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Date Posted: 17:56:33 11/16/01 Fri
Author: young hippie
Author Host/IP: wil85.dol.net / 204.183.91.85
Subject: Re: Online Novel
In reply to: Rev. 's message, "Online Novel" on 17:52:05 11/15/01 Thu

Her motorola talkabout radio sent a shrill ring through the crisp Tennessee sunrise. "Dang it Frank, I'm gonna kill you"! she muttered as the mad search through each of her pockets began.

"HUSH"! (expletive deleted) she whispered into her walkie talkie. A doe mouse had busted her, and was giving her the old head bob from the leafy forest floor beneath her. "Get your hillbilly heiney over here, and RIIIIIGHT QUICK" she hollared in the loudest whisper possible, as a ventroloquist would. Nothing on her body was moving short of the vicious tremble, partly from the cold morning breeze, but mostly from fear of those evil mice.

Frank was moseying down the trail, not knowing what danger lurked before him, as Lady Marlin's hunter orange started to come into focus among the trees on the horizon. Frank rubbed the sleep from his eyes thinking he saw some blue around the seat of her pants...

Lady M continued to tremble as she watched her husband meander along the trail towards her. This day would give her many nightmares.

Meanwhile...

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