Date: Tue, 16 Dec 1997 17:56:14 -0500 From: BARBARA HARRIS Subject: Re: INT: HHR: EmJays Preparations -- [ From: Barbara Harris * EMC.Ver #2.5.3 ] -- Mr. Randy Money wrote: (ROFLOL!) > "Looks like we're in for a spell of bad weather ," Mr. Randy Money > thought as he opened and raised his brolly in the sudden downpour. "Plainly, > we're the drain for the rain in Spain." Hagatha, hit with a sudden deluge which made huge rippling circles all over the surface of the Frog Pond, spat the pebbles out of her mouth, crying, "Oh, darn and double darn, why ever don't I remember I'm a WITCH . Repeating that like a chant was stupid, stupid, stupid! Now we're in for it!" She ran swiftfooted towards the Haven's front door, glad to have Emma Peel's athletic body to carry her quickly inside, though it was raining so hard, that it didn't do much good. She was drenched from head to toe , her hair hung limp and soggy, the leather in her pantsuit undoubtedly ruined. But at least she made it through the door before the first bolt of lightning touched down just above Izzy's cave. A resounding clap of thunder seemed to rock the entire house. Bunny met her in the front hall. "You look like a drowned rat! You're never going to be ready for the Awards Ceremony!" "Well, thankyou Bunny! I'm sure you'll outshine me with all those curlers in your hair and in your robe and bunny slippers!" "Just you shush about the bunny slippers. They aren't MY fault. Raini wrote them in! YOU caused this, didn't you? What have you done now? How are we even going to *get* to the ceremony in this weather... we'll all look as bad as you do! And the beautiful gowns from Niniane will be ruined!" "Oh, for pity's sake, we'll use the transporters!" No sooner were the words out of her mouth than thunder and lightning struck again, and the lights flickered and went out... Love & Light, Barbara -- @)--,--'-- @>-->-->-- @}~~~~~ @)--,--'-- @>-->-->-- @}~~~~~ @)--,--'-- "Let's tear down the walls that separate us." -- Michael Watkins "Mrs. Shelley was choosing a school for her son, and asked the advice of this lady, who gave for advice -- to use her own words to me -- 'Just the sort of banality, you know, one does come out with: "Oh, send him somewhere where they will teach him to think for himself!"' ...Mrs. Shelley answered: 'Teach him to think for himself? Oh, my God, teach him rather to think like other people!'" -- Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley --'--,--(@ --<--<--<@ ~~~~~{@ --'--,--(@ --<--<--<@ ~~~~~{@ --'--,--(@ Barbara Harris ~ TCZJ32B@Prodigy.com