
Queenie nodded. " Yes, thanks to Aslan. If he didn't give me another chance none of this would ever happened. I'm so glad I found Emmett! And the most fun thing is he is a delicious cook! He even wondered if I would be afraid of fire but I must say I love the fire. Well, of course when nothing is set on fire except for my heart".
Copperfox
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JUST SO IT WON'T GO TO WASTE, LET THE FOLLOWING BE CONSIDERED AS A FLASHBACK, OCCURRING WITHIN AN HOUR OR TWO BEFORE THE LAST SCENE VANESSA POSTED:
Gladys, the elderly widow who owned the bed-and-breakfast, was up long before Queenie, and had a cheerful fire going in the wood-pellet stove. Coming down from her room, the former Snow Queen had a sudden thought: "Am I normal enough now that I can endure being close to a fire?"
The thought frightened her; for an instant, she felt as if she might melt like actual snow. But then she remembered that she had been in terror of Aslan, yet He had turned out to be her best friend. Next she remembered how warm she had felt in Emmett's embrace when they had said goodnight; and the only melting she had done then had been figurative.
So, trembling, she approached the stove.
Two meters away from it--no bad effect. One meter away--no bad effect. Right up next to it--YES, she exulted, she WAS normal now, only as vulnerable to fire as normal people were!
Eating breakfast with Gladys and her other guests, Queenie kept gazing at her hostess. Gladys had to be at least seventy years old, and on her face was written all the mortal weariness which the young Princess Lind had hoped to avoid forever. Lind, now Queenie, knew that her salvation came with the price tag of rejoining the human race in its mortality; but seeing Gladys, she was less in dread of growing old. For Gladys, who also had Aslan in her heart, possessed her own kind of beauty which years could not erase.
Gladys, the elderly widow who owned the bed-and-breakfast, was up long before Queenie, and had a cheerful fire going in the wood-pellet stove. Coming down from her room, the former Snow Queen had a sudden thought: "Am I normal enough now that I can endure being close to a fire?"
The thought frightened her; for an instant, she felt as if she might melt like actual snow. But then she remembered that she had been in terror of Aslan, yet He had turned out to be her best friend. Next she remembered how warm she had felt in Emmett's embrace when they had said goodnight; and the only melting she had done then had been figurative.
So, trembling, she approached the stove.
Two meters away from it--no bad effect. One meter away--no bad effect. Right up next to it--YES, she exulted, she WAS normal now, only as vulnerable to fire as normal people were!
Eating breakfast with Gladys and her other guests, Queenie kept gazing at her hostess. Gladys had to be at least seventy years old, and on her face was written all the mortal weariness which the young Princess Lind had hoped to avoid forever. Lind, now Queenie, knew that her salvation came with the price tag of rejoining the human race in its mortality; but seeing Gladys, she was less in dread of growing old. For Gladys, who also had Aslan in her heart, possessed her own kind of beauty which years could not erase.
Copperfox
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Back to the present--
Eric Lindros was outside the Gunslinger Steakhouse, noting the contrasts in Horse-With-No-Name-Ville, such as horses hitched alongside houses that had satellite-TV antennae. Then he heard himself addressed by name. Turning, he saw the bearded Navy veteran about whom Vanessa never said anything to him, but about whom he had heard from others.
"I'm Copperfox, or Uncle Joe to some," said the older man, shaking hands. "That's _quite_ a sword you've got there! I have a sword collection, but none of them are magical. Worse luck, my sister who's a stage-combat instructor would gladly give me regular swordplay lessons, but she lives too far away."
"I don't suppose you're looking for hockey instructions," said Eric, hoping that this didn't come off as an insult.
Copperfox wasn't offended. "Not at my age! But I wanted to congratulate you on your wedding. I'm in a position to know that marriage is a high calling. Only _more_ so in a time when the Change Party is trying to call it 'hate speech' even to _mention_ marriage, because it might hurt the poor itty-bitty feelings of those who _don't_ like God's design for love and family. Here is a small wedding gift from me;" and he handed the hockey star a paperback copy of "The Four Loves," by C.S. Lewis. "Maybe you could read it together. And now, please excuse me; I have to go make sure that a certain Talking Duck isn't getting himself into mischief."
Then Copperfox was gone, without bothering to ask if Hannah had ever given them the crystal he had entrusted to her to give to them.
Eric Lindros was outside the Gunslinger Steakhouse, noting the contrasts in Horse-With-No-Name-Ville, such as horses hitched alongside houses that had satellite-TV antennae. Then he heard himself addressed by name. Turning, he saw the bearded Navy veteran about whom Vanessa never said anything to him, but about whom he had heard from others.
"I'm Copperfox, or Uncle Joe to some," said the older man, shaking hands. "That's _quite_ a sword you've got there! I have a sword collection, but none of them are magical. Worse luck, my sister who's a stage-combat instructor would gladly give me regular swordplay lessons, but she lives too far away."
"I don't suppose you're looking for hockey instructions," said Eric, hoping that this didn't come off as an insult.
Copperfox wasn't offended. "Not at my age! But I wanted to congratulate you on your wedding. I'm in a position to know that marriage is a high calling. Only _more_ so in a time when the Change Party is trying to call it 'hate speech' even to _mention_ marriage, because it might hurt the poor itty-bitty feelings of those who _don't_ like God's design for love and family. Here is a small wedding gift from me;" and he handed the hockey star a paperback copy of "The Four Loves," by C.S. Lewis. "Maybe you could read it together. And now, please excuse me; I have to go make sure that a certain Talking Duck isn't getting himself into mischief."
Then Copperfox was gone, without bothering to ask if Hannah had ever given them the crystal he had entrusted to her to give to them.
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Copperfox
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Smerdyakov was keeping himself busy writing plans for the punishment of the gremlins who made the forum keep crashing. Seeing this, Copperfox returned to his vegetarian restaurant.
There were two unfamiliar men seated at a table. When they saw Copperfox, they introduced themselves as members of--surprise, surprise--the Change Party.
"Mister RA-vitts?" one addressed him, mispronouncing the last name with a short A as in "flat."
"To everyone but Navy chief petty officers, it's RAY-vitts, long A," said Copperfox. "What can I do for you?"
"It's what you can do for equality, diversity, tolerance, inclusion, compassion, and multiculturalism."
The second visitor now took over. "You operate a vegetarian restaurant here. But you have allowed your _definition_ of 'vegetarian' to be dictated by traditionalistic linear thinking, to mean 'excluding any kind of meat from the diet.' "
"Well, that IS what 'vegetarian' means," Copperfox replied. "But let me guess: you're about to tell me that I must _change_ my definition of 'vegetarian,' so that someone can eat meat here but still _claim_ to be eating a vegetarian meal."
"Ah, so you agree!" said the first visitor. "That's very good! If you hurry up and start serving meat here, we _might_ be able to let you off of paying the fines that are being imposed on you for non-compliance with the executive orders which will be issued next year."
"Wait a minute!" exclaimed Copperfox. "Fines, for disobeying a regulation which not only _wasn't_ passed by Congress, but which _isn't_ even in effect yet??"
"Of course," said the second visitor, as if speaking to a slow-learning child. "How can we _spread_ the wealth around, if we don't get started _taking_ the wealth? But it won't be as hard on you financially as you think, because you won't have to buy the meat you'll be required to serve here..."
"Let me guess again," said Copperfox. "While you lean on me to redefine my terms and cease to be a vegetarian establishment while falsely _saying_ we're still vegetarian, you're going to pander to animal-rights crazies by getting on Emmett's case FOR serving meat. You'll confiscate his meat supply, and give it to me."
"You understand us so well, I'm surprised you didn't vote for us!"
Copperfox narrowed his eyes. "I voted against you, _because_ I understand you." Even as he said this, he was transforming into The Grey Eagle. Using his temperature-control power, he feverized their brains just enough to make them pass out for a short while with no permanent damage. Propping them up in side-by-side chairs out in front of The Octopus Garden, he told two of his waiters to make hand-lettered signs. One sign was to read, "Down With Socialism--Free Enterprise Forever!"; the other was to read, "Marriage And Family: Refer To The Bible."
While the two party hacks were still unconscious, Grey Eagle placed the signs in their hands. Waiting for them to awaken, the superhero snapped digital photos of them as soon as their eyes opened--so that it would look as if they had been holding these conservative signs on purpose. "These pictures of you will be online in ten minutes," he told them. "Have fun explaining them to your precinct bosses."
There were two unfamiliar men seated at a table. When they saw Copperfox, they introduced themselves as members of--surprise, surprise--the Change Party.
"Mister RA-vitts?" one addressed him, mispronouncing the last name with a short A as in "flat."
"To everyone but Navy chief petty officers, it's RAY-vitts, long A," said Copperfox. "What can I do for you?"
"It's what you can do for equality, diversity, tolerance, inclusion, compassion, and multiculturalism."
The second visitor now took over. "You operate a vegetarian restaurant here. But you have allowed your _definition_ of 'vegetarian' to be dictated by traditionalistic linear thinking, to mean 'excluding any kind of meat from the diet.' "
"Well, that IS what 'vegetarian' means," Copperfox replied. "But let me guess: you're about to tell me that I must _change_ my definition of 'vegetarian,' so that someone can eat meat here but still _claim_ to be eating a vegetarian meal."
"Ah, so you agree!" said the first visitor. "That's very good! If you hurry up and start serving meat here, we _might_ be able to let you off of paying the fines that are being imposed on you for non-compliance with the executive orders which will be issued next year."
"Wait a minute!" exclaimed Copperfox. "Fines, for disobeying a regulation which not only _wasn't_ passed by Congress, but which _isn't_ even in effect yet??"
"Of course," said the second visitor, as if speaking to a slow-learning child. "How can we _spread_ the wealth around, if we don't get started _taking_ the wealth? But it won't be as hard on you financially as you think, because you won't have to buy the meat you'll be required to serve here..."
"Let me guess again," said Copperfox. "While you lean on me to redefine my terms and cease to be a vegetarian establishment while falsely _saying_ we're still vegetarian, you're going to pander to animal-rights crazies by getting on Emmett's case FOR serving meat. You'll confiscate his meat supply, and give it to me."
"You understand us so well, I'm surprised you didn't vote for us!"
Copperfox narrowed his eyes. "I voted against you, _because_ I understand you." Even as he said this, he was transforming into The Grey Eagle. Using his temperature-control power, he feverized their brains just enough to make them pass out for a short while with no permanent damage. Propping them up in side-by-side chairs out in front of The Octopus Garden, he told two of his waiters to make hand-lettered signs. One sign was to read, "Down With Socialism--Free Enterprise Forever!"; the other was to read, "Marriage And Family: Refer To The Bible."
While the two party hacks were still unconscious, Grey Eagle placed the signs in their hands. Waiting for them to awaken, the superhero snapped digital photos of them as soon as their eyes opened--so that it would look as if they had been holding these conservative signs on purpose. "These pictures of you will be online in ten minutes," he told them. "Have fun explaining them to your precinct bosses."
Copperfox
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Bat-Bat was wandering along a city street, when a shiny limousine parked near him and two men got out, engrossed in a discussion:
"...was bumped by one of the Chinese jets; _that's_ why it had to make a landing."
"But you don't understand--we're not in business to _educate_ people; we're in business to arouse _emotions!_ Trust me; trust my writers; we'll make America the villain, don't worry. The media already did half the job for us when the incident was fresh news, calling the plane's flight a 'spy mission' even though it was in international airspace when the Chinese fighters came after it."
"Fine, fine; but is an audience _really_ going to swallow a film saying that the U.S. Navy sent a _propellor_-driven aircraft on an air-to-air attack mission to knock _jet_ fighters out of the sky by hitting them with its _wings?_"
"Trust me: we're talking about the same audiences that believe you can have a light-saber duel floating on a raft right on top of a hundred million tons of burning lava, and NOT be cooked to death by superheated air."
Bat-Bat would have taken some action against these scoundrels, if not that he was more concerned about foiling the plan to make a movie besmirching Emmett and Queenie's romance; but he did manage to record for future study much of the conversation between the men he had just heard.
"...was bumped by one of the Chinese jets; _that's_ why it had to make a landing."
"But you don't understand--we're not in business to _educate_ people; we're in business to arouse _emotions!_ Trust me; trust my writers; we'll make America the villain, don't worry. The media already did half the job for us when the incident was fresh news, calling the plane's flight a 'spy mission' even though it was in international airspace when the Chinese fighters came after it."
"Fine, fine; but is an audience _really_ going to swallow a film saying that the U.S. Navy sent a _propellor_-driven aircraft on an air-to-air attack mission to knock _jet_ fighters out of the sky by hitting them with its _wings?_"
"Trust me: we're talking about the same audiences that believe you can have a light-saber duel floating on a raft right on top of a hundred million tons of burning lava, and NOT be cooked to death by superheated air."
Bat-Bat would have taken some action against these scoundrels, if not that he was more concerned about foiling the plan to make a movie besmirching Emmett and Queenie's romance; but he did manage to record for future study much of the conversation between the men he had just heard.
The Spanish Inquisition
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Smerdyakov watched the Party Hacks leave.
"If I were you, Best Buddy, I would have planned a nasty accident. But, no matter, I've got the perfect plan to get those twerpy forum-crashing gremlins. I call it my RAIN OF TERROR! We need 23 water balloons, a live orangutan, some quick drying cement, three dozen ping-pong balls, The Three Caballeros on VHS, and a foreign exchange student named “Ling”. Do you know where to find any of that stuff, Best-friend-of-mine?"
He looks up repectfully at Copperfox.
"If I were you, Best Buddy, I would have planned a nasty accident. But, no matter, I've got the perfect plan to get those twerpy forum-crashing gremlins. I call it my RAIN OF TERROR! We need 23 water balloons, a live orangutan, some quick drying cement, three dozen ping-pong balls, The Three Caballeros on VHS, and a foreign exchange student named “Ling”. Do you know where to find any of that stuff, Best-friend-of-mine?"
He looks up repectfully at Copperfox.
Copperfox
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"As a matter of fact," Copperfox answers the purple duck's question without hesitation, "I _own_ a video of 'The Three Caballeros,' I know how to contact people involved with student exchange programs, and I have some cement left over from a project at home. For the other things, we only need to visit Bugs Bunny's invisible storage shed."
"Invisible storage shed?" Smerdyakov echoes.
"Yes. Have you seen what happens in many of the old Bugs Bunny cartoons, when Bugs runs off-camera, then returns into view holding any object he needs? He gets all those things from his invisible storage shed. You and I can go searching for it right now, and it won't matter how long it takes, because once we have the stuff you need, a Narnia-like time-shift phenomenon will bring us back to a time only minutes after this conversation, and we won't be any older. It will, of course, go faster if we meet Daffy Duck; he'll naturally sympathize with you as a fellow duck, and he'll be delighted to put one over on Bugs at last.""
"I'm surprised you're so ready to take off on impulse," remarks the purple duck.
"That's in part because I can _literally_ take off, and fly with you, as The Grey Eagle," says Copperfox. "It's also because I'm feeling the urgency to see vengeance falling on those gremlins. During most of the time I've been writing the report of this dialogue we're having, the forum has been jammed up AGAIN."
"Invisible storage shed?" Smerdyakov echoes.
"Yes. Have you seen what happens in many of the old Bugs Bunny cartoons, when Bugs runs off-camera, then returns into view holding any object he needs? He gets all those things from his invisible storage shed. You and I can go searching for it right now, and it won't matter how long it takes, because once we have the stuff you need, a Narnia-like time-shift phenomenon will bring us back to a time only minutes after this conversation, and we won't be any older. It will, of course, go faster if we meet Daffy Duck; he'll naturally sympathize with you as a fellow duck, and he'll be delighted to put one over on Bugs at last.""
"I'm surprised you're so ready to take off on impulse," remarks the purple duck.
"That's in part because I can _literally_ take off, and fly with you, as The Grey Eagle," says Copperfox. "It's also because I'm feeling the urgency to see vengeance falling on those gremlins. During most of the time I've been writing the report of this dialogue we're having, the forum has been jammed up AGAIN."
Copperfox
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"Oh, and I almost forgot!" Copperfox adds. "I know where to find a live orangutan, too: a _talking_ orangutan, no less, named Shangpo. He was in the first roleplay I ever joined on TDL, a straightfaced Narnian adventure. That roleplay was ruined in a matter of days, by means of almost _everyone_ else in it either deserting it, or contradicting other people's posts."
"Then that was why you founded _this_ thread to be disorganized on purpose!" exclaimed Smerdyakov in realization. "As a way to vent your disgust at lousy playing, without individually getting on the case of any one person."
"Exactly. We'll fly by the disused 'Tales from the Wardrobe' thread and offer Shangpo the job helping you. Um, Smerdyakov, you DO realize you're not allowed to kill him or the exchange student, right?"
"Then that was why you founded _this_ thread to be disorganized on purpose!" exclaimed Smerdyakov in realization. "As a way to vent your disgust at lousy playing, without individually getting on the case of any one person."
"Exactly. We'll fly by the disused 'Tales from the Wardrobe' thread and offer Shangpo the job helping you. Um, Smerdyakov, you DO realize you're not allowed to kill him or the exchange student, right?"
Copperfox
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Eric went inside the steakhouse and showed Vanessa the C.S. Lewis book which Copperfox had given him. "Isn't Copperfox coming in here himself?" asked Eric's bride. "No, he had other things to do," said Vanessa's groom. "He didn't seem to want to linger--went off again in quite a hurry."
Emmett, meanwhile, was asking Queenie to tell him more about her childhood--promising not to think worse of her for anything she might reveal, for he knew she was a new person in Jesus.
Emmett, meanwhile, was asking Queenie to tell him more about her childhood--promising not to think worse of her for anything she might reveal, for he knew she was a new person in Jesus.
Copperfox
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GAVIN, THE INCREDIBLE-HULK FAN, IS AT IT AGAIN, SAYING:
Gavin asks his pal the Hulk to make Gavin's school's football team win the next game. The Hulk doesn't actually suit up, because he doesn't want to hurt any of those wimpy Larchtown Leopards. Instead, every time a Larchtown offensive player is running with the ball, the Hulk picks up the whole field and rotates it 180 degrees, so that the Larchtown player ends up scoring a touchdown for the mighty Shale Junction Sharks!
Gavin asks his pal the Hulk to make Gavin's school's football team win the next game. The Hulk doesn't actually suit up, because he doesn't want to hurt any of those wimpy Larchtown Leopards. Instead, every time a Larchtown offensive player is running with the ball, the Hulk picks up the whole field and rotates it 180 degrees, so that the Larchtown player ends up scoring a touchdown for the mighty Shale Junction Sharks!
Suddenly, a bunch of Oompa Loompas come running down one end of the thread and out the other in a flash!!
Copperfox
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Smerdyakov and Grey Eagle manage to fly alongside the hurrying Oompa-Loompas, asking if any of them have any balloons. When told that this has to do with combatting forum freeze-ups, the more computer-literate Oompa-Loompas dig in their pockets, coming up with a total of 26 balloons for our heroes. "Thank you!" exclaims Copperfox/Grey Eagle, and says to Smerdyakov, "That gives you three spares, in case you break any when filling them with water. Now, if we can just find that invisible storage shed..."
SongsofLife
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News flash: All the kings horses and all the kings men could put humpty Dumpty together again.
SongsofLife
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Indeed. My point exactly! Nice catch there CF. 
The Spanish Inquisition
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"There's got to be an invisible shed somewhere," grumbles Smerdyakov, "Of course, we could just go to Wal*mart, I'm sure we can find some stuff there. Now, you create a diversion, Best Buddy, while I steal some ping-pong balls... Or should we go to the airport to meet Ling first?"
Suddenly, he realizes something.
"Wait....does Ling speak English? No matter, my plan will work anyway" He smirks twistedly.
Suddenly, he realizes something.
"Wait....does Ling speak English? No matter, my plan will work anyway" He smirks twistedly.
Mrs Gil-Galad Took
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Queenie blushed and admitted to Emmett she never had cooked a meal before. She was used to her servants doing all this for her. Emmett decided to teach her some of the basics of cooking. He took her to the kitchen and planned to make a very easy meal. One which even someone like Queenie could not have problems with. It was tough for Emmett to be fully concentrated because the beautiful eyes of his bride_to_be burned in to his eyes like a fire. But not a bad fire. Emmett realized all bad and evil inside of her had left his so beloved Queenie's heart. Mrs Lind was ready to tell her story while Emmett as cooking.
" When I was a young kid my parents always taught me how to be nice and kind to others. As a future Queen I would have to stay in touch with my people and harming them won't do me any good. How little did I know then hat I do know now. My parents had many duties and didn't have much time for me. So I was left all by myself. No friends or siblings to play with and some friends I did have always made fun of me. Because I was easily upset when they won at a game. I must say they were right. I wasn't a good loser you know. I think it started back then when my feelings began to change. I started to dislike more and more things. Mainly because I felt so lonely and because I had a temper I didn't want to show my true feelings. And slowly this turned into hatred against everything around me. There was no room for love in my life and when my parents decided I should become Queen I fled away. I didn't want to be a Queen in a land with joy and laughter. I wanted everybody to listen to me. I gave orders and nobody would ask questions. I went to a Land which had no leader and I decided to make it my own. I told you about this wizard who gave me this book? I used this book to make this Land completely mine. Snow and Ice instead of Spring or Summer and even Fall. Nobody would escape my eye. But looking back I hate to remember how I was. Things are so different now. I found you Emmett and that's all what counts"
Queenie gave Emmett a long and passionate kiss. Emmett quickly turned out the stove. He was so interested in what his future wife had to say he forgot about his meal. But fortunately and as usual, Emmett was in time.
" This my sweet lass are the basics of cooking"
The rest of the afternoon Emmett taught his Queenie as much as she liked about food and how to prepare an easy meal.
" When I was a young kid my parents always taught me how to be nice and kind to others. As a future Queen I would have to stay in touch with my people and harming them won't do me any good. How little did I know then hat I do know now. My parents had many duties and didn't have much time for me. So I was left all by myself. No friends or siblings to play with and some friends I did have always made fun of me. Because I was easily upset when they won at a game. I must say they were right. I wasn't a good loser you know. I think it started back then when my feelings began to change. I started to dislike more and more things. Mainly because I felt so lonely and because I had a temper I didn't want to show my true feelings. And slowly this turned into hatred against everything around me. There was no room for love in my life and when my parents decided I should become Queen I fled away. I didn't want to be a Queen in a land with joy and laughter. I wanted everybody to listen to me. I gave orders and nobody would ask questions. I went to a Land which had no leader and I decided to make it my own. I told you about this wizard who gave me this book? I used this book to make this Land completely mine. Snow and Ice instead of Spring or Summer and even Fall. Nobody would escape my eye. But looking back I hate to remember how I was. Things are so different now. I found you Emmett and that's all what counts"
Queenie gave Emmett a long and passionate kiss. Emmett quickly turned out the stove. He was so interested in what his future wife had to say he forgot about his meal. But fortunately and as usual, Emmett was in time.
" This my sweet lass are the basics of cooking"
The rest of the afternoon Emmett taught his Queenie as much as she liked about food and how to prepare an easy meal.
Primsong
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The Doctor smacked down a lever on the console, pleased that he'd managed to land right by the field where no doubt a historic game was in progress and he would get to see it.
He opened the TARDIS door only to blanch and slam it shut again against what appeared to be a regular tidal-wave of smurfs followed by a large green muscular man and a mixed bag of others. There was a 'plicka-placka plicka-placka' sound as they bounced off the outside of the door.
He promptly dematerialized again, causing much consternation outside among those who were sure they'd found the invisible shed and couldn't figure out why it was leaving.
He opened the TARDIS door only to blanch and slam it shut again against what appeared to be a regular tidal-wave of smurfs followed by a large green muscular man and a mixed bag of others. There was a 'plicka-placka plicka-placka' sound as they bounced off the outside of the door.
He promptly dematerialized again, causing much consternation outside among those who were sure they'd found the invisible shed and couldn't figure out why it was leaving.
Copperfox
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What Copperfox/Grey Eagle had hoped for, came true (unlike the outcome of many of his desires in the regular world): Daffy Duck found them. Soon, with his help, they had found and entered Bugs Bunny's invisible storage shed, where they obtained every remaining thing needed except the exchange student; and there WAS a small directory titled "Chinese Exchange Students Who Are Willing To Join In Peculiar Adventures And Are NOT Spies For Their Government."
To compensate bugs Bunny for the modest loss, Copperfox left him a bundle of free-meal coupons for The Octopus Garden--the best place a rabbit could ask for to dine at.
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After they had eaten the lunch they had prepared together, they found a spot where they could sit the way they had sat the night Queenie Lind received her Savior: she firmly nestled into his lap, only with a great deal more kissing going on this time than that first time.
"Don't suppose you know how to sit astride a horse?" Emmett asked as he came up for air after a particularly lengthy lip-lock. Queenie only shook her head--and reclaimed his mouth again.
Minutes later, Emmett found the willpower to resume talking. "Let me show you somethin' about that: somethin' purely G-rated, which I can do even _with_ them Mod-Cams watchin' us. Lean back just a trifle, and hold up one hand, palm toward me." When she did so, Emmett placed one of his hands palm-to-palm with it, and linked their fingers. "Relax your wrist, sweetheart." When he felt her hand resting at ease, Emmett began moving their joined hands in a rhythmic swaying: first his wrist bending back and leading hers with it, then his wrist swivelling forward and bending hers gently back. He continued this as he told her:
"If one hand's you and the other hand's a horse, this is your first ridin' lesson. A horse bein' a livin' thing, he's got bones an' muscles an' all, just like us. If you expect him to carry you, he's got to move them body parts, and you an' your saddle got no choice but to move with him. Big part of your own motion will be raising and lowering yourself to match the rise and fall in the horse's stride; your knees (which I look forward to seein' one of these days) are vitally important for this. Also, there'll be some left-to-right leanin', and some forward-an'-back. It'll make more sense when I sit you on good old Horse With No Name, who's a right well-behaved critter."
Queenie nodded. "It sounds like fun. Let's see, I believe I can do the leaning _forward_ part already..." And two seconds later, they were seriously making out again.
To compensate bugs Bunny for the modest loss, Copperfox left him a bundle of free-meal coupons for The Octopus Garden--the best place a rabbit could ask for to dine at.
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~ ~ Meanwhile, back at the torrid yet sentimental romance:
After they had eaten the lunch they had prepared together, they found a spot where they could sit the way they had sat the night Queenie Lind received her Savior: she firmly nestled into his lap, only with a great deal more kissing going on this time than that first time.
"Don't suppose you know how to sit astride a horse?" Emmett asked as he came up for air after a particularly lengthy lip-lock. Queenie only shook her head--and reclaimed his mouth again.
Minutes later, Emmett found the willpower to resume talking. "Let me show you somethin' about that: somethin' purely G-rated, which I can do even _with_ them Mod-Cams watchin' us. Lean back just a trifle, and hold up one hand, palm toward me." When she did so, Emmett placed one of his hands palm-to-palm with it, and linked their fingers. "Relax your wrist, sweetheart." When he felt her hand resting at ease, Emmett began moving their joined hands in a rhythmic swaying: first his wrist bending back and leading hers with it, then his wrist swivelling forward and bending hers gently back. He continued this as he told her:
"If one hand's you and the other hand's a horse, this is your first ridin' lesson. A horse bein' a livin' thing, he's got bones an' muscles an' all, just like us. If you expect him to carry you, he's got to move them body parts, and you an' your saddle got no choice but to move with him. Big part of your own motion will be raising and lowering yourself to match the rise and fall in the horse's stride; your knees (which I look forward to seein' one of these days) are vitally important for this. Also, there'll be some left-to-right leanin', and some forward-an'-back. It'll make more sense when I sit you on good old Horse With No Name, who's a right well-behaved critter."
Queenie nodded. "It sounds like fun. Let's see, I believe I can do the leaning _forward_ part already..." And two seconds later, they were seriously making out again.
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