tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post359043648475248503..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Thursday July 23rd, 2009Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-45475605304186072162009-07-24T16:54:50.037-07:002009-07-24T16:54:50.037-07:00Indeed Greg, indeed. It's the children that ar...Indeed Greg, indeed. It's the children that are always hurt the most :(<br /><br />"Dr. Septopus, sat on the lawn feeling like a fish out of water..."<br /><br />Heee heee!<br /><br />Also: 'ew' at the milking thing. I don't even wanna know.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-81464427118132849712009-07-24T00:06:08.337-07:002009-07-24T00:06:08.337-07:00Oh my, the humanity! Think of the children! Won&...Oh my, the humanity! Think of the children! Won't <i>somebody</i> think of the children?!<br /><br />Love the story though, and all the little details, particularly the phrase "...the blackest coffee known to man."<br /><br />Insect Invasion<br /><br />"Picnic?" said Sylvestra, holding out a picnic basket in one alabaster hand. Dr. Septopus, sat on the lawn feeling like a fish out of water, looked at her quizzically, and the Green Lightbulb sighed.<br />"I think you mean <i>Piccaninny</i>" he said, wondering if he could match the green of the grass and pretend he was invisible. Dr. Septopus slapped him with a tentacle, then hid a smile and slapped him with each other tentacle in turn.<br />"Sorry, think I had a mental hiccough there," he said to the indignant Green Lightbulb. "You really do have to look that word up, Green, it's offensive."<br />"Picnic?" repeated Sylvestra, her tone suggesting stormclouds on a summer horizon.<br />"Isn't it more normal to bring one picnic and lay it out, rather than a picnic per person?" said Dr. Septopus.<br />"That's what I said!" said the Green Lightbulb.<br />"It doesn't matter now, anyway," said Sylvestra sounding defeated. "The insect invasion has begun."<br />They looked down, as the ants swarmed out of tiny hidden holes in the lawn in their millions and attacked the three super-villains.<br />"What are they doing to Green?" gasped Dr. Septopus as he and Sylvestra ran for the comparative safety of the boating lake.<br />"Trying to milk him, I think," she gasped back. "He must look like a giant greenfly to them."Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com