Date:         Fri, 4 Jul 1997 09:11:00 -0400
From: Ray McDowell <Raymond.McDowell@BMHKG-01.SPRINT.COM>
Subject:      Re: INT: PAAP: A New Arrival

          The new arrival peeked into the Sweating Pig tavern. It's
          not that she was shy. Hardly. Just that she always liked to
          see what she was getting into before she jumped into
          it...and she did have a habit of jumping into it.

          Her name was Judy. Judy Ray. But you could call her J. Or
          Judy. Or you could call her Judy Ray. But nobody ever called
          her by that....other name. Not if they wanted to keep
          breathing.

          She was full sized and red-haired with piercing green eyes.
          She was carrying a suitcase full of Chili & Lime Tostitos
          and she was looking for action.

          "I'm here on a mission," she declared.

          "Aren't we all," answered a strange looking frog. "I'm here
          to drum up business for my coffee house. I would think these
          people should know the value of open discourse, uninhibited
          by the restrictions of alcohol, but few if any have deigned
          to dine at my establishment since it was conceived. Perhaps
          thoughtful consideration and face to face interaction is
          passe in this new cyber-environment. A pity, that."

          The frog would have continued his thoughtful dissertation
          but he fell off the barstool he was perched on, having
          imbibed three times his own weight in Guinness.  There was a
          stool beside the one formerly occupied by the frog. On it
          sat a tall bearded unconscious gentleman. He, likewise had
          trippled the frog's weight in that dark drink.

          Judy walked past the unconscious forms and made a wide
          circle around the Arab with the dogs licking him.  She saw a
          woman who looked strangely familiar.

          "Excuse me. Are you Phanny?"

          "Yes I am. Are you here for the contest?"

          "No, not really. I'm looking for a poetry class. The girls
          at the Hong Kong Kai Tak airport directed me to a
          transporter, but that zapped me to Tiannamen Square where a
          bunch of midgets dressed in Deng Xiao Peng disguises tried
          to kidnap me.  I had just fended them off when a funny
          monkey looking character with an HKSAR sticker stuck on his
          forehead tried to sell me the rose in his lapel. Failing
          that, he directed me to another trasporter camaflauged as a
          PLA guard.  Where am I, anyway?  Where's the poetry class?
          And why do you look like Beaver Cleaver's mother?"

          Komrade Rqy from the HKSAR