Date: Thu, 13 Feb 1997 23:30:17 -0500 From: BARBARA HARRIS Subject: INT: F: (HHR) Stinky Meets Snow -- [ From: Barbara Harris * EMC.Ver #2.5.1 ] -- It was a long walk from the Bogiday Inn to the Haven for Hopeful Romantics, and Stinky Sox had to make it alone, being unable to rouse his friend Gruggh, the Gassy Gnoll, who had passed out in an odiferous cloud of his own making. For some reason, the Haven's transporters had never been installed at the inn on the beautiful shores of the Bog of Eternal Stench, the Great Swamp that ran along the border between the Haven and the Dysmal Keep. Stinky had spent the better part of the day preparing for the party. He finally found his great uncle's tuxedo that had been left to him when he died so tragically ten years before. The tux was at least seventy years old, and wonderfully worn on both elbows, with shiny patches along all the edges. Stinky was especially fond of the touch of green mildew that bordered each sleeve and pant cuff, giving a musky odor that blended perfectly with his Eau de Bog. Stinky had even spit polished (literally) his pet slugs, Slime and Slither, and both were busy weaving fresh paisley designs on his mostly bald head. The ponytail that grew up from the center of that area had been well greased with 'possum fat, and thudded beautifully against his head when he tilted it. Finally Stinky found himself at the outskirts of the Haven Gardens, and looked about him in awe. He couldn't imagine why anyone would want all these flowers. How dreadful! But then his attention was caught by a fair lady bending over digging through a flower bed. "Why, fair lady, what are you doing there. Those flowers are awful things! Those sweet smells are nauseating!" Snow White stood up quickly, pulling her dress down modestly and hoping it hadn't been raised too high. "Oh, hello! I was looking for a mouse, actually, but they *wiggle*! Eeeek!" "A mouse? Why would you want a mouse?" "I wouldn't, actually, but the only Prince material around here seems to. He said he needed something *live.* He didn't want my Twinkie(tm). " Stinky was quite dazzled by Snow's radiant beauty and blue-black hair. He was hoping to find out if she liked skunk cabbage, his own favorite plant, when Cupid # 33 darted out from behind the hibiscus flowers and shot a little arrow straight into Snow White's heart. Snow cried out, "Ow! That hurt!" But she suddenly found herself looking at Stinky with new eyes... he was really kinda cute. That paisley design on his head was fascinating... and... and... moving! He was tall too, and she had a feeling from the way he moved that he'd be a good dancer. Stinky, meanwhile, had spotted the castoff Twinkie that Beast had thrown on the ground, covered in ants, and picked it up. He examined it carefully, with Snow watching ever so closely to see what he would do. One rejection of her Twinkie in one day was all she could bear. Stinky smiled at her beatifically, then Stinky ate the Twinkie, and Snow never knew it was the ants that were such a treat to him. She sighed in ecstasy and fell into his arms.... -- @>-->-->------ 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.