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Goatgirl


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Date: May 23, 2011
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who knows if this will fly...we have one game...now we can have two games...

one person starts a story and the next writes some more..you can take it anywhere..even silly...(if it's me it's probably silly...life's too serious)  ...so i'll start..remember it can go anywhere you like...

 

Seadog and I nauseously gazed through the window of our prison - the captain's cabin - as the ship rolled and bucked from the bay into unprotected waters of the ocean. 'Great I told him as he clipped and clopped towards the heavy plank table and lowered his muzzle to sniff at a bowl of lemons, oranges and wizened apples.  He licked his lips and his eyes grew luminous as he instantly over-came his nausea.  He ate all but of the apples and then sampled an orange - 'just because'. 

'great,' I thought.  'just great'.  I knew after our last adventure that should have given Sea-dog to my kid sister. Seadog had a penchant for finding trouble even when there was no trouble to be found. 

Just last week we'd been kidnapped by little grey men with big cat eyes.  Not until after Seadog and the big headed grey leader went on a pub-crawl did they let us go.  Seadog was quite evasive about what he said to the grey head.  But judging from the way Seadog and the alien snickered while looking at me, I don't imagine his comments were flattering. 

This morning I had taken Seadog out for a little hack along the shore-line when we came upon a large row-boat on the shore.  Seadog  has a weakness for chewing; grass, oats, hay, rocks, sugar, and especially wood.  He could not believe his good fortune when there in the sand was a nicely salted wooden boat.  At the sight of this delicacy we gamboled across the driftwood and sea-shell littered beach toward the unfortunate craft.  My faithful steed almost giggled with delight before he sunk his teeth into the tip of the bow.

Well, I do confess that I allowed sea-dog to indulge his taste-buds for a good time.  ( I had a scarf to finish knitting - so took out my knitting needles and yarn and made myself comfortable in the saddle).  But, scarcely had I begun to knit than I heard a manly and angry shout.    Sea-dog and I looked up startled and saw a hoarde of pirates running from the trees at the edge of the sand. 

I dropped my knitting and took up the reins and clucked at Seadog and dug my heals into his sides.  Seadog belched once.  Then he grabbed another mouthful of splinters from the craft.  And I thought for certain that he would see the importance of our immediate departure.  But instead of heeding my request that we make haste, he began a shuffling jog step, looking back longingly at the boat. 

We were quickly surrounded by the pirates.  The captain was quite handsome but quite annoyed at the damage done to his row-boat......

 

 

okay...someone else's turn



-- Edited by Goatgirl on Monday 23rd of May 2011 01:02:02 AM

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no one evvvver wants to play wif mecry



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As the Pirate Captain motioned for his men to surround the slow moving Seadog and I, at once I knew it was a lost cause and pulled Seadog up short. Seadog was more than pleased to cease his plodding and turn his longing back to the salted, yet carved out piece of rotting lumber that lay wedged in the sand. The Pirate Men surrounded us in a semi-circle, our only escape would be to swim for it, but I didn't really have the will to calculate our odds given as my mental power had been consumed with knitting and the theories of time travel just a few short minutes before.

I let the reins slip through my fingers as Seadog made a tug towards the ground to look for possible tidbits of old boat to munch on, not really phased by much after our lastest adventure, the Pirate Captain and his crew didn't seem much a threat to my steed.

As the Pirate Captain, with his fine looks, walked into the circle eyeing both myself and Seadog, he piped up loud enough for all his Pirate Men to hear "Well! What is it that we have here boys? A young Miss and her slow mule!". I sighed as various thoughts swarmed my mind, one of them being "this Pirate Captain has fairly decent grammar, for a pirate.. hmm.. is time travel really a black hole, or a time loop?". Seadog on the other hand took prompt offense to the term "slow", after all his thoughts were else where when he got the signal to bolt! Seadog, throwing his head up in the air and making a quick strike with his right front at the Pirate Captain sealed the deal for us... 



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