From: li@Data-IO.COM (Phyllis Rostykus)
Subject: Re: Song of Sixpence - Finis?
Organization: Data I/O Corporation
Date: Mon, 5 Oct 1992 06:56:26 GMT

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>"Happy birthday, Liralen!", says C, his compound eyes twinkling.
>"Here, some Fried Chili Crabs for you. Freshly picked... I hope you
>can stand them. ( If u want the recipe, you can drop me a line, though
>the spices are pretty hard to find.... )"....
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>C                                             --- Chua Hak Lien ---

Liralen, very, very carefully, tastes a leg of the crab that C has cooked.
She gasps, starts having to breath through her mouth until she can get some
water down, and immediately starts to sweat.  "Wow!!" she says, and takes
another bite.

Chuckle... "I *would* like the recipe, please.  MyJohn has a taste for the
terrifically hot, and it might be something he'd like..."

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>        The bell on the oven dings.  Grant opens the oven and pulls out a
>sheet of large chocolate chip cookies.  The smell is heavenly.

	Phee and Liralen gravitate, automatically, towards chocolate chip
cookies just out of the oven...

>        "You know," Grant says inhaling the odor, "there's nothing quite
>like a chocolate chip cookie fresh from the oven."

	Liralen nibbles on a cookie and says, half laughingly, "With a
seasonal food like *that* San Diego doesn't *need* seasons."

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>Spacey walks about, not knowing where she is supposed to
>go...until she hears music coming from ahead.  She sees a party
>in full swing as she lugs the haupia - coconut pudding/jello -
>to the table, or a semblence of one.  

Goodness gracious, I *loved* haupia when we were in Hawaii.  And the tuna
and fresh fish were exquisite there.  Only there for two weeks, but both
John and I gained about ten pounds.  The folks we were staying with worked
on macademia plantation, and wild boars would eat almost 7 pounds a DAY of
nutmeats.  The farmers gave their workers liscense to hunt the boars,
and all the fat in the meat tasted of macademia nuts...  

>She walks over to Liralen and gives her a ginger lei, hug, and wishes
>for a happy birthday...

Liralen bows her head for the lei and hugs Spacey back gently.  "Thank
you." she says.

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>Just then a little grey bird flutters past and lands on the arm of
>Liralen's chair.
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>"Hi!"  she chirps.  "A canary told me you were having a Birthday,
>Liralen.  I hope I am not too late to offer my best wishes!"
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>Liralen, of course, is delighted that Feather has made it to the party,
>strokes her crest gently and thanks her for making the trip.  Berty is
>also delighted and squawks that he would like to buy Feather a beaker
>of her favorite liquid and the two fly off together in search of Mike
>and his portable bar.

[Perfect, Didi. -ll]

>Galdrin and Didi share a giggle as they watch the larger white cockatoo
>escorting the dainty grey bird.  "I think Bertie is hoping for a
>'date'!"  laughs the incorrigible -Sprite.
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>Feeling rested and ready for some more fun, Didi rises, having, of
>course, promised Galdrin the first dance of the evening, and strolls 
>over to Liralen.
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>"Liralen, in all the excitement, I never really got a moment to wish
>you a Happy Birthday, myself!  So ... Happy Birthday!  And, I hope
>you will get to celebrate many more, here, in The Place.

Liralen simply smiles and listens to the greetings from Frosty, Space
Cadet, and TJ.

>"Oh!  I want to thank you ... for having your birthday on October 2nd!
>It proved very timely this year.  And, I have a feeling that his party
>is going to go on for days ... maybe even weeks!  In fact, this looks
>like a lovely spot for an All Hallow's Eve Party!  What do you think?"

Liralen grins, looks around for a moment and says, "Yeah.  I think it could
be wonderful for such a party.  As for thanking me for when my birthday
was, I... uhm... I didn't have much say in the matter; but I'm glad that it
worked out.  A young witch once told me that I was born on the brightest
full moon of the seven years previous and the seven years to come, and all
the planets shone at the moon, and the moon reflected all that light
back.  He told me that for the rest of my life, I'd be someone that could
reflect people back at themselves, show them their own light...  I would
collect energy from any crowd and give it *all* back to *all* of them."
She looks up at the night sky.  "I never really believed him, because he
was one of eight guys that had a pool going on who would be my boyfriend,
first.  But looking around me now..."  She grins at the Sprite, "It's just
luck, isn't it?"  She looks at the people wandering about.  "They all *do*
look a touch happier..."

"Didi." Liralen says softly, "Thank YOU.  You're the one that made it all
happen, you're the one that put so much energy into putting it all
together.  I just got lucky..." she says with a smile.  She looks around,
"I haven't *ever* had a birthday like this one's been..."

>With that suggestion, Didi hugs Liralen warmly, 
and gets hugged thoroughly back.

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>The Didi-Sprite
>Montreal * Canada
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>braley@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca

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