tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post3770792800754263851..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Monday March 24th, 2014Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-87993466849976719572014-04-04T00:36:23.492-07:002014-04-04T00:36:23.492-07:00Greg - eh, not my house, not my rules. My guess? T...Greg - eh, not my house, not my rules. My guess? The cat would just ignore that rule anyway.<br /><br />Hah, great take on the prompt :)<br /><br />Morganna - heh, sounds like a lot of kids I knew when I was younger, and a few that I've met since :PMarchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-45470794061164086872014-03-25T07:53:46.070-07:002014-03-25T07:53:46.070-07:00Copy me copy you
Over and over until
People can&...Copy me copy you <br />Over and over until <br />People can't tell who started it <br />You or memorgannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04295309367485408358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-28628133755706709782014-03-25T02:28:07.010-07:002014-03-25T02:28:07.010-07:00Heh, there's a lot to said for finding activit...Heh, there's a lot to said for finding activities that kids (dogs) love that wears them out and gets them to lie down and be calm for a couple of hours :) I reckon Max is going to a climber anyway, with or without Natalie's encouragement, so you'll just have to make sure there's nothing lower down than three feet in your house. Max'll feel like a Lilliputian for a few years :-D<br />Why is the cat allowed in the kitchen but not the dogs? Cats are more dangerous than dogs as they contaminate surfaces and twine through legs.<br /><br /><b>The copycat</b><br />"Don't pet the cat!" The despairing wail came just three seconds too late, as Alice had already bent and stroked the cat's head. She stood up, looking puzzled, and asked "Why?" Then she stood up, looking puzzled, and asked "Why?"<br />There was a pause and then the two Alices looked at one another. Critical eyes scanned up and down, noting the rip in her skirt, the asymmetry of her calf-high white socks, the scuff on her shoe and the smudge on her nose.<br />"He's a copycat," came the voice from the other room. "As you can see."<br />Alice I sniffed disparagingly. "Not a very good copy," she said. "I look much better than that."<br />"Yet you're the copy," said Alice II with just a hint of triumph in her voice.<br />"I think not!"<br />"I'm surprised you can think at all, with just a poor copy of my brain."<br />A hand lashed out, and a copy of that hand caught it. "I knew you were going to do that," said Alice I smugly, and then doubled over as a knee caught her offguard.<br />"Pathetic copy!" snarled Alice II, looking for something heavy to brain her with.<br />The door the other room closed quietly, and the copycat was delicately placed, in gloved hands, in a cage.<br />"Every time," muttered the voice. "Every time, the copies go feral."<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com