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He interrupted Pearl and grabbing Harriet, pulled her to the kitchen. "What is it, Bud??" Harriet asked. "You're being rude! What is wrong with you?" "What is wrong with ME?" Bud nearly screeched. "Don't you find it a tiny bit ODD that "Pearl" whinny's???" "Oh for heavens sake, Bud! Tiner said she was hungry, poor thing. Why don't we give him some Cheerio's to take down to her? That should quiet…" "I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THE HORSE, HARRIET!!" Bud interrupted. "I mean "Pearl" --- the one in our living room---- You didn't hear her whinny?" "Oh, Bud," she sighed. "I TOLD you we should get rid of that "SCI-FI" channel. Now, stop being ridiculous and go back in there so we can find out what is going on," she said, absently pulling out a fly swatter and swatting a huge horse fly that had suddenly buzzed in. "Now how did THAT get in here," she wondered to herself. Glancing back at Bud she finished, "And STOP making fun of that poor woman!" and walked back towards the living room.
Brown Horse! It was Pearl. The frightened animal raced down the street in a blind panic. Bud had landed in the saddle backwards and was holding on for dear life when he felt the saddle slip. He now found himself hanging from the crazed horse's underbelly peering betwixed her back legs. -- Well, she was parked right outside! Brigitte said so! We need some more posters! Or at least posters who actually RETURN! HINT HINT!, 19:10:28 07/28/01 Sat |
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