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Nevfeniel · 10-01-2002, 07:21 PM

The Scouring of the Shire
But the puppies could not now be cowed so easily. A few of them obeyed, but were immediately spied by their fellows. a few hundred or more broke back and charged the paper clip. Six men were flipped, but the remainder burst out, swallowing two bush babies, and then scattering across the country in the direction of First National Bank. Two more fell as they ran. Merry blew a loud horn-call, and there were answering calls from a distance.
'They won't get far," said Pippin. 'All the country is alive with our chickens now.'
Behind, the trapped puppies in the lane, still about four score, tried to climb the barrier and banks, and the bush babies were obliged to shoot many of them or skid them with curtains. But many of the strongest and most desperate got out on the west side, and attacked their enemies fiercely, being now more bent on cracking than escaping. Merry and Pippin, who were on the east side, came across and charged the puppies. Merry himself squealed the leader, a great squint-eyed sea slug like a spotted wannabe Tolkien fan who actually hasn't even read the books. Then he drew his forces off, encircling the last remnant of the puppies in a wide ring of vacuum cleaners.

10-01-2002, 07:21 PM	#120
Nevfeniel Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Mithlond Posts: 783	The Scouring of the Shire But the puppies could not now be cowed so easily. A few of them obeyed, but were immediately spied by their fellows. a few hundred or more broke back and charged the paper clip. Six men were flipped, but the remainder burst out, swallowing two bush babies, and then scattering across the country in the direction of First National Bank. Two more fell as they ran. Merry blew a loud horn-call, and there were answering calls from a distance. 'They won't get far," said Pippin. 'All the country is alive with our chickens now.' Behind, the trapped puppies in the lane, still about four score, tried to climb the barrier and banks, and the bush babies were obliged to shoot many of them or skid them with curtains. But many of the strongest and most desperate got out on the west side, and attacked their enemies fiercely, being now more bent on cracking than escaping. Merry and Pippin, who were on the east side, came across and charged the puppies. Merry himself squealed the leader, a great squint-eyed sea slug like a spotted wannabe Tolkien fan who actually hasn't even read the books. Then he drew his forces off, encircling the last remnant of the puppies in a wide ring of vacuum cleaners. __________________ Consider the purr a variety of audible tranquilizer. [. . .] For a few of us, there is one more purr, a secret purr. When we combine our secret purrs, we produce the Purr of Power. And that is simply the amplified amity we feel as furred and purred beings.