20. Katy was confused. Doyle had always been so quick to move and always seemed to be engaging her in chat, trying to pry out little personal details about her, it seemed, like what was she making for dinner, and would she be dressing special this evening, and now, after only three moves, a skull appears. Why would she claim it? Her mouse hovered over the skull as she hesitated. Somehow, inexplicitly, she wanted him back, playing, making more moves "on her," so to speak. Alas, she stayed true to form and clicked the skull. Doyle was gone. Little did she know, however, the nefarious connection between Doyle and her husband and two very hungry crocs out in the swamp who were gazing on two little ones heading for their favorite swimming hole.
Originally posted by coquette22. Letting go has always been and is still hard to do, Katy realized
21. Katy was confused. Doyle had always been so quick to move and always seemed to be engaging her in chat, trying to pry out little personal details about her, it seemed, like what was she making for dinner, and would she be dressing special this evening, and now, after only three moves, a skull appears. Why would she claim it? Her mouse hovered over the s out in the swamp who were gazing on two little ones heading for their favorite swimming hole.
with difficulty but without strain. Bertha and Alley's first child was...
23. a precocious gator, to be sure. He could calculate the exact moment to strike and never failed to make the capture. He would be going to the gator conservatory of musings when he got a little older. For now, he would simply wile the hours away with guile and patience, ever so cleverly seizing the day. carpe diem, as they say in those silly human movies. for a gator, it's simply Die Carp!
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Originally posted by coquette24. As Hank and Chuck made their way back to the pond for yet another dip, Alley and Bertha both looked at Sly, their enthusiastic offspring, and whispered in unison,"The first one is yours but be patient and wait till their into the deeper part or you'll run the risk of loosing it". Sly nodded and dropped below the waterline, choosing Hank as his victim. Clarissa , sitting on the bank, called out to the boys that there were threatening clouds to the west and that perhaps they should think about getting out in a couple of minutes so as not to be caught in a what could be a storm. Sly made his move and was about to grab Hanks left leg just as the bolt of lightening struck the tree next to Clarissa. The sound made Hank twist enough to avoid Slys thrust and he quickly made for show. Sly, being inexperienced in the "killing game" wasn't able to turn around as fast as he needed to and by the time he had Hank had made it to shore along with Chuck. They ran to their mom, who had been knocked out by the branch that fell after the lightening hit the tree. What they didn't see was Alley slinking towards them his stare fixed on Clarissas motionless body.
23. a precocious gator, to be sure. He could calculate the exact moment to strike and never failed to make the capture. He would be going to the gator conservatory of musings when he got a little older. For now, he would simply wile the hours away with guile and patience, ever so cleverly seizing the day. carpe diem, as they say in those silly human movies. for a gator, it's simply Die Carp!
25. And so it was that the carefully planned "show" took place. First, the fake fight in the "yard" followed by havoc with a "lock down" and then, finding McGreef stabbed in the abdomen bleeding like the 4th of July (remember, this is the ol' USA in this story. In Mexico, you can make it the cinqo de'mayo, in France, July 14, and in Limpopo, October 19, the day that funnel cake was introduced).
26. The point being that McGreef's "stab" was nothing more than a minor scratch made to look very bad as McGreef had been a very good bad actor ever since his high school drama days. In fact, he had actually hammed it up to hamlet in his little hamlet of ourves torqued laisse, quite the omelet that hamlet.
27. And just in case the reader hasn't guessed yet, McGreef is really Kervey Witherlee in disguise, after having been busted for the purse and jacket snatch so long ago, having been found out due to his very poor portrayal of "the fonz," as the Fonz was never known to have said, "To be, or not, Who gives a flying hoot." Kervey never did have an ear for rhyme or an eye for art, let alone good taste in women's handbags.
Author's Note: To the beginning reader, much of the context will be lost. If this story captures your interest, you need to begin at the beginning and read all 808 prior threads to capture it all. However, as this would be a monumental waste of time, please accept that certain symbolism will be lost on you. That, however, precisely mimics life and is totally valid. Reminds me of my chess games, but that's another thread altogether. Back to the story.
29. All the while, the loyal savvy reader well anticipates that "the ambulance" and "paramedics" are all fakes, just like the so called life threatening injury. Away, sped the ambulance with it's lights flashing and sirens wailing, just long enough to disappear into the Louisiana swamps, where some quick work will turn the "ambulance" into a yellow Ryder Rental Truck, only $138 per day, surely never to be actually paid.
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Originally posted by coquetteBertha caught up to Alley just as Jim Bob met Sly and said " Well Alley looks like we got ourselves a regular buffet dinner here", and with that they began to gorge themselves on the abulance/Ryder truck "bunch". It was not a pretty sight, but when is it a a buffet style establishment? Clarissa yelled at the boys to run for your lives and forget the picnic trappings. When the dust settled (metaphorically speaking of course because it was, afterall pouring rain) all that was left, aside from the truck, were a few body parts, a lot of blood and an open can of Coors Light. This silver bullet was of no use. When Clarissa and the boys made it back to their home she went to the phone and cranked. Betty Sue answered after a minute saying" Oh hi Clarissa how y'all doin'?" " Not good" she said panting from the long run from the swamp. "Get me sheriff Gilford will ya there's been a situation down at the pond".
32. "Well, would you look at that," muttered Clarissa. "Guess them boys was from other parts if they ain't got no sense to pay some atten shun."
Originally posted by Great Big Stees33. Note to contributing Author: You must remember to number your postings, or our dedictated readers with OCD won't be able to cope.
Bertha caught up to Alley just as Jim Bob met Sly and said " Well Alley looks like we got ourselves a regular buffet dinner here", and with that they began to gorge themselves on the abulance/Ryder truck "bunch". It was not a pretty sight, but when is it a a buffet style establishment? Clarissa yelled at the boys to run for your lives and forget the ...[text shortened]... swamp. "Get me sheriff Gilford will ya there's been a situation down at the pond".