CJ ran in. CJ: everyone's name for Clive, Jr., who was if anything even more gnarled than his late Da. CJ: the most twisted double helix of the whole diminutive bloodline.
"Sorry for slammin' the door, youse," said the young dwarf. "Come to take me ring back, I have."
He grabbed her hand, pulled a pair of garden snips from his hip pocket, and...
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Hurrah!!
(That made me laugh) How long before CJ bites the big one?
This thing is gonna give me a heart attack. You just never know what is coming next.
Status report: took the liberty of copying'n'pasting the whole thing so far. It's here. Let me know if any problems or suggestions.
(It was almost blindingly difficult for me to follow all the little bits separately. Heh.)
Misssy: oh, believe me -- I figure Son and Scarlet are already gleefully wringing their hands in anticipation of shocking the dwarfophiles out there!
I'm lurking... and biding my time.. where's the gun..?
Sx
'the most twisted double helix of the whole diminutive bloodline.' Yes! Yes! he howls, gleefully wringing his hands.
OK ... who got it on with CJ Snr?? Is there a Mrs CJ or were they dwarves that passed in the night?
I was so nonplussed that I forgot to thank Jes for gluing the whole mess together. Well done! Now I can use it for a bedtime story for my nine-year-old.
LOL Kate! Dwarves passing in the night. We're going to get nailed by some interest organisation.
Well done JES! A masterpiece of cut and paste.
I love these dwarves!
JES you are amazing. It's s nice to see it all together
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