Date:         Fri, 31 Oct 1997 12:35:47 -0500
From: Catherine Berchtold <bercht@PIPELINE.COM>
Subject:      INT: The Haunted Island

I wrote:

>The monster's eyes quit twirlin'.  The spell wuz broke.  He screamed
>and throw'd his hands up inna front of his face.
>
>"Noooo!  It's a rectal!!!!"  Then he done took off a runnin' as fast as
>his little, hairy legs could carry him.
>
>Daisy eyeballed the thermometer and grinned.  Havin' a bit of fun, she
>waved it inna the air like a sword.  No monster wuz ever gonna put a
>twirlin'-eyed spell onna her.


Daisy Mae stuffed the monster-repelling rectal thermometer back
inna her pocket and headed for the seance room.  She wuz gonna
set a fire under all the folks' butts ta git a move on.

She'd always wanted ta talk ta Devil Anas Hatfield sos she could
ask him some right important questions.  She hoped the seance lady
could give him a holler and he'd come a runnin'.

She giggle ta herself at the thought of bringin' Randolph McCoy ta
the party jist ta liven it up a bit.

She pulled out a chair at the table next ta that huge man what wuz
named Omar.  He done had a bag of Cheetos squashed under his
armpit and he had his shoe off, diggin' at the bottom of his foot
what wuz stained orange.  His head wuz all throw'd back, eyes
lookin' up toward heaven and his mouth wuz hung open like he
wuz tryin' ta catch flies.

Daisy got herself up and moved ta a chair on the other side of
the table.





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"It is so very easy to be proud, harsh, moody and
selfish -- so easy.

But we have been created for greater things;

why stoop down to things that will spoil the beauty
of our hearts?"

                                               --Mother Teresa
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