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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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36 - The Squeewee Chronicles - Talking Turkish Mice and Shortbread
Finn C. M. Beauchamp
Fri 10 Apr 15
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10th of April, Squeewee sat on top of the biscuit tin, devouring some shortbread that he had just baked in his Squiglet-bought oven.

He was awaiting an arrival from Isqueel, a member of the elusive race "Spreedoo". These were crocheted talking mice that walked on two legs and ate vast amounts of ginger biscuits.

He tried to envision his future mate - actually past mate, as the arrival would be the same Spreedoo that packed Squeewee the First's actual bag.

This was, by the way, the cheeky Squeewee 15.

He would t receive the talking mouse, and greet him with shortbread.

Or what's left of it, anyway.

He would be arriving in the Squeebrew invention of the TelePort-a-loo, which was created by the Brilliant Squeewee 11 using the inverse flux dynamics of the polarized ions contained within Liquified Cheesecake.

Basically, a tiny port-a-loo that teleports.

Now, there were hundreds all over Isqueel. Soon he would be arriving inside one.

Squeewee envisioned something like a Squeebrew, with pink arms, leg and nose, a long tail, and speaking with a lisp.

However, he saw the characteristic blue-pink glow of the teleportation process appear near the tin. A holographic cheesecake appeared, and then faded away as the inversion process polarized the electrons of the cheesecake, transforming half of it into antimatter and then obliterating it, creating liquefied cheesecake around it and transporting the port-a-loo onto the floor, letting off several Enterprises at the impossible Warp Speed 9 in the process, which then disappear after chasing bees dressed as borg cubes.

*inhales*

After the ensuing smoke faded, the automatic door opened of the port-a-loo, causing a female computerized voice to tell the occupants they should "enjoy their day". So, they do. Well, he.

The little mouse stepped out. Well, Squeewee was partially right. He was crocheted, and did walk on two legs.

But he was white with burgundy nose, legs, arms and ears. A long tail extended behind him, which was slowly revealed as he came out from the mauve-blue smoke.

"He-o!" he said, with a whispered voice.

Squeewee replied. "Heyyo!" he yelled, spraying shortbread crumbs as he went. The spreedoo was alarmed, hiding behind the port-a-loo, as it steamed and whistled.

Squeewee tapped his slippers for forgetting his gift. He hopped down from the tin, and presented the (empty) tin of shortbread to him.

Tentatively, the Spreedoo crept over and took the tin, and took a big bite out of it. Surprised, Squeewee sat next to him and patted his head as he devoured the tin.

"Today, yittle one, your name is Shortbread. Tomorrow, I don't know."

Shortbread looked up at him, and smiled.




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