Date: Sat, 14 Feb 1998 00:12:25 EST From: "be kind to your web footed..." Subject: Re: INT: And Then There Was George. Duck: Goose tink: tori: tink :) [Playing Rules Peculiar to This Interactive: :) :) No One Shall Write A Living Breathing Person into this Interactive. :) I.e., all characters herein shall be fictional, wholly fictional, and :) nothing but the fictional characters, please? :) :) The Mismanagement Tanks Ye for Your Cooperation.] :) [previous segments of this tale of fowl play can be found at http://web.mit.edu/mbarker/www/george/george.html or down from the general writers page http://web.mit.edu/mbarker/www/writers.html ] tori wrote: But then, he saw them. They were more than perfect. The colors blended like the sunset over the pond. Those bowling shoes. He was in love. tink resumes... "duh...uh...duh..." George managed to breathe his thoughts out. "I didn't mean to surprise you, sir. I just wondered why you were putting your bowling sheet over mine." George frowned, then slowly lifted his sheet and peered underneath. There was another sheet there, and there were more strikes and spares on her sheet than he usually got all week! "Oh! I don't know what I was thinking, I just clipped my sheet in without even really looking to see if anyone was using my lane...well, of course, it's not really my lane, but...I mean, if you want to use it, that would be fine with me, I'll just..." The softest, downiest feathers he had ever felt brushed across his bill for a moment and he nearly swallowed his crop in surprise. He could feel the top of his head turning red and rising as the feathers pressed against his bill once more. He gobbled as the feathers went away. "Please, I wouldn't think of keeping you from bowling. But, if you don't mind, maybe you could give me a few tips about the game? Could we bowl together?" George closed his eyes to avoid looking at those wonderful shoes or that sleek tail wiggling in front of him. He took a deep breath, then peeked out through one eye. When she was still standing there, he opened the other eye, then glanced around. "Did Willy put you up to this? You're not really...you don't want to...no, come on, let me in on the joke..." One big tear started to puddle up in her left eye. [next?]