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

SpanishOmelette
20 Aug - 23:10
NP sweet mumkin. Your company is lovely. I apologize again for late respons!

Mim
15 Aug - 18:03
sorry for slow reesponses on forum..I am back

SpanishOmelette
15 Aug - 17:48
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."

Mim
15 Aug - 17:43
“Success is nothing more than a few simple disciplines, practiced every day.”
― Jim Rohn

Mim
11 Aug - 20:12
“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

Mim
11 Aug - 13:55
“Fall seven times, stand up eight.” – Japanese Proverb


Mim
27 Jul - 01:37
I love you

Mim
15 Jul - 02:38
here's to a new day xxxx

Mim
05 Jul - 17:51
birthday was great



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14 - The Squeewee Chronicles - To Sing or Not to Sing
Finn C. M. Beauchamp
Sat 27 Dec 14
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Both sighing in the warmth of a freshly-brewed earl-grey tea, the King of Isqueel and his son thought intently.

After 2 and a half minutes, the King decided to speak. "So..." and then slumped back into his tea.

"Yesh, Dad?"

"A job in England? Are you sure about this?"

"No I'm not. That's why I'm here. I do not feel like I want to pledge loyalty to anywhere other than Isqueel."

"Point seen. Also, this mini-digestive tastes awful." and the King threw that offending biscuit off the table.

 "Well, my son... just because you work in a foreign land where people tower over you, doesn't make you disloyal."

"But, Father... what if I am so indulged in luxury I begin to disdain my home?"

"Tell me, son... do they eat pork here?"

"I do not know. Why does that matter?"

"Agh! I know not what I speak of. Pardon me..."

The King wallowed in his tea, then bent down his head and sipped it. "Not bad."

"Father, what if this assists me in my travels? Would this be worth it?"

"Son, you remember I do not care for these travels in the first place. So anything that assists you on this foolish journey of youth will displease me."

Squeewee was stunned. He nearly fell out his tea.

"But father, with all these foods I have sampled, and many things I have seen..."

"Son, I know for a fact you're still eating what was in your backpack."

Squeewee bowed his head. "Dad, I'm a man... or a pig... not quite sure... but either way, I have earned the right to make decisions and to prove my worth."

"Prove it."

Squeewee thought, and then he smiled. Then, he suddenly submerged. A slurping sound was heard. After 30 seconds, only his legs were sticking up, and there was no tea left.

"Alright, point got. You now have a right to do as you please. You have earned the official hiss. Hhhheeeeeeeeehhhhhhhssssssshhhhhhhhhhs!"

Squeewee smiled with pride at this honor.

"Father, I would like to sing for the Queen."

"As you wish."

The king rolled out his cup, donned his robe, and called for the pillow. He was carried off. His tea was stone cold.

The Queen entered, along with the interpreter.

"Your choice?"

"I do not know. But I believe it would be good for me to do."

So it was decided. Squeewee would sing every morning, until he decided to move on.

So this continued for a few months. He was extremely pampered, and he enjoyed every moment of this. He really did have one colossal bathtub filled with cocoa.

However, his second thoughts ran on 1st January, 2011. He had woken up in a pool of beetroot juice and date stones. He had muted hearing from the one party popper he let off.

He missed his home. He was also tired of buckingham.

He had to leave. He had to find his next home.

He had to travel...

 






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