Do tell, Smerk, it sounds interesting; unlike most of the jabberwockie posted here. By the way - Alex is #1. But Julio retired, and the oyster beds went back to sleep. No justification for Katrina, though; she still plots.

Basic story - two neighbouring kingdoms, one grows cabbages, the other lettuce. King in the cabbage kingdom is bored with cabbage for evey meal. Meets with neighbouring lettuce kingdom, agree to trade seeds. King in cabbage kingdom now has lettuce to moan over. End story. I think mum had it published in her school paper, her teachers thought it was that good.

Are the prelates still watching?

Winona, your rutabega story is chilling! 🐛

Winona, Yeah, like you said, quick. I might have left out the 5349 dead college students, but hey, your story is a RIOT! And, as we all know, the evil rutabegas continue to march ahead; joined, alas, by the Hickory Farms Preserved Cheese cavalry, recently. God save us, all. But then Evan said, 'Wait, he's dead!'

Every once in a while I pop out those useless little things that I never look at again. Guess it gives me a break from the more serious stuff. That one was done at the end of an all nighter (and it shows). Dunno why I even keep this stuff, but I just liked this one because of my friend's fondness for rutabega. UGH! 😛

I loved that story. Really, I thought it was quite good. (Not that an internet opinion really matters, but, well, you know...)

Reminiscent of Stephen King, with the detached horror and all. I'm thinking particularly of his story (in Night Shift?) of the guy who had the Venus eyes pop up on his body. He was horrified, but the story was straight ahead, and presented his personal horror with very little emotion.

I also remember my baby sister hearing someone on the old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cartoon exclaim "Rutabagas!". For years she used it as her own little swear word, but NEVER in front of my parents, even though she knew it wasn't a bad thing to say.

My only question is: why is it on the website of "erikholsen"?

I'm a man, baby. 😉 Now you know my secret identity.

Nah, just kidding. I borrowed hubby's undeveloped website. I used to work for a website and got my fill so I avoid having my own now because I got way too sick of doing any real html. (Mind you my skills are waaaaay out of date now.)

Cute story about your sister! I love the way kids use those things. My son is in a "Oh, Bugger" stage right now. Good things he's a 'merican, he could really offend people otherwise.

Thanks by the way!

Alas, the first emissary chosen was a 100-foot Gnome that rode the waves to quicken the oysters, but tiring of their apathy, supplanted himself beyond the surf. Katrina rose from her lethargy and called out,"W'ist not to smite the heathen's tongue, but clap his ears soundly!" The startlingly somber mood of the group was broken, tho, by the stableboy's announcement that the chickens were loose. More tales of the coven could be told, but Carissa said "No." I must obey.

It is not fair to make Gnomes into slaves. If you have made a gnome into a slave you should set it free and send it to rehabilitation. The legal form to set your Gnome free is at a website called http://www.geocities.com/gnome_reserve. They have a bunch of Freed Gnomes and a Gnome Underground Railroad and they give counseling to Freed Gnomes.

We, the Lakeview Terrace Garden Gnome Liberation Front, had a float recently in the Burlington, Vermont, USA, Mardi Gras Parade. We are vying for the People's Choice Award, and we could use more votes of support. Please visit:

http://www.magichat.net/mardigras2007/pics/index.php

to see more info about the parade and our float.

Free the Gnomes!

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