Date: Tue, 11 Feb 1997 13:34:50 -0500 From: BARBARA HARRIS Subject: INT: F: Haven for Hopeful Romantics -- [ From: Barbara Harris * EMC.Ver #2.5.1 ] -- Bunny was sitting in Barbara's Writing Room, staring dejectedly at the computer screen. Cupid was collapsed on the mantle, sated with too many sugar cookies and unable to get off his chubby derriere to go about his business of arranging romances for the Valentine's Gala. Jewel had flown off upstairs to Jacob's room much earlier. "What's wrong, Bunny?" asked Barbara. "Just look at this! Hardly anyone has voted so far! You'd think with forty-eight entries, they'd all want to get out and vote, wouldn't you?" "Yes, I would! Someone suggested we make it a rule next year that if you enter you have to vote or be disqualified... but I really think this group can be counted to come through on their own, don't you? I'd rather keep the voting voluntary." "I know. Making so many rules gets a little tiresome." Hagatha walked in and said, "Hey, you guys, I was going to turn on the snow on the North side of the grounds with that Climate Control device, so we could ski and make snow angels during the party, but there's this odd, but beautiful, woman dressed in an ugly dated dress standing out there ranting about her prince... or some guy who used to be known as Prince. What'll I do about her... she's not exactly dressed for snow, you know?" Bunny went to the glass doors and ran outside and around the house to see who it was. "Oh, migoddess... it's Snow White... just bring her a cloak, Hagatha! Turn on the snow... Maria's coming... and we've gotta be able to make snow angels. Hey, Snow, sweetie, why didn't you come to the door? Come inside? We'd have welcomed you, you know." "I want my Prince." said Snow White. "Hmmmph... well... as long as you don't take to kissing frogs, you may have any other prince you find around here... though I've not seen many about!" Snow White stared, startled, as a huge frog hopped past her, and leapt into the Frog Pond with a mighty splash. "Who... who... was that!" "Oh, that's a LADY frog... she's Granny Roz, gone off her rocker. You may kiss that one if you want to, but it won't get you a prince!" Hagatha returned with a warm black velvet cape with gold braid trim and a fetching hood, and draped it about Snow White's shoulders. "Hey, Snow , it's gonna start snowing here any moment... just in the mountains and on this side of the Estate, of course... we don't want to miss being able to have romantic walks in the Gardens during the party, you know! So where are your seven dwarves, any way? Did they HeighHo off to the caves for a hard day's work, or something?" Snow stood quietly, looking a little dazed as Bunny and Hagatha flitted about her. It did indeed start snowing, and a cold chill swept past her , so she snuggled into the warm cloak, wondering what strange place she'd wandered into. "Frogs? Kissing frogs? I wouldn't *dream* of ever kissing a frog! Yech!!!" "Well, good!" said Bunny, who dragged Hagatha and Snow White by the hand back into the Writing Room. "Now, what are we going to do about Cupid? Look at him! Who can possibly go out about all of BarkerVille and shoot his little arrows? I can't get him to MOVE, dammit! He needs to go to the Dysmal Keep and the Sweating Pig Tavern, to the Well Cafe and the Resort, and out on Highway 41 and to Aly's Hair Salon, and anywhere else in this realm that I'm too upset to remember at the moment . Otherwise, how will we have any romances going on here for Valentine's Day?" Hagatha looked at Bunny in amazement. 'Dammit' was a most uncharacteristic word for her to use. Bunny just shook her red head and stared back. Snow White spotted Barbara with her blonde hair and looked even more dazed than before. Three women who all looked alike except for their hair color.... and one of them ranting about kissing frogs... how strange, she thought. Cupid began to snore, and made a great deal of racket for such a little fella... -- @>-->-->------ 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.