Date: Wed, 22 Oct 1997 16:26:48 -0500 From: Catherine Berchtold Subject: Re: INT: Island: Haunted House At 09:45 PM 10/21/97 -0500, BARBARA HARRIS wrote: > Bunny had run out of breath and in between screams and kicking the door >, she suddenly heard a key rasping in the lock. Having claustrophobia, >even mild, was the pits. She wouldn't want to be that idiot Count when >she got her hands on him! Imagine, locking her in a strange room alone! > She hid behind the door as it swung open, peering cautiously around the >corner. The ugliest little man entered the room and looked all around. >He was stark naked except for the hair that covered every inch of him >except his bald head. Under his left arm, he carried a cook book, and >Bunny suddenly remembered how hungry she was. She was determined to get >out of this room and find food. As he walked fully into the room, she >ducked around the door and darted outside and down the stairs... Daisy Mae wuz still chokin' onna dung odor when a woman come a rushin' down the stairs. She done flew passed her so quick like that Daisy had ta slam her body up ta the wall or she'd done been run over. Daisy muttered ta herself, "These dag-gone people around here are gonna git somebody kilt. I outta give 'em a rock upside their skull and learn 'em some manners. I'll tell you what, I ain't gonna wear this dern dress another minute. And these shoes Phanny give me are pinchin' my feet." She stomped back ta the closet ta hunt up her hillbilly clothes.