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Dulltown, UK: Today's octopus is the street musician one, playing guitar, penny whistle, accordion and bongos. She has a very nice shrill voice too.
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Penelope Whoose picked out the hard round green peas from her fish and chips dinner and flicked them, one at a time, at her ex-husband, sitting with his newest 'friend', Norma, at the next café table. Norma, noticing the incoming pea onslaught, looked coldly across, and said, 'Hello Mabel'! Penelope responded, in a snapping, sharp voice, with. 'Oh, hello Maxine! How are the rabbits doing?...' Suddenly...
It seemed, no-one was behind the counter of the pawn shop as Larry Quith entered. A bald headed man gradually rose from behind the cash till, and said, 'Yes, sir'? Quith reached into his coat pocket and brought out the small cardboard box with the ..... in it. He shook the box so that the ..... rattled inside it. The pawn man glanced, and then shouted, 'Get the hell out of here! You, effing scumbag!...' Then...
The balloon, was a good idea, and the wind was favourable. They drifted slightly to the east, but when the girls looked down, they could easily make out the roof of the bank, the slates reflected the pale light of a full moon. An owl hooted from a nearby church. Beryl unfolded the flimsy homemade rope ladder, and started lowering it. Just as Shantel helped her over the side of the basket, a sudden idea came to her...
The landing module, bounced as it landed, but it was still intact. The valley was filled with soft, deep orange sand. Every few metres there stood a tall, slender cone; they were the same colour as the sand, but they had sharp blue spikes at their tops. Shuffling and scurrying around the bases of the cones, there were round headed beasts, they looked like rats, but were the size of cows. All their heads turned at once...
Captain Port-Nancy, took out his sword, looked at it for a moment, sighed, and slid it back into its sheath. Sergeant Pottering entered clutching the captain's well polished boots. They both suddenly looked across at the tall, uncurtained window. There were flashes of light in the evening sky, followed closely by the distant reports of cannon. Port-Nancy sat down, ready for his boots. Tucket into one of the boots, was a...
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