>Oooooo, bubbling cauldrons! Sym _will_ be excited. He's just
>recovering from the Gargoyle's Feast on All Hallow's Eve, and keeps
>getting into squabbles with Wyatt's 'droids (who have been absolutely
>prissy about the catapolt lately...)
Droids are like that.
That "Gargoyle's Feast" is a *classic*. Just awesome. If I hadn't been
in the middle of moving cross country then, I could have replied...
Sourcerer is planning on re-posting it every Halloween, BTW.
>I mean, is it really his fault that the milk-'n-cookies stuffed .edus
>puked all over the gears when put in the basket? They did make lovely
>splashes and screamed so exquisitely when they landed in the KF pits...
>And oh, that aroma of brimstone-curdled milk...
And we wonder why people seem so *nervous* when they first show up at the
gate. @:)
>Oh er, sorry. Sym really is quite, um, helpful when you get to know him.
>Really, with the oppropriate offering you're welcome on the Roof anytime...
Poly, who can't resist roofs, labors busily away in a workshed out back,
extracting Hemlock oil for Sym, who's just as sweet as can be. Really.
But Treats don't hurt, either... Burned in a pipe on a piece of rolling
paper, it's one of his favorite vices... He especially enjoys smoking it
and crouching on the roof in the snow, pretending to be made of stone,
but moving so fast all the snowflakes seem to stand still. He looks at
them as they hover there, glittering in the night, and they really *are*
all different... and shine with a light all their own...
T---A
C---G
A-T Sweet Poly
C
T-A Sit you down amid the fire, Will the fire not burn you?
C---G Come to Pavia, will you Just as chaste return you?
C---G The Archpoet
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