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23 Aug - 21:53
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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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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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39 - The Squeewee Chronicles - Spreedoos first adventure
Tue 08 Mar 16
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Well, we've heard a lot about Squeewee, and plenty about Squiglet. But there are a lot of the littler faces that we at BalmyStories.net believe deserve more mention. Over to you, Finn.

"As a regular-ish writer, boater, and student, I admit that sometimes the little contributors that brighten up my stories can be pushed aside. I mean, these are people we just forget.

So, in our next few stories, we'll be illuminating little aspects of our tiny friends lives, in a glorious rememberence of-"

"Hang on... who's outside that window?"

"We want XXXS slippers! XXS slippers! XXS slippers!"

"Oh dear, well, just read the story whilst I go sort out that line of mice, who all are demanding slippers. Mice? Well, not quite sure what they are, really, so just read... for my sake, or I'll have to keep stalling while I try and think of bad puns."

As the sun rose, a small Spreedoo sat on the windowsill. The same windowsill that Squeewee contemplated a sailing life on. If you don't remember Spreedoo, he warped in from Isqueel in another story.

He decided to carve a place for himself in the Squeewee stories. Something involving trees, mopeds, and more corny jokes would certainly do that. And the expert on those things was Squeewee. In specific, Squeewee the XXXXVIII(48th).

After some basic safety points of moped handling and other points that if I told I would give away the plot, so I shall not disclose. With that, Spreedoo hopped himself on the little pink moped and turned on the engine which was in fact a new engine using a hair-dryer and flammable orange juice.

Zipping into town, Spreedoo did not realize Squeewee was hanging off the end on a string, wearing roller-skates. That's how powerful that engine was at low speed. They zipped and zipped through, Squeewee's string swinging side-to-side.

Spreedo eventually found his future spot of fame, And braked to a halt. Squeewee swung off his rope, catapulted forwards. He would end up half-way to Maldon.

And there Spreedoo was. In front of a large, bent over tree. High enough, but easy to climb. He got to work. Turning up the engine a little, he crept forwards. Going up a root, he stopped the moped, and lifted on his parachute.

And began to walk, his little feet scampering along. He puffed as he went higher and higher. And higher...

And then, he got to a point, halfway to the top that he could go no further. Or so we thought. He pulled a hair-dryer out of his bag/parachute, and fastened it to the branch. He then, in a fantastic move of skill and grace, pulled his chute and flicked on the hairdryer at the same time.


And with that, he flew up, his ultra-strength hair-dryer flying him the the top branches. And with that, he could nearly see over witham. Filled with wonder, he lingered, the hair-dryer unable to push him higher.

And so he waited for about half an hour or so, as Squeewee slid back down on his roller skates.

And then, he decided to come back down. He pulled a cord, and shifted over, and gently glode down. (Glided? Glode? Gliyded?).

And so, that was Spreedoos first adventure.

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