From: brumby@monu6.cc.monash.edu.au (Stephen McNamara)
Subject: Re: The brumby is foaling better
Organization: Monash University, Melb., Australia.
Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1992 18:47:13 GMT


   The brumby decides to leave Telsor's puns for a while and turn his
attention elsewhere.

gryphon@openage.openage.com (The Golden Gryphon) writes:
>brumby@monu6.cc.monash.edu.au (Stephen McNamara) writes:

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

   "Getting busier. I've started classes again."

>"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."

   "Hmmm. To some extent I was. There are things I am not going to discuss
here. However, as a character in a book I read recently said, 'Once is
chance, Twice is coincidence, But three times in conspiracy.' Obviously
something is going around disrupting the three of us."

   The brumby tries to look paranoid. He's rather good at it.

   "Actually, the one thing I have noticed, is that the pressures being
applied to me, are always falling on my weakest points. I am somewhat
fragile emotionally but there are things I am fairly sure I could stand
quite well. I don't know, it's never been tested. On the other hand, I
know the things I can't stand, because I am always finding myself having
to face up to them. Sometimes it really is almost enough to make me
paranoid."

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

   The brumby sighs.

   "I'm still not sure about this congratulations business. I mean, it
wasn't hard."

   The brumby thinks about his last statement. He's been on his best
behaviour in Callahan's so far, maybe he should keep his mouth shut.

>"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."

   "Well, I am not close to my parents, they live in a very different world
to me and we no longer have much common ground. The rest of the McNamara's
don't want anything more to do with me, as far as I'm concerned, that's
fine. Robyn's family have adopted me though, so I am not alone. A large
part of my problem is that I don't know what a normal family looks like from
the inside, I've never had one."
   "Putting off schooling doesn't worry me as much as trying to find work
on the basis of it. I've never had a job on the basis of my programming
skills, I don't know how I will do."

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

   "Hmmm, don't know. So far we have Jennifer Rhiannon if it's a girl. For
a boy we have the problem that all the names we like are already used by
Robyn's family. Her mother is one of 13 children, all of whom have more than
2 children of their own. If we name a child the same as one of them we
have to name children after most of them. I don't think Robyn is up to
30 odd babies!"

>READY

   The brumby blinks innocently.

>>   "I just wanted to abort any wombers."

>AIM

   The brumby looks up, and sees what he's gotten himself into.

>FIRE AT WILL

   "Duck, Will, duck!!"

>1d6 pun dammage!

   The brumby kicks a bunch of plastic polyhedra and makes his saving throw.
   "I've been hanging around those role players too much. My sister was
right, they have got my soul."

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

   "Ow! I've *bean* punished! This will drive me nuts."

>"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."

(Warning, this gets somewhat more lewd ahead. I'm tired and I lose my
inhibitions when I'm tired.)


   The brumby giggles.
   "You remind me that I've been trying to persuade Robyn to put me out to
stud. Unfortunately she says that now she has one foal out of me she might
as well get me gelded so that I'm easier to handle."

   "Y I keep this up I don't know. It's the X-citement I guess. I'm normally
a genital creature, I wouldn't act this way in pubic. But this sort of thing
testes my control. I should withdraw now but I'll stick it out for a bit
longer."


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