Level 3 Elf Ranger.
I really liked the 'olive' suggestion someone made earlier, so in it went.
That was me! You know you have to pay me some serious moolah now James
There was a nest of a thousand glistening spider eggs in my letterbox once and they did hatch, running out over my hand as I got the post. Which I seem to remember was just offers of credit cards etc, to add insult to scary traumatic experience.
Many thanks to Kalista for the olive. Perhaps you will accept your mookah in 'pint' vouchers, redeemable anywhere in Cornwall, if you're ever down this way. I'll get Agent Matt to work out a little release form for you to sign. Nothing important, don't bother reading the details.Maybe those spider eggs were part of the credit card thing - trying to scare you into even further debt straight away.
I did once spy something small dark and shiny under the bed. It was a teddy bear's eye. And I hadn't even noticed!
Did you return it to the callously blinded teddy bear? Poor thing, giving years of service, never once biting you and what happens? I can hardly believe the state of the world today.I think I may need to go to the pub.
How about the Falmouth Packet?
If that's an offer of a drink, I'll hold you to that James! I've never been to Cornwall. I feel deprivied! My lawyer will scan the details, then I'll sign (as soon as I find my quill)
Kelly, you mustn't call James that in public, he'll get embarrassed.Wacka wacka.And Cello, did the eye belong to *your* teddy bear? Or had other teddy bears been coming over for illegal fights after dark? Could be a whole bear-fighting culture going on. Do you have any soft-toy badgers they could bait?
I had a soft-toy badger, for whom my parents' ginger tom had an inexplicable sexual predilection, which he liked to indulge noisily and publicly during formal drinks and dinner parties. That badger only had one eye. I dread to think what happened to the other.
I have a very old pink toy dog with one eye.There must be some terrible story here.
There's a story lurking there James; the band of one-eyed cuddlies. The teddy was sort of mine, but *she* had also belonged to my much older cousin and then my much older sister. She's called Mrs Pim and was hand-made during the war by a great-aunt using the astrakhan collar and cuffs from a coat. Because there wasn't enough fur, she has a fabric body and limbs and only a furry face, hands and feet. So she was dressed in a long gown to hide this. Hence the name. She is also very thin. That's what comes of living off war rations. So the fact her eye dropped wasn't surprising as she was over 50 years old. It's back on now, Bella.
i've got a teddy (imaginatively called ted) who's nearly seventy. he's got both eyes but is mangy and bald, and a bit dusty. he does, however, sport a very fetching purple cardigan. he's also expressed an interest in meeting mrs pim - they could comfort each other in their twilight years.oh lord, now i'm pimping my teddy.
Oy, surly girl, I have a blue and yellow teddy (called Bear) with detachable leg who sounds perfect for Mrs. Pim. Cello, Bear and I are very pleased to hear the operation was successful. Dog is interested in how much such an operation would cost, as unfortunately he would need a transplant as his own eye (blue) disappeared some time ago.
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