From: braley@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca (The Didi-Sprite)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Song of Sixpence - Part Two
Date: 2 Oct 92 19:32:34 GMT
Organization: SOCS - Mcgill University, Montreal, Canada
Originator: braley@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca



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Friday, October 2nd, 1992 - 6:30 a.m.

Callahans is dark, silent, and empty.  Old Sol yawns and climbs
reluctantly from his October bed, stretching his fingers through the 
polished panes of the French Doors and across the floor boards of Mike 
Callahan's pride and joy.

Aha!  Not so empty ... nor so silent.  Faint snores can be heard
emanating from a corner or two, whilst the slumbering bodies of
several patrons are seen slumped in chairs here and there.  

But off in one obscure nook a hammock is stretched and sways slightly
with the breathing of its occupants.  The Didi-Sprite wakes as a golden
ray tickles her eyelid.  She stretches, yawns, and looks fondly at her
sleeping partner, Lord Galdrin.  Carefully, she rolls over the side
and tiptoes across the room, waving her wand and dispensing pixie
dust as she goes.

Soon Nick Chopper, Bear, Albert, and the others are waking from their
dreams of sunny climes and holiday frolics to the smell of coffee
brewing, bacon sizzling, waffles waffling ... and other yummy things.

Whilst outside ...

Kitten pulls up in front of Callahans and parks in front of a sign that
says:  

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                           :  WITCH  VEHICLES  :
			   :                   :
			   :       ONLY        :
			   :                   :
			   :     VIOLATORS     :
			   :     WILL   BE     :
			   :                   :
			   :        TOAD       :
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She hops off her electric broom and starts unloading things ... several
orange and black and red and gold and brown sacks full of goodies and 
some rather suspiciaous looking items start piling up ...

The door to the bar creeks open and Robbie sticks his head out ...

"Got any bar-bee-que in those-thar bags, Kitten?"

Linda pushes her head under Robbie's arm and remarks:  "Of course not!
Silly.  What do you have in those bags, Kitten?"

Kitten ignores their question and points out:  "Hey, you guys ... I need
a little help here."  And, suddenly she is overwhelmed as Dreamy Jim,
Linda, and Robbie grab various and sundry packages and carry them into
the bar, piling them on the largest table available.

Just then ... "Oooomph!   Ramda!  Where did you come from?"  Kitten
wants to know.

"Scuse me!   I'm ... "

"Never mind!"  giggles Kitten.

"Ooooo ... lookit all the pretty stuff!"  exclaims the teddy as he
pokes curiously at this and that.

"Yes!  Pretty and staying wrapped for now."  smiles Caithelin as she
takes Ramda by the paw and leads him over to a table laid out with his
favorite breakfast fare ... French Toast slathered in honey!

Just then:  "Squawk!"

"Aha!  Bertie!  What news have you?"  

Didi and Bertie huddle together whispering ... interesting sight!
Bird and sprite in a huddle!

"More like 'Bird and sprite in a muddle'!"  chuckles Bear.

"Oh-oh!  Where'd they go?"  asks SEA.

"Well ... they were right there a minute ago!"  says Caithelin
looking around.


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What?  You are waiting for a point to this narrative?

Tee-hee!

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The Didi-Sprite
Montreal * Canada

braley@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca
Newsgroups: alt.callahans