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Major John

"Perhaps" said he, "but would you say the same for the revival of some lesser creature?"

prairie biker

He didn't really want to tell her his suspicion that one little passage in the back of the book might be an actual instruction.

He also didn't want to admit how well the syringe fit into the palm of his hand.


"Well that completely depends," she answered, her back to him. "Which lesser creatures are you thinking of?"

maggie katzen

"well, let's take a look at what the cat dragged in" he responded.


"You don't mean that nasty robin! I put that in the trash."

prairie biker

"You know what they say: one man's trash..."


"...is another man's wife, yes, yes, I know, I know, but that's not important now. And don't call me Shirley."


"Very funny" she answered flatly" No dear, I'm afraid the Robin wont work. Remember last year and the vampire problems we
had ? I wasn't taking any chances this year. I drove a tiny stake through the evil bird's heart and cut off its head. So unless you want to spend all night stitching its little head back on, you'll have to go out and find some other miserable creature to do your little experiments on.. like a bum or a poor person or something." "Fine, fine." he answered in a resigned tone," and just where do you suggest I look for a dead street person at this ungodly hour?"

maggie katzen

She started, "maybe you could try"

fwap, fwap, fwap.....

"well hello Fluffy, what have you got there?" he said, approaching the cat, "is that another robin?"

Rob B.

"It appears to be... an African Swallow!", she exclaimed,"But those are supposed to be non-migratory!"

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