From: trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski)
Subject: narnia and other chronicals--part 7
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Sun, 12 Apr 1992 00:51:35 GMT





Aw ... give me a break ... not more?  Yup!  More!

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Suddenly the denizens of the meadow hear a loud, shrill voice coming  
from a way off and close to the ground.  "Where is he?  Where is this  
mouse?  Danger Mouse!"

Alfvaen grins.  "Reep!  You made it!"

The source of the voice becomes visible as it emerges from a nearby  
field of tall grass.  It is a mouse--not as large as Danger Mouse,  
but a good two feet tall, certainly taller than your average field  
mouse.  It is walking on its hind legs, wearing a peaked hat bearing  
a large colourful plume that doubles its height, and a long flowing  
cape.  It carried a naked sword in its hand, the scabbard hanging  
empty by its side.  Its beady eyes survey the meadow, lighting on  
Alfvaen.

It brandishes the sword high in salute.  "I have come at your  
summons, sir Alfvaen, to repay the debt I owe thee.  So where is this  
mouse to which your message pertained?"

"Follow me, Reep."  Alfvaen gets up off his picnic mattress, and  
surveys the meadow until he spots DM.  "This way," he says.  The  
Callahaners on the meadow back off a bit to stay clear of the mouse's  
sword, which he waves about wildly as he walks, as if sparring with  
invisible foes.  The crowd surrounding DM parts, and suddenly DM  
finds himself alone and undefended against the mouse half his height  
advancing on him with naked blade.  He is paralyzed with shock, even  
when the mouse raises its blade and lines it up with DM's throat.

Then the mouse makes an intricate flourish with its sword and bows.   
"Reepicheep the Mouse, warrior extraordinaire, at thy service, sir  
Mouse of Danger.  I am here at the bidding of my friend sir Alfvaen,  
to whom I owe a great debt.  And I am here, also, to wish thee a  
happy anniversay of thy birth!  And may thou have many more!"  He  
lowers his sword and draws a small device from a pocket of his cape.   
He raises it to his mouth, and blows on it, at which it gives forth  
with a rude noise and unrolls to a length that almost touched DM's  
nose.  It rolls back up, and Reepicheep stows it in his pocket again.   
He raises his sword again in salute, and inadvertently pierces a  
balloon that happened to be drifting by.  Bystanders duck at  
Reepicheep's reflexive and violent reaction to the noise, and DM  
narrowly avoids injury before the mouse recovers himself.

Alfvaen steps up, braving the flurry of Reepicheep's flashing blade,  
and restrains the mouse with a hand on his shoulder.  He extends his  
hand to DM for a shake.  "Anyway, DM, happy birthday.  However old  
you are today...in mouse years.  And remember--if I ever come down to  
Australia, I expect you to entertain me.  Assuming, of course, that I  
come to the right part of Australia...and likewise if you come to  
Alberta.  And, of course, see you on HoloMUCK..."


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			 "THE    END ! ! !"

The end?  Oh no, I hardly think so!

Hi, Danger Mousekins!  Be of good cheer, for there are those amongst us
who were unable to make our self-imposed dead-line, and who, I know 
will be along a little later with a few congratulatory bon mots just for 
you.

One, in particular, has asked me to extend to you his very best wishes
for a happy 24th, and that is Curious of All Natures ... assignments and
all those other important etc's have kept him from joining us on this
happiest of days.

In addition, the Golden Gryphon has been on an extended business trip
and has had to miss the deadline, but asks us to let you know, dear
Danger Mouse, that he wishes you all the best and a very happy 24th!

Also, Walker, another dear friend, has been tied up with end of the
year classes and would like you to know that he is thinking of you
and hoping that this birthday is the very best yet.

And, dear Frosty, who has lost his account wants you to know that
he wishes you a very happy birthday this 12th of April, 1992.

And from Toronto, Canada, our accountless friend, Yue Shun wants
to send cheeriest of Happy Birthday Wishes!  24 is a great age,
but he is sure there are more to come!

As for myself, I feel blessed to have had this opportunity to assist
Kitten, Shonias, and all those who have gone before, in hopefully
giving you a day to remember for a very long time to come.  You have
been my most especial friend now for six short years and I trust another
six years of loving closeness will pass in equal harmony and fun.

Keep Happy, Hopeful thoughts on this, your Day of Days ...
and remember ... those who bounce together, tumble together!  :->

You are a very loved and cherished Danger Mouse, here, in this company!

The Didi-Sprite
Has had her Say!


[kitten says...didi is being tooo modest....she worked her tail off,
coz she loves you....and wants you to have the happiest of birthdays...
and that goes for me too, dear mouse.]
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And, now ... 

let us return to that bedlam and chaotic merriment ... for this party
isn't over yet folks ...

.....  to be continued .....

From:

Shonias:  Sydney University, Sydney, the Land of Oz
Kitten:   Somewhere in a place called Illinois, the U.S. of America
The Didi-Sprite:  Montreal * Canada 
The Patrons of Alt.Callahans:  The World!

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conan the librarian a.k.a. kitten           /\ /\  barbara ann 
"my life's a soap opera, isn't yours?"      {=.=}
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"kittens today are not properly trained--the way that they were when
victoria reigned." asparagus (gus: the theatre cat)