Christmas at Ground Zero. A ghostly voice can still be heard singing the chorus "it's Christmas at ground zero....".
She could smell the tantalising aromas of barbecuing steak and sausages wafting across the woods. Hmm, she thought, somebody is having dinner and I am so so hungry. So she got up slowly, stretched and yawned, and then realised most of her clothes had disappeared..
She wanted to see Boston because they were a really groovy rock group.
place where only friendly dogs are allowed and people will treat them as the princes and princesses they truly are
quite add up. He was a hoarder and didn't like throwing out things that didn't work; not even his broken calculator.
There was a sudden thump and a few stray bits of fur flew up. It soon became obvious that Mogfelat wasn't quite his normal self and now looked more like a fat moggy than anything else.
"Merrow!" said the former Mogfelat and that was all that would come out of his mouth.
He was getting more and more panicky about his loss of speech that he
and flattened all life forms within a 500 metre radius. It looked like a job for..
It would be the biggest task they'd ever tackled in their lives - to prevent Hilary Clinton from becoming famous.
Furry toys. "Nooooooo! Anything but them!". But she didn't listen, and grabbed Mogfelat by the scruff of the neck and put on a surprising turn of speed.
But before they could go any further, a piercing shriek of rage and surprise interrupted their reveries. It was Hilary again "how dare they! how dare they!" she bellowed, stopping them with her pointy-toed high heeled designer shoe and grabbing them by the scruffs of their necks.
"Ohh, now we're really for it!" groaned Mog. But Bill snatched them off his ex-wife and flung them into some nearby bushes. "Oww!" yelled George senior, "Mind where you're flinging things!".
"Aww! Hilary! don't you have any sense of humour?" continued Bill, "I thought it was rather amusing, actually". He pointed to the image on the Laptop she was on the verge of tossing into the bushes.
It showed a diagramme of Autism Speaks + Hilary = a horse in a field with some manure in the foreground.
"I've been moved to think the same at times, you know".
But Hilary just got redder and redder with ire and he just knew she was about to explode and start hurling invective and whatever was close to hand. By this time, Mog and Lig had run for it and the by now extremely nervous Bushes were heading for the hills...
sniff up the fumes they'd developed a strange addiction to.
But no Hilary was to be found. All he saw was her high heeled shoes and a few stray wisps of smoke coming from them.
There was a small puff of purple smoke and then a book appeared. The holographic figures gently dissolved into the pages from whence they had originally come...and that is the end of our wonderful story for tonight, my friends.