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23 Aug - 21:53
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Hewwo Sorry about VERY late reply, but thankyou for these quotes

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

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Don't ever give in.
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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.”
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25 - The Squeewee Chronicles - A Day or Two in Hafnarfjördur
Finn C. M. Beauchamp
Thu 15 Jan 15
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Shivering, Squeewee pulled himself into a new sweater he had bought from the airport. It was the Thirteenth. Squiglet pulled himself into his, which was a size or two too big.

Squeewee looked at the card he had printed out of the aforementioned boat and location. He was at that time, waiting for a taxi to take him the 20 miles to Hafnarfjördur. He was bored. It was 9'o'clock, and the taxi was an hour late.

He was wearing his slippers and nightcap outdoors. This really meant it was cold. Then suddenly, it drove up. They hopped into the tiny taxi, and drove.

He fell asleep and snored loudly. Squiglet poked him. Squeewee startled awake, his nightcap falling off. He looked back, slowly. He pulled it back on.

"Whatsh the probyem, Shquigyet?" said a sleepy Squeewee.

"I'm jusht sho exshchited about getting our boat, and your shnoring is reawwy youd."

"Itsh my boat, and my shnoring ish not youd!"

"But Shqueewee, we'ww be shaiying together. Itsh our boat."

"I'm Captain Shqueeweeeee! Arrr!"


"I'm a HIKING!" Squeewee exclaimed. The conversation stopped from then on.

Squiglet thought to himself that he was not looking forward to weeks sailing from Iceland to Scotland to Maldon on a 4-foot boat whilst Squeewee snored every night.

Before they could think, they were there. Squeebrews in a new world. But first, Squiglet had to go and do something. Say "Hi" to his parents, Squeeve and Squoosanna Martin.

"Bye, Shquigyet!" said Squeewee, as the small green one jogged away in his oversized cardigan. It was 50p.

Squeewee went and sat on the shore. He looked with his new binoculars for the Snapdragon. He looked. He looked. Then, he got frustrated and chucked his binoculars into the sea.

This led to a strange turn of events. The binoculars landed on a seagulls beak, which allowed him to see a juicy pink fish 2 miles away. He flew and flapped, the binoculars not leaving his beak. He swooped down at the fish, but the fish swam away, eventually leaping into a UFO floating in the middle of the ocean.

The aliens took this as an act of aggression, and as a nation of Red Plant cultivators from Mars, panicked and began to swim for the nearest country. This turned out to be the North Pole. They seemed to handle the intense cold, and over time began to domesticate polar bears.

They were soon considered citizens of the polar bear kingdom by the King himself. They then began to teach them how to grow Red plants from mars. Sadly, they seemed to make a strange dust spread, so they were given a mile of ice, and told to go float.

Floating, they soon found their UFO and went back to mars, teaching them how to make ice sculptures. A few years later, NASA discovered strange yet brilliant sculptures carved from the ice at each end of Mars.

They covered these up with an old photo, but a rich and nosy 15-year-old bought them and kept them in his private collection. He later based paintings on them, and became even richer and then retired to the International Space Station, where he was hailed as the second Leonardo Da Vinci.

Anyway, Squeewee then saw  the yacht sailing into the harbour. He rolled himself down the hill, and ran over just as it moored up. "DEREKETTA!"

"Shquigyet?" said Squeewee, seeing as though there was both Squiglet in a cardigan and a Squeebrew lady wearing a wooly Japanese kimono.

Squeewee hopped on, wobbling the boat.

"Carefuw, Shqueewee!" yelled Squiglet.

"Jusht checking shesh good for you, Shqueeweeisgreatfinnisdaft101." said Dereketta, quoting his extensive username.

"Actuawwy, it'sh jusht Captain Prinsh Shqueewee." said Squeewee, blushing slightly. He then hopped into the cabin, and helped himself to a packet of digestives. Squiglet stood in awe.

"Sho, Dereketta, could you show ush around?" said Shqueewee, scattering damp biscuit crumbs.

Dereketta smiled.

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