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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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29 - The Squeewee Chronicles - Paris in a Day
Finn C. M. Beauchamp
Fri 06 Feb 15
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Landing on the ground next to the miniature king, Squeewee jettisoned his parachute and plodded over. Squiglet quickly followed suit.

"My shon! Verily, sheen you here before, have not I!" exlcaimed the king, his words slurring and displacing in pure shock.

Squiglet scratched his head, trying to reassemble to words in his mind. His English was only basic, and a Squeebrew slurring his words and rearranging them at a high speed with a lisp taxed his poor little mind.

Squeewee was used to how his Dad talked, for obvious reasons. As you may know, word order can be anything at all in Squeebrew language. Also, did you know that a word spoken backwards symbolizes metaphorical context?

So, when his Dad said he felt like a "renim ohw dnuof a dnomaid", sadly there was the complicated business of trying to explain English grammar. Eventually, they all decided to choose Turkish and stick with it.

As it would happen, Squeewee's Dad (Squeeven) had gone undercover to see the sights of Paris, and hopefully go to a patisserie. However, when he had stopped in at the nearest one, he found all the pastries had been devoured and the assistant had fainted over the sight of a simply astronomical sum.

So, His Majesty was just on his way to watch Mime artists singing the Blues when all of a sudden, his Son dropped out the sky with a small green Squeebrew!

After the whole business of yachting was told in an exaggerated manner, and his Dad's curiosity was sparked to the point of blazing flame, they decided to complete the tour together, and then head home together.

So, first stop, Squeewee felt it necessary to take Dad parachuting off the Eiffel Tower. After purchasing them, they began the monumental business of walking up the stairs. Halfway up, they regretted it.

By the time they got to the top, the sun was half an hour away from setting. So, they jumped. Three tiny Squeebrew voices yelled with glee. Somehow, with no parachuting experience whatsoever, they managed to maneuver themselves over to the beach.

They let loose their packs, and dashed to the shore. As the sun began to dip, they hopped into the sea and paddled to their noble yacht.

After getting on board, Squeewee lit some candles and sat in the cabin, and smiled.

"Welcomh, to JamJar!"

Squeewee then thought, and got up. He opened up the pantry, and brought out a bottle of beetroot juice and a New York Cheesecake.

"I've been shaving thish for a shpeshal occashon!" he said, a wry smile on his face.

Squiglets eyebrows raised.

Squeewee placed the cheesecake on a dish, then popped the cork of the beetroot juice. Then, with great vigor, poured the entirety of the bottle of juice onto the cheesecake, until the dish overflowed. He handed out spoons.

"DIG IHN!" he exclaimed, and did so.

Stomachs turning, Squiglet and Squeeven attempted to dig, but could not really get in, as they could only handle a spoon-full each.

Squiglet, swallowing this bizarre meal, went into the cockpit, turned the engine on, raised the anchor, set the sails and headed off home.

Squeeven wiggled his tootsies.




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