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An old English Dood was best buddies with his companion the Blueblood. In the mid of day, they liked to laze around with a lovely cup of tea which Donna poured for them from the dish..........
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One of the friends buried happened to be her best friend, who wore red and white striped socks and black, ugly shoes and ruled over a kingdom bordered on one side by LOZ. We have all heard the story about the Wicked Witches of the East and West, but this time the sister witches were called the Wicked Witches of the Forest and Water. This time the house landed on the Wicked Witch of the Water (known as W to all her witch friends.) So, this left the other witch, to seek revenge, and everyone was afraid of this one who ruled her kingdom with an iron fist and yelled, "HOKUM!" on a daily basis and went by the name of Forest, or F for short.
But in fact, Wicked was a misnomer, for this witch was kind hearted, brilliant and determined. In fact she was a paragon of virtue and a good friend to all. It is true her clothing choices left something to be desired but she believed in comfort above all because she needed to be ready at a moment's notice to help all deluded souls who may have been taking in by those peddling snake oil. Yelling Hokum is her weapon of choice. She is now off to rescue the fair Donna.
Still laughing................ Keep in mind, it is your sister who is a bad dresser. I would never say that about you!
Oh, good! It sounds like our heroine is in serious need of help...LOL
This is better than some books I've read. :>)
The poor friends lay buried under the rubble no help at all in her quest to kill this illusion of a husband! When, while out surveying the damage to to home her useless husband hoping for a large insurance settlement was drawn to the red and white socks less one shoe sticking out from the pile of rubble! He frantically started to dig the friends out, yelling for the dogs who since being so highly trained ran to that side of the house and promptly went to work. The wolfhound was full of anxiety and could not stop the pacing and panicking! The friends realizing the dogs were there felt safe and were happy to be rescued. As Mr Walmart greeter had no engineering background he had scattered the debris with no thought of safety in mind! As the last friend was crawling out of the rubble the Wolfhound who had been holding back along the perimeter of the scene pounced to the side of his owner unable to control his behavior which was worse than any thunderstorm symptoms. The sad sap of a husband was thrown off balance and landed without even time to attempt to break his fall with his arms. Fortunately for The tea drinking twosome he landed on a piece of exposed siding torn as if the side of a razor, his carotid artery slashed and torn from his neck leaving him dead with in seconds! In there instinctive behavior to work both dogs leap into search and rescue mode, tearing his neck and doing unthinkable damage to him as they struggled to pull him free from the debri. Ol English dood stayed with the body and the injured friends while blueblood ran to alert to help, the wolfhound had bolted unable to handle the anxiety at all.
Sounds like a sort of happy ending or is there more.....music playing. TBC
Gross!!
Sounds idyllic to me.
Karen, I love "in the meantime," which can leap across the whole sordid mess and fix everything! Excellent!
Be still my heart, JD you hunk and might I say I look pretty darn good at well.
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