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teddywolfBrave Sir Robin, Knight of the Round Table, Keeper of the Royal Dungeon, Top Jailor and The First Knight To Flee the Giant Chicken of Endor, was busily looking busy in an overstuffed comfy chair in Camelot when a cry floated in from the battlements: "Dragon! There's a Dragon attacking the castle!"
Sir Robin, always alert for such fell beasts, immediately sprang into action. He grabbed his book, How Not To Be Seen by Mr Lin, and ran to the stables. He saddled his horse and was galloping away in under a minute, happy to be away from the dangerous situation.
Then he heard a strong cheer and cry from Camelot behind him. "Brave Sir Robin! He's made the dragon follow him instead!" And there was much rejoicing ("yay.").
Sir Robin didn't share their joy. He was gnashing his teeth and flogging his horse, Flying Buttercup, going for more speed, hearing the flap of wings overhead. He kept flogging the horse until the horse pulled up short, vaulting him overhead and *thud!* onto wet sand. Buttercup was sensible; this was an ocean. Sir Robin was not; he started swimming in a blind panic.
The dragon swooped at Sir Robin, caught him in its claws and pulled him underwater, as this was an O'Shunnansee dragon.
Robin, scared out of his wits, held his breath for a fantastic 30 seconds until he blacked out. The dragon brought him to its lair mere seconds later, which had a magical bubble of air keeping the sea at bay, and set the unconscious knight down on the ground. The dragon yelled, "Moom! I gots a treet for yoo!"
"Leave it to moonset!" came an answering bellow.
The dragon shouted back, "Why wait? It's fresh meat! It's here! It's Sir Robin! We can stoo him, or fry him, or turn him into doomplings!"
"I don't want to do any of that! King Arthur might get jolly well annoyed! And I don't want to think about it any more til moonset!"
So the proud O'Shunnansee dragon shouted to his mum,
"I Give Oop! What would yoo do with a sunken jailor earlie in the morning?!?"
Sir Robin, always alert for such fell beasts, immediately sprang into action. He grabbed his book, How Not To Be Seen by Mr Lin, and ran to the stables. He saddled his horse and was galloping away in under a minute, happy to be away from the dangerous situation.
Then he heard a strong cheer and cry from Camelot behind him. "Brave Sir Robin! He's made the dragon follow him instead!" And there was much rejoicing ("yay.").
Sir Robin didn't share their joy. He was gnashing his teeth and flogging his horse, Flying Buttercup, going for more speed, hearing the flap of wings overhead. He kept flogging the horse until the horse pulled up short, vaulting him overhead and *thud!* onto wet sand. Buttercup was sensible; this was an ocean. Sir Robin was not; he started swimming in a blind panic.
The dragon swooped at Sir Robin, caught him in its claws and pulled him underwater, as this was an O'Shunnansee dragon.
Robin, scared out of his wits, held his breath for a fantastic 30 seconds until he blacked out. The dragon brought him to its lair mere seconds later, which had a magical bubble of air keeping the sea at bay, and set the unconscious knight down on the ground. The dragon yelled, "Moom! I gots a treet for yoo!"
"Leave it to moonset!" came an answering bellow.
The dragon shouted back, "Why wait? It's fresh meat! It's here! It's Sir Robin! We can stoo him, or fry him, or turn him into doomplings!"
"I don't want to do any of that! King Arthur might get jolly well annoyed! And I don't want to think about it any more til moonset!"
So the proud O'Shunnansee dragon shouted to his mum,
"I Give Oop! What would yoo do with a sunken jailor earlie in the morning?!?"
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Re: Break From Intense Literary Discussion:
Date: 2003-06-04 01:17 pm (UTC)Oh, awright, then. Thanks.
Re: Break From Intense Literary Discussion:
Date: 2003-06-04 06:05 pm (UTC)Even *i* knew that!
Now now...
Date: 2003-06-05 06:12 am (UTC)Re: Now now...
Date: 2003-06-05 02:00 pm (UTC)Re: Break From Intense Literary Discussion:
Date: 2003-06-05 07:29 am (UTC)Even *I* didn't. Not everyone writes in code and symbolic language. Me, especially.
I'm among the group who finds "LOL" highly annoying. I mean, write what you mean, describe your emotions. Laughing, laughing out loud, crying, feeling resentful, all the details of the human emotional scope are completely lost on the "LOL" and little sarcasm smirky things. Makes for frequent flares by frequent persons often misunderstanding the emotional details of others.
All this time, I perceived those "8888"'s as some sort of goggle eyes or something. You know, eyes wide open, open, open sort a gesture.