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23 Aug - 21:53
Praise God for this day... nice warm weather

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NP sweet mumkin. Your company is lovely. I apologize again for late respons!

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Hewwo Sorry about VERY late reply, but thankyou for these quotes

I shall contribute. Can't remember who wrote this...

"Your religion should be less of a theory, and more of a love affair."

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“Don't ever give up.
Don't ever give in.
Don't ever stop trying.
Don't ever sell out.
And if you find yourself succumbing to one of the above for a brief moment,
pick yourself up, brush yourself off, whisper a prayer, and start where you left off.
But never, ever, ever give up.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich

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“Fall seven times, stand up eight.” – Japanese Proverb

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4 - The Squeewee Chronicles - Discovery
Finn C. M. Beauchamp
Mon 29 Dec 14
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2010, December 1st. The sailors were beginning to get ratty, and the scientist was beginning to fill with doubt. They'd been out here for a month now, why hadn't they seen anything?

They had been motoring around the Black Sea for 60 days now. It was beginning to become tedious. They had been searching from top-to-bottom. He was beginning to wonder if he was the balmy nutter that 99% of scientists said he was.

Facing the truth, one more day and he would head back, posting his findings of "non-satisfactory results". He would then retreat and go live in a small cottage in the middle of Brazil.

Hours ticked by, the smell of diesel filling the air.

Meanwhile, on the island, the Squeebrews were wondering why this smell was filling the air. This smell was perceived as unusual, and stood out from everything else.

There had apparently been small instances of the squeebrews having coughing fits from the air. This was unexplainable, so they just drank beetroot juice as a cure.

Numerous inhabitants went to the King, asking for advice. His advice; Beetroot Juice. He was the honorable Squeeven Seagull, married to the stunning Squeena Seagull. However, wisdom was not his strong point.

He spent most of his time trying to discover the therapeutic properties of beetroot and its juice. There had been no problems for about 200 years when a squeebrew was almost caught by a human swimmer.

So a real problem was a bit of an odd one. To be short, a real problem was a real problem.

Meanwhile, back on the boat, the scientist looked up from his half-asleep state laid on the bow. Sighted something green. He looked down. Looked up. Just as green. He leapt up, and told his crew.

This was what they were waiting for.

Back on Isqueel, the inhabitants panicked. While a 45-foot yacht wasn't much of a threat, this was larger than any objects they had seen before. The King's palace was only 6 foot, and that was the tallest building. The lightning tower(more on that later) was only seven.

so this yacht with such a huge mast was terrifying. The King had a plan. But, as I say, he was fair and just, but not very wise. He's got a wife for that. The plan was to pour gallons of beetroot juice into the sea, hoping the "blood" would scare them off.

So buckets were filled, and tipped into the sea. It didn't deter the giant motoring yacht. Some squeebrews covered their large ears. The engine was as loud as lightning in the near distance.

Soon, an anchor was dropped off the boat, and they stopped moving. A dinghy was let off, and the scientist sculled into the island. The squeebrews stood there, paralyzed.

The squeebrews had been discovered.

Was this the beginning... or the end?

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