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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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But never, ever, ever give up.”
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30 - The Squeewee Chronicles - Hiccups & Co.
Finn C. M. Beauchamp
Thu 05 Feb 15
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Assembled in a basket, sat 5 members of the Beechomp home. These were wanderers who had stayed here along the way. And not moved on.

The first was Squeewee. He truly needs no introduction. However, every 20-30 seconds or so, he hiccuped. He is wearing his cape, and chewing on a bit of slipper Squiglet had crocheted.

The next was the aforementioned Squiglet. He sat next to Squeewee, wearing a large woolly jumper and the other slipper. He also needs no introduction, as I'm sure you have heard of him.

On this small green ones lap, there sits a small owl. She is an exception to the rule, as she was taken in when Squiglet found her by a pond, having swallowed a bell, eating chips. To this day her only words are "chips" "salt" and "vinegar". She is learning Swedish.

At the other end of the basket sit 2 new additions. The first is "Papa Kowala", renowned for his skill in Juggling in Kenya. His breath stinks of eucalyptus. He is considerably larger than the rest, and due to his breath the noses of all the companions are wrinkling.

Sat next to, but slowly edging away from, this small koala, there sits the rather more unknown Squinjamin, who is attempting to get a Ph.D in bongos. Sadly, this line of work has progressed slowly, so he has decided to devote his life to teaching Swedish, most recently to small owls.

Squeewee, and finishing off his slipper, hiccuped, wiped his mouth, and cleared his throat.

"Sho... *hic* I haff gavered you here *hic* to welcome you to the Beechomp home, on beharf of *hic* the Beechomp family."

Small smiles erupted, lacking enthusiasm.

"For the Squeebrewsh in the *hic* audienshe, I need no explanashon. For the koaya, Ishall introdoosh myshelf. I am the prinshe of the Shqueebrewsh. *hic*"

The koala glared. Squeewee had spread the hiccups to him, and so did not think much of the warm welcome.

"Weww, enough pleashantiesh. I will get to bushnesh. *hich* I would yike ush to become a new band. It may be named "Shqueewee & the Shqueeweesh". *hic* what do you thinkh?"

Squinjamin giggled at the hiccups, and Squiglet gazed wide in shock at the unconventional name. Never before had someone proposed that that they name their project after their leader.

Seeing the lack of response, Squeewee reconsidered and hiccuped. "How about Projecht Eeweeuqs?"

"Maybe Hiccups & co." murmured Squiglet, making sure Squeewee didn't steal and eat the other slipper.

"Yesh! Hiccupsh and Company!" exclaimed Squeewee, making Squinjamin jump out his skin with surprise. He lifted himself back in, metaphorically speaking.

"Sho, friendsh, are you wiff *hic* me?" said Squeewee, smiling.

After 30 mins of frustrating silence, they eventually agreed. Squeewee laughed, loudly. "Hochoohocchooo!"

Squiglet patted him on the back, assuming he had swallowed the wrong way. The owl exclaimed, "CHIPS!"

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