~_/> . Claims -- Thundaiyil

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Date Posted: 23:36:41 04/29/02 Mon
Author: Cooter
Author Host/IP: 208.247.220.209
Subject: ~_/> . Claims

Fresh poop! Cooter stopped and stared at it, it suggested other life. Also, a well-worn path trodden with footprints. He followed the path, venturing off for another pre-lunch/post-breakfast of thin summer grass. The breeze was in a good mood, forefitting no complaint at stealing up heat (and insects) from the dark sable hide. Mostly, at least back home, the wind seemed grumpy with it's assigned task, and whipped tangled tresses of forelock into the eyes, which were already stinging from the un-needed and un-wanted complaints of the un-happy wind. Or, perhaps, there was a difference between breeze and wind?

A small cluster of happy (and sweet) wild strawberries was raided by a whiskered mahogany muzzle, or more so the aged ivories. His tounge danced in response to their much appreciated sweetness, though the leaves were rather blah. Cooter turned and snorted out knats while surveying briefly the area he accompanied. He lowered his muzzle 'gain to the summer grass and decided to extend pre-lunch all the way to post-lunch.

Another decision to blend Tanuja and Thundaiyil into his haven-like home was birthed from a sub-concious idea. The decision was fare, though would be better had he any companion. No, not any! A select few quiet ones without much muscle (or fat necks). Because the ones with fat necks were always so unpleasant, he suspected they had something up their butts -- though he never cared to help.

And the loud ones, well, they were amusing for a while though there was a time to be quiet. And the ones with muscle he simply dreaded to see. As horses, they all had muscle, but he meant muscle, the kind that took your food for the pleasure of taking your food. How he hated that. There was, however, enough food here to share . . . no matter how much muscle or how fat a neck the brutely beast had!

He sighed, releasing a shower of half-chewed clover flowers. Another snort, riddance of the knats, his churning mind was settled on the fact that there was onion grass b'fore him. Another churning thought, however: if he had died, where was he? And what was the something he didn't know?

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Replies:

. seeing . -- Aswad, 16:20:10 05/02/02 Thu
- ~_/> . Goodbye! -- Cooter, 23:50:17 05/02/02 Thu
  - Oops, forgot the footnotes. :) -- Chelle, 23:54:42 05/02/02 Thu
  - OOC -- Lizai, 12:57:29 05/03/02 Fri