From: pierce@navo.navy.mil (Jim M. Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: rain Re: The Chronicles of Narnia - Part 8
Date: 13 Apr 92 01:53:54 GMT
Article-I.D.: cs.1992Apr13.015354.23570
Reply-To: pierce@navo.navy.mil (Jim M. Pierce)
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In article <1992Apr12.094746.14451@ucc.su.OZ.AU>, ablanch@physics.su.OZ.AU (Shonias) writes:
|> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
|> Storm clouds were gathering as the party finished the last of their sumptuous
|> meal. All around the clearing where they were gathered, sounds of satisfied
|> tummies could be heard. The buzz of animated discussion wafted out into the
|> trees.
|> 
|> Just then, the storm broke with an appalling crash of thunder. Fat drops
|> of rain lanced down. In one mystically coordinated spontaneous action, 
|> everbody jumped to their feet with whoops of excitement, tearing off their
|> clothes to dance naked in the rainstorm.
|> 
|> xxxxx
|> Malcolm
|> 
|> After this spectacle, Didi, Kitten and Shonias look at each other, all at
|> once struck speechless (I do hope someone is recording this, it may never
|> happen again!)  "Ummmm, Didi, these Australians seem to have rather strange
|> habits... first bungee cords... now this" Kitten looks uncertain as to
|> whether she should be taking notes, looking horrified or just joining in...
|> 
|> Didi however seems to have less doubt, and joins in straight away!
|> 
|> Shonias calls to DM  "Come on DM, this is VR, and we have just removed
|> your modesty gland!"
|> 
|> [ proceedings deleted for the sake of... decency!   :) :)  :)]
|> 

    "boss ?" Robbie
    "what Robbie ?" nickD.

    "uhm. I never saw you blush like that before.." Robbie

    "Blush. like what Robbie ? I'm not blushing !? "NickD.

    "A checkerboard ! Ha ! Ha ! "Linda

    "eeeeeeeee," NickD.

    "Its okay NickD, no one is staring, " kitten

    "I know, I know. " NickD.

    "uhm Boss, you still have your clothes on." Linda

    "Linda, think of them as the Emporer's Anti-New Clothes. You just think
  they are there. Even though they actually are..." NickD.

     "Boss ?!? Just what are you talking about ? " Linda

     RIIIPPPP !!  "Nothing up my sleeve. Hmm. Maybe I don't know my
  own strength..." NickD.

|> After all the commotion has died down, Shonias calls a toast,
|> "To our favourite rodent, to his happiness, to the reversal of
|> trends <There is a conspiritorial wink to DM> and... dammit
|> to my complete inability to express my feelings for him."
|> She throws the crystal glass she is holding into the fire, which
|> (of course) is just beside her, and as she turns away, a few notice
|> a single tear...
|> 
|> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
|> 
|> Thankyou to all those that helped us get this together, especially
|> Didi and Kitten who I completely failed to warn that I wouldn't
|> be around when I said I would.
|> 
|> Happy Birthday David.
|> Shonias

   Happy Birthday, from one astronomer to another.

-- 
     pierce@navo.navy.mil  Jim Pierce aka Nick D.
    "I want a new duck...." Weird Al Yankovic