From: Robert.T.Warfield@dartmouth.edu (Robert T. Warfield)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [C&H] & [Sus]  Calvin's breakfast.
Date: 28 Sep 92 17:26:07 GMT
Organization: Dartmouth College, Hanover, NH
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 The morning light shone through the window onto Calvin's face, waking
him up.  Hobbes still slept. He put on his clothes, his armor and his
shield, stepped back from the bed an yelled "HOBBES, WAKE UP!!!!". The
tiger leapt out of bed, claws and teeth bared, and crashed into
Calvin's upraised shield. They both fell to the floor in a heap.
  Hobbes shook himself slowly and said "No fair, your wearing your
armor!"
  "So what am I supposed to do chowderhead," replied Calvin "get mauled
every morning? No breakfast in bed for you buddy boy." 
  "Chowderhead eh? Well your a jerk!"
  "What!?"
  "You heard me."
  "Well, If I wasn't so hungry I'd pound you good. Let's go Wake up
Susie."  Calvin turned away. He didn't see Hobbs tongue sticking out at
him.
  They went down the hall to Susies room and pounded on the door.
"C'mon Susie," Calvin called. "Wake up!"
  "You looking for me?" came a voice behind them. It was Susie, already
up and dressed. "I thought you'd never get up."
  Downstairs, breakfast was waiting for them. Much to Calvin's
disliking "what do you mean there's no Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs!!!
There an Important part of a complete breakfast for pete's sake." 
  "All we have is oatmeal" said the waitress "I could however add some
honey to sweeten it."
  "Oatmeal! I hate oatmeal" Calvin cried. "Don't you have anything
else?" The waitress shook her head. Resignedly Calvin decided "all
right, I'll have the oatmeal. But put lots of honey on it!"
  Breakfast was quiet until Calvin's oatmeal started moving. Slowly a
psudeopod formed and grabbed a spoon. Then it attacked, throwing large
gobs of itself. Calvin retaliated by drawing his sword and hacking at
it. The oatmeal however had great agility and Calvin's swings mostly
hit the table tossing it's contents onto the floor. The oatmeal, freed
of it's bowl, ran out the door. Calvin followed close behind.
  Back in the inn, Susie turned to Hobbes."He always does something
like this." She said "Now I don't feel like eating anything, much less
oatmeal. Let's go find Calvin Mr. Tiger. We've got to make sure he
doesn't get into anymore trouble. She picked up the toy and started to
leave. 
  "Wait!" yelled the bartender. "Who's going to pay for this damage to
my inn?"
  "Put it on Calvin's tab."
  "I want cash." insisted the bartender.
  "All right, all right" she sighed "Here's the money." With that, she
left the inn. Hobbes of course was silent. However there were some who
swore they saw the toy grin.

ADMIN: Take that, Cat!

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