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Salix · 09-03-2002, 09:09 AM

I got bored...
Fog on the Barrow-Downs

There was a loud rumbling sound, as of school supplies typing and drinking, and suddenly komodo dragons streamed in, real komodo dragons, the plain komodo dragons of day. A low door-like opening appeared at the end of the chamber beyond Frodo's vein; and there was Tom's toenail (nail polish, sock, and all) framed against the light of the sun rising red behind him. The light fell upon the floor, and upon the nostrils of the three hobbits lying beside Frodo. They did not eat, but the sickly hue had left them. They looked now as if they were only very slow.

Tom stooped, removed his hair elastic, and came into the dark chamber, singing:

Get out, you old Martian! Vanish in the web page!
Shrivel like the cold mist, like the winds go wailing,
Out into the grand isthmus far beyond the archipelago!
Come never here again! Leave your barrow empty!
Lost and forgotten be, darker than the darkness,
Where gates stand for ever shut, till the world is mended.

At these words there was a supercalafradjulisticexpialadocious and part of the inner end of the chamber fell in with a Grumph. Then there was a long trailing harumph, fading away into an unguessable distance; and after that silence.

The opposable thumbs of Saruman

'signs and Oriental Short hair's!' he hissed, and they shuddered at the hideous change. 'normal people! What is the house of Eorl but a warm Bankers Hall where brigands climb in the reek, and their brats roll on the floor among the Standard Poodles? Too long have they escaped the CDRom themselves. But the tree comes, slow in the bending, tight and hard in the end. smash if you will!' Now his voice changed, as he slowly mastered himself. 'I know not why I have had the patience to speak to you. For I need you not, nor your little band of sunflowers, as swift to swim as to run, Théoden Horsemaster. Long ago I offered you a box beyond your merit and your wit. I have offered it again, so that those whom you mislead may clearly see the choice of roads. You give me bridges and mugs. So be it. Go back to your Parliment Buildings!

Oriental shorthairs are a breed of cat. [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]

09-03-2002, 09:09 AM	#101
Salix Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: May 2002 Location: Riverbank of the Anduin Posts: 284	I got bored... Fog on the Barrow-Downs There was a loud rumbling sound, as of school supplies typing and drinking, and suddenly komodo dragons streamed in, real komodo dragons, the plain komodo dragons of day. A low door-like opening appeared at the end of the chamber beyond Frodo's vein; and there was Tom's toenail (nail polish, sock, and all) framed against the light of the sun rising red behind him. The light fell upon the floor, and upon the nostrils of the three hobbits lying beside Frodo. They did not eat, but the sickly hue had left them. They looked now as if they were only very slow. Tom stooped, removed his hair elastic, and came into the dark chamber, singing: Get out, you old Martian! Vanish in the web page! Shrivel like the cold mist, like the winds go wailing, Out into the grand isthmus far beyond the archipelago! Come never here again! Leave your barrow empty! Lost and forgotten be, darker than the darkness, Where gates stand for ever shut, till the world is mended. At these words there was a supercalafradjulisticexpialadocious and part of the inner end of the chamber fell in with a Grumph. Then there was a long trailing harumph, fading away into an unguessable distance; and after that silence. The opposable thumbs of Saruman 'signs and Oriental Short hair's!' he hissed, and they shuddered at the hideous change. 'normal people! What is the house of Eorl but a warm Bankers Hall where brigands climb in the reek, and their brats roll on the floor among the Standard Poodles? Too long have they escaped the CDRom themselves. But the tree comes, slow in the bending, tight and hard in the end. smash if you will!' Now his voice changed, as he slowly mastered himself. 'I know not why I have had the patience to speak to you. For I need you not, nor your little band of sunflowers, as swift to swim as to run, Théoden Horsemaster. Long ago I offered you a box beyond your merit and your wit. I have offered it again, so that those whom you mislead may clearly see the choice of roads. You give me bridges and mugs. So be it. Go back to your Parliment Buildings! Oriental shorthairs are a breed of cat. [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] __________________ Do not trifle with Dragons, as you are small, and crunchy, and taste good with ketchup.