Curse it. Curse it. Curse it. Curse the IceCreamManses, it's gone, what has it got in its Geoses, oh we guess, we guess my precious. He's found IT! Yes must have my birthday present. My birthday present! Curse it. How did we loose it, my precious. Yes that's it, when we came this way last. When we checked that nasty cacheses. That's it curse it. It slipped from us. After all these ages and ages. It's gone. michelum
It's no good going back there to search. No. We doesn't remember all the places we visited. And it's no use. That IceCreamManes has got it in his Geoses. The nasty nose has found it we says. We guesses precious, only guesses. We can't know till we find the nasty cacher and squeezes it. But it doesn't know what the precious can do. Does it? It will just keep it in his Geoeses. He doesn't know. And he can't go far. It's lost itself the nasty nosy thing. It doesn't know the way out. It said so. It said so yes. But it's tricksey. It doesn't say what it means. It wont say what its got in its Geoses.
[This entry was edited by Dave and Michelle on Tuesday, December 28, 2004 at 8:05:36 AM.]