Date: Mon, 3 Feb 1997 00:31:21 -0500 From: BARBARA HARRIS Subject: INT: F: HHR: Valentine Gala Preparations! -- [ From: Barbara Harris * EMC.Ver #2.5.1 ] -- By Barbara with Granny Roz... please feel free to join in... come help decorate... swim in the pool... you know! Bunny sat mesmerized in front of the computer screen in Barbara's Writing Room. "Hey, guys, another vote just came in!" "Let *me* see," cried Hagatha. "Nope!" Bunny double clicked on the top of the screen, and page disappeared. "Aw, jeez, Bunny, I know you're our official counter, but really, you might let the rest of us get a little peek. How do we know you're counting right?" "Really, Hagatha, it's not as if I'm counting alone, you know. Michelle is backing us up! And she's doing a wonderful job!" "Snaffle morphelle garp... " cried a voice from a darkened corner of the room. Hagatha and Bunny turned, and saw Granny Roz sitting in a rocker, her mouth full of Strawberry Newtons, nodding her head vigorously. She'd been sneaking the cookies off of Jewel's plate every time she got a chance. Cupid hovered protectively over his sugar cookies. Jewel didn't seem to mind sharing, but she did keep close watch over one of the cookies. Her appetite seemed to be quite dainty for a dragon... but then... she was a tiny little thing. As Bunny watched, Roz's face seemed to puff up and turn green, and Bunny could've sworn she was turning into a frog. Roz mumbled something about her Prince being a fake, and continued munching on Strawberry Newtons. "Hagatha, did you see that?" "Yes, I think something a little strange is going on. Though I don't know why on earth someone shape-shifting to a frog should surprise *you* ! Isn't that why you're always trying to kiss Alcmaeon?" "Well, it's bass ackwards! You're supposed to kiss the frog and get a prince... not the other way 'round... or was she really a frog to begin with?" "I don't know, but we'd better keep an eye on her... Barbara will have a fit if this Gala isn't *PERFECT*. I hate to think of her wandering around distraught in that hair shirt throwing off the balance between here and the Dysmal Keep again." "Yeah, me too! You had an awful time straightening it out last time." Granny Roz was looking even greener. "Strawberry Newts" she ribbetted. "Strawberry Newts!" She fell off her rocker and hopped away ribbetting , "Strawberry Newts, this is the last straw. Strawberry Newts is nuts. Newt ain't a strawberry; he's a chokeberry. I can't stand this. I can't stand lily-livered politicians. If you have a valentine for me you can find me at my lily pad!" She headed out the East window and continued hopping toward the Frog Pond. Bunny and Hagatha heard a distant splash as the over-sized frog leapt in and sunk a lily pad beneath her. Hagatha looked at Bunny in astonishment. "The Newts? Does she know about the Newts? Hey, maybe we should make a new batch of them for the party? They do a great job of absorbing all the troubles... they were wonderful at the Keep until the Beast had them all exterminated, remember? Ooooooh, and I could make them pink and purple to match the party decor; wouldn't that be cool? Oooh, or pink with purple eyes... it's the Eye of Newt that does the trouble absorbing, you know?" "We'd better ask Barbara." "Why would we do that? She'll just say no, it's not practical. No, I think I'm going to go into the Holodeck and work on that project right now." "But Hagatha, don't they multiply really fast? Are you sure this is a good idea?" "Sure... it's a great idea... you'll see... just let me do my work! And remember, mum's the word!" Bunny shook her head and a rare worried frown creased her forehead... but finally she shrugged prettily and went back to her vote counting. She forced her mind to focus on more important things than Hagatha's spells, like what kind of new hairdo she might be able to get done for the party at Alyson's new salon... -- @>-->-->------ Love & ------<--<--<@ Light, Barbara, wishing Spring would get sprung! @)--,--'-- @>-->-->-- @}~~~~~ @)--,--'-- @>-->-->-- @}~~~~~ @)--,--'-- Population, when unchecked, increases in a geometrical ratio. Subsistence only increases in an arithemetical ratio. -Thomas Robert Malthus (1798!) (He said that without seeing "The Trouble with Tribbles"!) --'--,--(@ --<--<--<@ ~~~~~{@ --'--,--(@ --<--<--<@ ~~~~~{@ --'--,--(@ Barbara Harris ~ TCZJ32B@Prodigy.com "The A-Bomb enables no man." -Bigfoot Heh, and I thought the *Adam* bomb caused the population explosion! -Hagatha, wielding Eternal PUN-ishment.