From: gryphon@openage.openage.com (The Golden Gryphon)
Subject: Re: The brumby is foaling better
Organization: Open Age, Inc.
Date: Wed, 22 Jul 1992 17:02:03 GMT

brumby@monu6.cc.monash.edu.au (Stephen McNamara) writes:

>   The brumby's silver-grey nose reappears from the shadows of one of the
>numerous corners of the bar. After peering around for a bit, the rest of
>the stallion emerges and slinks over to the bar.
>   "Hello Mike. Southern and lemonade I think."
>   "Haven't seen you for a while," says Mike as he sets up the drink in a
>think glass that's unlikely to shatter in a horses mouth.
>   "How long is what I'm wondering."
>   "Oh?"
>   "Well, one of the reasons I haven't been around is that I was ill for 
>about a week. 40C plus temperature when I was coherent enough to take my
>temperature. I know I was hotter than that quite a bit. It's taken me a
>couple of weeks to get over it."

"Welcome back Brumby,  You look much better now.  How's life"

>   "You're looking better now."
>   "I am feeling better. However, I got my marks last week. A credit, two
>passes, and a zero. Yeah, I've finally worked out that I didn't hand in
>the assignments that were due the week I was ill. Trouble is, I'm sure I
>did them, and I don't have them now. I thought I had handed them in, now
>I don't know what I did with them. My memory for the whole time is rather
>shot anyway."
>   The brumby takes the glass in his mouth and tips his head up. After
>swallowing a good amount he puts the glass back down.
>   "To be honest, I don't even know when the last time I was in here was."
>   "That doesn't matter much. You're welcome whenever you drop by."

"I second that notion.  I was kind of wondering where you went to, but I though
you were just doing the life thing like ArchTeryx and me."

>   The brumby ducks his head.
>   "Thanks. There's been other reasons why I haven't been in. The usual
>post exam holiday depression that I fall into. It was made a lot worse by
>being ill, I couldn't do anything to take my mind off it. And I've been 
>putting myself under quite a bit of stress for another reason."
>   "Robyn is 17 weeks pregnant."

	The Golden Gryphon give Brumby a hearty slap on the back.
"Congratulations Brumby.  What wonderful news."

>   Mike looks closely at the brumby.
>   "You don't look as cheerful as you should be."
>   "I know. That's the problem. Everyone around me thinks this is wonderful.
>I have two prospective grandmothers and a potential great-grandmother all
>telling me how wonderful this is. But all I can think of is the fact that
>I don't have a job, and I am going to have about 3/4's of my second degree
>finished at the end of this year. And if I don't get a job by the end of the
>year when Robyn has to leave hers then we are really in trouble. And I
>don't know if I can cope with being a father. I seem to be the only person
>who is acknowledging the fact that there is a down side to all this. The
>way everyone else is bouncing around being so happy is driving me round
>the twist."
>   The brumby takes up his glass again and drains all of it.

"I see.  You are looking into the future and see dispair.  Maybe it may not
be so bad in the end.  You have a close family, and people who love you. You
may have to put off school for a while, or finish school in a lifestyle you
are unacostom to.  Grand Parents are wonderful for keeping up with little
rugrats, er rugfoals, oh you know what I mean.  If you can keep your head
you'll be OK."

>   "Ahh well. We've already had the inevitable round of jokes about
>The Cosmic Froggy being about to spawn, that being her usual net.name. She
>just tells people that the tadfoal is due after Christmas."

"I like it.  Tadfoal.  Has a nice ring to it.  Maybe you'll name the kid
Tad, short for Tadfoal."

>   A few nearby patrons moan at that one.
>   "Hey, she said that when it starts kicking she's going to start referring
>to the 'wumpus womb'."

READY

>   "I just wanted to abort any wombers."

AIM

>   The peanuts start to fly. The brumby ducks behind the hot tub.

FIRE AT WILL

>   "Hmmm, this placenta lot better than the last one. Okay, so I was 
>laboring for that one. I can't conceive of any better ones though. But
>egg me on, I'll see if I can carry this one to term."

1d6 pun dammage!

>   The brumby retreats from the hail of peanuts.

The peanut farmers of america smile as The Golden Gryphon takes up an arial
patrole over Brumby and beans him unmercifly with peanuts.

"Such embryonic puns.  Come on Brumby can't you make more furtile puns? I mean
you're a studd now.  You have run the great race and finshed.  I do wonder at
amplibious horses though.  But I guess if I give the idea enough it will grow
on me.  Make sure you start buying live bugs now.  You never know what a 
pregnant frog will crave."
 
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