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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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― Jim Rohn

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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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32 - The Squeewee Chronicles - Windsqueefing & Small Green Pigs
Finn C. M. Beauchamp
Sun 22 Feb 15
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"Okh, yetsh do thishg." murmured Squeewee, standing on the shore with his windsurfing gear. A small green pig, a large blue squeebrew and a fish in a vowl with wheels stood on the shore beside him.

The small green pig, sitting there, was Squeewee's new-found small pet, named Oregano. About 2 inches tall, he sniffed his nose, breathing in the rich salty air.

The 9-inch giant squeebrew, colored a vivid blue, was Squoobloo. Found on the shore of the Blackwater without a clue of who or what he was, Squeewee decided to call him Squoobloo and take him in.

He sat with 50 quorn hot-dog wrappers, and ready to finish another. A regular Squeebrew already has a simply humongous appetite, and a giant one has an even larger one.

And,swimming in a fish-bowl on wheels, is the even newer pet Goldiefins. She's a goldfish. However, her swimming has taken on a vastly reduced rate as she had had one-tenth of every hot-dog squoobloo had.

This was because her species of goldfish had been bred by the squeebrews, and had over time adopted their immense hunger for all things that are cheesy, creamy, or extremely high in fats.

Not to mention the ability to live in pure beetroot juice.

Squeewee had decided to start windsurfing. Forgetting the fact that there must be lessons, he picked up a book on windsurfing and, without reading it, simply bought his vesseland took her to the shore.

10:00 AM of 21st of February, Squeewee began to push his vessel towards the water, closer and closer. He took out his book. Holding it in one hand and the handle in another, he started on his first 12-inch wind-surf.

The wind picked up. He turned pages with his nose until he came to the pages about "your first wind-surf", and then, struggling, used his teeth to get his spectacles on.

Deciding this would've been easier if he used bookmarks and put his spectacles on beforehand, he decided to do what his book suggested- hang on.

Grabbing the pritt-stick in a complex balancing act, he glued his book to the handle of his vessel. Then, seeing his next step, he took it's advice - looked forward.

Then, he began the unwritten law of all things fast and windy - he thrilled himself silly.

"Whhhheeeeeehhhhheeeeeeee!" he exclaimed, picking up on the wind.

Back on the shore, Squoobloo began to talk to himself.

"A don't know who or what A am, but A've stall got more senses than thas Squewee person..."

Oregano roughly guessed what Squoobloo was saying, and smiled in agreement.

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