Date Posted:16:54:41 06/20/03 Fri Author: Raven Subject: Migration o' thy devil bird
Ebon bitch ingresses forth into her domicle. Blasting whistle o' greeting to the Lord and Lady. Rank twas unaltered and she showed it well. The sub-monarch held her dial high, as she trodden in. She foraged for a moment, then spied a patch of somewhat decent grasses. The madre dropped her pate to graze for a brief period.
