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“His whole life felt like a pallid reflection
of what it might have been."
by RC
Charlie tried lots and
lots of ways to distinguish himself, but something always interfered with his
greatness. The last time was this race they had on the sidewalk down near the
beach. It was a big thing, accompanied by much hoopla, and all the people were
standing around the boardwalk to watch. Right after the foot race was a bicycle
race. But, wouldn’t you know it, Lola, that little cutie from around the block
detained him, in the way she detained every other boy, and he got there late.
He tried squeezing in at the last minute, but the others got off before him and
he came in last.
It was just too much for
Charlie. He thought that he couldn’t stand the humiliation. He was going to go
sign up with the Foreign Legion. He’d heard they were looking for scouts with
good noses for the enemy. It was either that, or run over a cliff somewhere.
This was the only way out for a guinea pig to save face.
“Where did they come from?” Andy wondered aloud. “I’ve never seen anything like them before.”
By CC
“Where did they come from?” Andy wondered aloud. “I’ve never
seen anything like them before.” Celeste
nudged him with her elbow so he would refocus his attention on the guinea pig
race that her stepson, Luther, had arranged as a brilliant entertainment for
his own birthday party. Celeste knew that Andy didn’t like Luther very much, so
any apparent slight ticked her off. But Andy kept looking up into the sky,
where the circling discs glittered brightly in the noonday sun. There must have
been 15 of them, slowly revolving overhead.
“I wonder,” he said, finally looking down at the guinea
pigs, “if those aren’t really alien children, and they’ve come to take them
back.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Put your hat on, the top of your head
is getting sunburnt and addling your brain. Just watch, they’re getting ready
to start!”
The Guinea Pigs lined up carefully on the sidewalk. Palgez,
the first, telepathed their game plan to the other three. “None of these
creatures knows who we are,” he said to them in their heads. They all gnawned
nervously on their delicate lips, because this was crunch time - their only
opportunity out of the cage where they could rejoin the ships.
“When the race starts, run every which direction and don’t
get caught! Then they can beam us up separately. Remember, we can’t be beamed
up together!”
Suddenly the crowd went silent as Luther shouted, RUN. And
run they did. Pelgez shot between the legs of a cyclist and was instantly
beamed back to the mother ship. Limduz and Cargol unfortunately got tangled up
together and were beamed up as an eight legged two headed being called Limgol.
They were just happy to be out of the cage and didn’t care about the merging,
as they always had got along. But Dingbat didn’t run. Dingbat was frozen in
place, as the terrible realization hit him – he preferred the cage. He liked
being petted and fed. This sudden understanding was a shock to his system, and
he keeled over. Luther thought he had died and kicked his little body to the
side of the road. When Dingbat woke up, he was all alone.
It was truly a strange new world.
"The animals knew beforehand, you could tell by their strange behavior."
by PV
Well, here we are. I wish our group wasn't so long lived. Remember, Aloysius, the velocipede stampede of 1904? How could I forget. Benjie, you and Clarissa were huddled beside Bruce Baby as now - if only we hadn't run into that crazed French lady in the laboratory smock. Come to think of it, sleeping next to our guinea Gretgeren who mysteriously disappeared, I should have been more wary of those glows in the dark. Benjie if you hadn't chewed up the cage strap we might have been in Guinea Pig heaven. So much for Madame Curie. I guess part of my present unease came from a bespectacled rider, obviously quite intelligent. He deduced a lot from our behavior - which he was whispering. The animals knew beforehand, you could tell by their strange behavior. I really think they understand us.
"She was obsessed with native textile designs and soon bored all her friends by endless talking about them."
by GS
They were ready at the starting line, having trained for weeks for the big race. The boys were in the outside lanes, and Chrissy was in the middle where she could could distract both of them in the hope of winning the prize - a wheel of Saint Andre! The competition had been arranged by her friends to change her focus from her hobby. She was obsessed with native textile designs and soon bored all her friends by endlessly talking about them. When they could not stand listening to Chrissy for one more minute they devised the plan for the race offering the wheel of Saint Andre brie as the prize, since she loved it even more than textile designs. The plan was partly successful for the two weeks before the race, but as soon as she won she was full out to textile designs again, so they fed her to the tomcat who lived next door.
"Left to their own devices, nothing would ever get done, and they wouldn't care one whit."
by TNT
They were outside and the children were left to their own devices - nothing would ever get done, they wouldn't care one whit. They were watching the cracked cement sidewalks and had sent the animals to check thing out for them. it was predicted there would be a major earthquake - the animals would warn them.
They were outside and the children were left to their own devices - nothing would ever get done, they wouldn't care one whit. They were watching the cracked cement sidewalks and had sent the animals to check thing out for them. it was predicted there would be a major earthquake - the animals would warn them.
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