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jack
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Subject: Worm Hunt
Posted Sun Sep 09, 2007 at 08:27:02 pm EDT |
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Worm Hunt
by Jack L. Bryson
http://web.mac.com/jackbryson1/iWeb/Site/Welcome.html
Patrick dug in the dirt in his backyard. He turned up the soil with a spade. He had a dirt clot in hand. Half a worm was squirming from the dirt clot. Pat gently pinched the end of the worm and pulled it free. He looked the worm over and then dropped it in a jar next to him.
Patrick scooped up some dirt and dropped it in the jar with his worms. He fastened the lid back on the jar and then punched holes in the lid with a rusty nail. The worms wiggle about in the sunlight. Patrick picked up the jar and ran around the side of his house. There was mud on his knees.
On the other side of the house were bushes. Pat crawled through a hole in the bushes. He held the jar of worms in his hand like a football. On the other side of the bushed was the property. It was a large forest. Pat ran through the woods. The pines trees were tall and brown.
In the middle of the woods was an old fountain. It was made of stone. It was empty. At the bottom of the fountain there were pennies, but Pat had collected all of them and put them in a jar.
Pat stood next to the fountain. It was his favorite place. He looked around him. He sat down and leaned against the fountain looking at his worms. The wiggled as Pat turned the jar over in his hands.
“Hey, I see you have a new treasure,†Remy observed.
“It’s not for you,†Pat replied.
“I don’t want worms.â€Â
“I’m still not giving you the pennies.†Remy took of his bowler’s hat and wiped the sweat off his forehead. It was a hot day. He looked at Pat and scratched his red beard.
“I’ve got a secret,†Remy said. Pat glanced at the leprechaun. “I know where you can find a giant worm.â€Â
“How giant?â€Â
“Do you see that tree branch?â€Â
“Yes,†said Pat.
“It’s a worm as big as that.â€Â
“Wow.â€Â
“If I tell you where it is, how many pennies will you give me?â€Â
“I’ll give you three pennies.†Remy scratched his beard. Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a map. He handed it to Patrick. Patrick unfolded the map and looked it over.
“Do you read?†Remy asked.
“Yes I can read.â€Â
“Well?â€Â
“We have a deal,†Patrick said. He folded up the map and stuffed it into his pocket.
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Visionary
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Subject: I'd say three pennies is a good deal... [Re: jack]
Posted Sun Sep 09, 2007 at 09:39:55 pm EDT |
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Posted with Mozilla Firefox 2.0.0.6 on Windows XP
...Assuming, of course, that I could come up with any reason to want a giant worm. Sounds disgusting. Plus, I'd worry about the size of jar you'd need to put it in.
Still, it's an adventure, and so I look forward to the next part!
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jack
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Subject: i supposse it is [Re: Visionary]
Posted Mon Sep 10, 2007 at 02:15:43 am EDT |
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Posted with Apple Safari on MacOS X
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> ...Assuming, of course, that I could come up with any reason to want a giant worm. Sounds disgusting. Plus, I'd worry about the size of jar you'd need to put it in.
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> Still, it's an adventure, and so I look forward to the next part
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-hope you liked it.
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Anime Jason 
Owner
Location: Here
Member Since: Sun Sep 12, 2004
Posts: 2,834
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Subject: He's a tough negotiator. [Re: jack]
Posted Mon Sep 10, 2007 at 11:22:58 am EDT (Viewed 343 times) |
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anime.mangacool.net
(10.0.255.1)
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Apple Safari 3.0.3 on MacOS X (0 points)
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killer shrike
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Subject: Imagine the fish you could catch with that worm [Re: jack]
Posted Mon Sep 10, 2007 at 02:49:14 pm EDT |
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Posted with Microsoft Internet Explorer 6 on Windows XP
> Worm Hunt
> by Jack L. Bryson
>
> http://web.mac.com/jackbryson1/iWeb/Site/Welcome.html
>
> Patrick dug in the dirt in his backyard. He turned up the soil with a spade. He had a dirt clot in hand. Half a worm was squirming from the dirt clot. Pat gently pinched the end of the worm and pulled it free. He looked the worm over and then dropped it in a jar next to him.
>
> Patrick scooped up some dirt and dropped it in the jar with his worms. He fastened the lid back on the jar and then punched holes in the lid with a rusty nail. The worms wiggle about in the sunlight. Patrick picked up the jar and ran around the side of his house. There was mud on his knees.
>
> On the other side of the house were bushes. Pat crawled through a hole in the bushes. He held the jar of worms in his hand like a football. On the other side of the bushed was the property. It was a large forest. Pat ran through the woods. The pines trees were tall and brown.
>
> In the middle of the woods was an old fountain. It was made of stone. It was empty. At the bottom of the fountain there were pennies, but Pat had collected all of them and put them in a jar.
>
> Pat stood next to the fountain. It was his favorite place. He looked around him. He sat down and leaned against the fountain looking at his worms. The wiggled as Pat turned the jar over in his hands.
>
> “Hey, I see you have a new treasure,†Remy observed.
>
> “It’s not for you,†Pat replied.
>
> “I don’t want worms.â€Â
>
> “I’m still not giving you the pennies.†Remy took of his bowler’s hat and wiped the sweat off his forehead. It was a hot day. He looked at Pat and scratched his red beard.
>
> “I’ve got a secret,†Remy said. Pat glanced at the leprechaun. “I know where you can find a giant worm.â€Â
>
> “How giant?â€Â
>
> “Do you see that tree branch?â€Â
>
> “Yes,†said Pat.
>
> “It’s a worm as big as that.â€Â
>
> “Wow.â€Â
>
> “If I tell you where it is, how many pennies will you give me?â€Â
>
> “I’ll give you three pennies.†Remy scratched his beard. Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a map. He handed it to Patrick. Patrick unfolded the map and looked it over.
>
> “Do you read?†Remy asked.
>
> “Yes I can read.â€Â
>
> “Well?â€Â
>
> “We have a deal,†Patrick said. He folded up the map and stuffed it into his pocket.
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jack
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Subject: a gargantuan one i imagine. [Re: killer shrike]
Posted Tue Sep 11, 2007 at 06:25:32 pm EDT |
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Posted with Apple Safari on MacOS X
> > Worm Hunt
> > by Jack L. Bryson
> >
> > http://web.mac.com/jackbryson1/iWeb/Site/Welcome.html
> >
> > Patrick dug in the dirt in his backyard. He turned up the soil with a spade. He had a dirt clot in hand. Half a worm was squirming from the dirt clot. Pat gently pinched the end of the worm and pulled it free. He looked the worm over and then dropped it in a jar next to him.
> >
> > Patrick scooped up some dirt and dropped it in the jar with his worms. He fastened the lid back on the jar and then punched holes in the lid with a rusty nail. The worms wiggle about in the sunlight. Patrick picked up the jar and ran around the side of his house. There was mud on his knees.
> >
> > On the other side of the house were bushes. Pat crawled through a hole in the bushes. He held the jar of worms in his hand like a football. On the other side of the bushed was the property. It was a large forest. Pat ran through the woods. The pines trees were tall and brown.
> >
> > In the middle of the woods was an old fountain. It was made of stone. It was empty. At the bottom of the fountain there were pennies, but Pat had collected all of them and put them in a jar.
> >
> > Pat stood next to the fountain. It was his favorite place. He looked around him. He sat down and leaned against the fountain looking at his worms. The wiggled as Pat turned the jar over in his hands.
> >
> > “Hey, I see you have a new treasure,†Remy observed.
> >
> > “It’s not for you,†Pat replied.
> >
> > “I don’t want worms.â€Â
> >
> > “I’m still not giving you the pennies.†Remy took of his bowler’s hat and wiped the sweat off his forehead. It was a hot day. He looked at Pat and scratched his red beard.
> >
> > “I’ve got a secret,†Remy said. Pat glanced at the leprechaun. “I know where you can find a giant worm.â€Â
> >
> > “How giant?â€Â
> >
> > “Do you see that tree branch?â€Â
> >
> > “Yes,†said Pat.
> >
> > “It’s a worm as big as that.â€Â
> >
> > “Wow.â€Â
> >
> > “If I tell you where it is, how many pennies will you give me?â€Â
> >
> > “I’ll give you three pennies.†Remy scratched his beard. Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a map. He handed it to Patrick. Patrick unfolded the map and looked it over.
> >
> > “Do you read?†Remy asked.
> >
> > “Yes I can read.â€Â
> >
> > “Well?â€Â
> >
> > “We have a deal,†Patrick said. He folded up the map and stuffed it into his pocket.
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jack
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Subject: Microsoft refuses to interview him [Re: Anime Jason]
Posted Tue Sep 11, 2007 at 06:27:33 pm EDT |
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CrazySugarFreakBoy!
Member Since: Sun Jan 04, 2004
Posts: 1,235
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Subject: You seem to specialize in matter-of-fact surreality. :) [Re: jack]
Posted Thu Sep 13, 2007 at 02:25:27 am EDT (Viewed 388 times) |
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jack
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Subject: Yes. did you see Torchwood? I like that Captain Jack character [Re: CrazySugarFreakBoy!]
Posted Thu Sep 13, 2007 at 01:10:48 pm EDT |
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Hatman
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Subject: I'd gladly pay 3 pennies to not find that thing :) [Re: jack]
Posted Thu Sep 13, 2007 at 03:30:58 pm EDT (Viewed 381 times) |
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Posted with Microsoft Internet Explorer 7 on Windows XP
> Worm Hunt
> by Jack L. Bryson
>
> http://web.mac.com/jackbryson1/iWeb/Site/Welcome.html
>
> Patrick dug in the dirt in his backyard. He turned up the soil with a spade. He had a dirt clot in hand. Half a worm was squirming from the dirt clot. Pat gently pinched the end of the worm and pulled it free. He looked the worm over and then dropped it in a jar next to him.
>
> Patrick scooped up some dirt and dropped it in the jar with his worms. He fastened the lid back on the jar and then punched holes in the lid with a rusty nail. The worms wiggle about in the sunlight. Patrick picked up the jar and ran around the side of his house. There was mud on his knees.
>
> On the other side of the house were bushes. Pat crawled through a hole in the bushes. He held the jar of worms in his hand like a football. On the other side of the bushed was the property. It was a large forest. Pat ran through the woods. The pines trees were tall and brown.
>
> In the middle of the woods was an old fountain. It was made of stone. It was empty. At the bottom of the fountain there were pennies, but Pat had collected all of them and put them in a jar.
>
> Pat stood next to the fountain. It was his favorite place. He looked around him. He sat down and leaned against the fountain looking at his worms. The wiggled as Pat turned the jar over in his hands.
>
> “Hey, I see you have a new treasure,†Remy observed.
>
> “It’s not for you,†Pat replied.
>
> “I don’t want worms.â€Â
>
> “I’m still not giving you the pennies.†Remy took of his bowler’s hat and wiped the sweat off his forehead. It was a hot day. He looked at Pat and scratched his red beard.
>
> “I’ve got a secret,†Remy said. Pat glanced at the leprechaun. “I know where you can find a giant worm.â€Â
>
> “How giant?â€Â
>
> “Do you see that tree branch?â€Â
>
> “Yes,†said Pat.
>
> “It’s a worm as big as that.â€Â
>
> “Wow.â€Â
>
> “If I tell you where it is, how many pennies will you give me?â€Â
>
> “I’ll give you three pennies.†Remy scratched his beard. Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a map. He handed it to Patrick. Patrick unfolded the map and looked it over.
>
> “Do you read?†Remy asked.
>
> “Yes I can read.â€Â
>
> “Well?â€Â
>
> “We have a deal,†Patrick said. He folded up the map and stuffed it into his pocket.
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jack
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Subject: come on, only three! [Re: Hatman]
Posted Thu Sep 13, 2007 at 03:34:43 pm EDT |
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Posted with Apple Safari on MacOS X
> > Worm Hunt
> > by Jack L. Bryson
> >
> > http://web.mac.com/jackbryson1/iWeb/Site/Welcome.html
> >
> > Patrick dug in the dirt in his backyard. He turned up the soil with a spade. He had a dirt clot in hand. Half a worm was squirming from the dirt clot. Pat gently pinched the end of the worm and pulled it free. He looked the worm over and then dropped it in a jar next to him.
> >
> > Patrick scooped up some dirt and dropped it in the jar with his worms. He fastened the lid back on the jar and then punched holes in the lid with a rusty nail. The worms wiggle about in the sunlight. Patrick picked up the jar and ran around the side of his house. There was mud on his knees.
> >
> > On the other side of the house were bushes. Pat crawled through a hole in the bushes. He held the jar of worms in his hand like a football. On the other side of the bushed was the property. It was a large forest. Pat ran through the woods. The pines trees were tall and brown.
> >
> > In the middle of the woods was an old fountain. It was made of stone. It was empty. At the bottom of the fountain there were pennies, but Pat had collected all of them and put them in a jar.
> >
> > Pat stood next to the fountain. It was his favorite place. He looked around him. He sat down and leaned against the fountain looking at his worms. The wiggled as Pat turned the jar over in his hands.
> >
> > “Hey, I see you have a new treasure,†Remy observed.
> >
> > “It’s not for you,†Pat replied.
> >
> > “I don’t want worms.â€Â
> >
> > “I’m still not giving you the pennies.†Remy took of his bowler’s hat and wiped the sweat off his forehead. It was a hot day. He looked at Pat and scratched his red beard.
> >
> > “I’ve got a secret,†Remy said. Pat glanced at the leprechaun. “I know where you can find a giant worm.â€Â
> >
> > “How giant?â€Â
> >
> > “Do you see that tree branch?â€Â
> >
> > “Yes,†said Pat.
> >
> > “It’s a worm as big as that.â€Â
> >
> > “Wow.â€Â
> >
> > “If I tell you where it is, how many pennies will you give me?â€Â
> >
> > “I’ll give you three pennies.†Remy scratched his beard. Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a map. He handed it to Patrick. Patrick unfolded the map and looked it over.
> >
> > “Do you read?†Remy asked.
> >
> > “Yes I can read.â€Â
> >
> > “Well?â€Â
> >
> > “We have a deal,†Patrick said. He folded up the map and stuffed it into his pocket.
> >
> >
> >
> >
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HH
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Subject: Nothing good can come of money stolen from a whiching well. [Re: jack]
Posted Fri Sep 14, 2007 at 08:23:34 am EDT |
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Posted with Microsoft Internet Explorer 6 on Windows 2000
> Worm Hunt
> by Jack L. Bryson
>
> http://web.mac.com/jackbryson1/iWeb/Site/Welcome.html
>
> Patrick dug in the dirt in his backyard. He turned up the soil with a spade. He had a dirt clot in hand. Half a worm was squirming from the dirt clot. Pat gently pinched the end of the worm and pulled it free. He looked the worm over and then dropped it in a jar next to him.
>
> Patrick scooped up some dirt and dropped it in the jar with his worms. He fastened the lid back on the jar and then punched holes in the lid with a rusty nail. The worms wiggle about in the sunlight. Patrick picked up the jar and ran around the side of his house. There was mud on his knees.
>
> On the other side of the house were bushes. Pat crawled through a hole in the bushes. He held the jar of worms in his hand like a football. On the other side of the bushed was the property. It was a large forest. Pat ran through the woods. The pines trees were tall and brown.
>
> In the middle of the woods was an old fountain. It was made of stone. It was empty. At the bottom of the fountain there were pennies, but Pat had collected all of them and put them in a jar.
>
> Pat stood next to the fountain. It was his favorite place. He looked around him. He sat down and leaned against the fountain looking at his worms. The wiggled as Pat turned the jar over in his hands.
>
> “Hey, I see you have a new treasure,†Remy observed.
>
> “It’s not for you,†Pat replied.
>
> “I don’t want worms.â€Â
>
> “I’m still not giving you the pennies.†Remy took of his bowler’s hat and wiped the sweat off his forehead. It was a hot day. He looked at Pat and scratched his red beard.
>
> “I’ve got a secret,†Remy said. Pat glanced at the leprechaun. “I know where you can find a giant worm.â€Â
>
> “How giant?â€Â
>
> “Do you see that tree branch?â€Â
>
> “Yes,†said Pat.
>
> “It’s a worm as big as that.â€Â
>
> “Wow.â€Â
>
> “If I tell you where it is, how many pennies will you give me?â€Â
>
> “I’ll give you three pennies.†Remy scratched his beard. Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a map. He handed it to Patrick. Patrick unfolded the map and looked it over.
>
> “Do you read?†Remy asked.
>
> “Yes I can read.â€Â
>
> “Well?â€Â
>
> “We have a deal,†Patrick said. He folded up the map and stuffed it into his pocket.
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Typing-challenged HH
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Subject: Or a wishing well. [Re: HH]
Posted Fri Sep 14, 2007 at 08:24:50 am EDT |
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Posted with Microsoft Internet Explorer 6 on Windows 2000
> > Worm Hunt
> > by Jack L. Bryson
> >
> > http://web.mac.com/jackbryson1/iWeb/Site/Welcome.html
> >
> > Patrick dug in the dirt in his backyard. He turned up the soil with a spade. He had a dirt clot in hand. Half a worm was squirming from the dirt clot. Pat gently pinched the end of the worm and pulled it free. He looked the worm over and then dropped it in a jar next to him.
> >
> > Patrick scooped up some dirt and dropped it in the jar with his worms. He fastened the lid back on the jar and then punched holes in the lid with a rusty nail. The worms wiggle about in the sunlight. Patrick picked up the jar and ran around the side of his house. There was mud on his knees.
> >
> > On the other side of the house were bushes. Pat crawled through a hole in the bushes. He held the jar of worms in his hand like a football. On the other side of the bushed was the property. It was a large forest. Pat ran through the woods. The pines trees were tall and brown.
> >
> > In the middle of the woods was an old fountain. It was made of stone. It was empty. At the bottom of the fountain there were pennies, but Pat had collected all of them and put them in a jar.
> >
> > Pat stood next to the fountain. It was his favorite place. He looked around him. He sat down and leaned against the fountain looking at his worms. The wiggled as Pat turned the jar over in his hands.
> >
> > “Hey, I see you have a new treasure,†Remy observed.
> >
> > “It’s not for you,†Pat replied.
> >
> > “I don’t want worms.â€Â
> >
> > “I’m still not giving you the pennies.†Remy took of his bowler’s hat and wiped the sweat off his forehead. It was a hot day. He looked at Pat and scratched his red beard.
> >
> > “I’ve got a secret,†Remy said. Pat glanced at the leprechaun. “I know where you can find a giant worm.â€Â
> >
> > “How giant?â€Â
> >
> > “Do you see that tree branch?â€Â
> >
> > “Yes,†said Pat.
> >
> > “It’s a worm as big as that.â€Â
> >
> > “Wow.â€Â
> >
> > “If I tell you where it is, how many pennies will you give me?â€Â
> >
> > “I’ll give you three pennies.†Remy scratched his beard. Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a map. He handed it to Patrick. Patrick unfolded the map and looked it over.
> >
> > “Do you read?†Remy asked.
> >
> > “Yes I can read.â€Â
> >
> > “Well?â€Â
> >
> > “We have a deal,†Patrick said. He folded up the map and stuffed it into his pocket.
> >
> >
> >
> >
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jack
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Subject: i can re;ate [Re: Typing-challenged HH]
Posted Fri Sep 14, 2007 at 10:32:13 am EDT |
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Posted with Apple Safari on MacOS X
> > > Worm Hunt
> > > by Jack L. Bryson
> > >
> > > http://web.mac.com/jackbryson1/iWeb/Site/Welcome.html
> > >
> > > Patrick dug in the dirt in his backyard. He turned up the soil with a spade. He had a dirt clot in hand. Half a worm was squirming from the dirt clot. Pat gently pinched the end of the worm and pulled it free. He looked the worm over and then dropped it in a jar next to him.
> > >
> > > Patrick scooped up some dirt and dropped it in the jar with his worms. He fastened the lid back on the jar and then punched holes in the lid with a rusty nail. The worms wiggle about in the sunlight. Patrick picked up the jar and ran around the side of his house. There was mud on his knees.
> > >
> > > On the other side of the house were bushes. Pat crawled through a hole in the bushes. He held the jar of worms in his hand like a football. On the other side of the bushed was the property. It was a large forest. Pat ran through the woods. The pines trees were tall and brown.
> > >
> > > In the middle of the woods was an old fountain. It was made of stone. It was empty. At the bottom of the fountain there were pennies, but Pat had collected all of them and put them in a jar.
> > >
> > > Pat stood next to the fountain. It was his favorite place. He looked around him. He sat down and leaned against the fountain looking at his worms. The wiggled as Pat turned the jar over in his hands.
> > >
> > > “Hey, I see you have a new treasure,†Remy observed.
> > >
> > > “It’s not for you,†Pat replied.
> > >
> > > “I don’t want worms.â€Â
> > >
> > > “I’m still not giving you the pennies.†Remy took of his bowler’s hat and wiped the sweat off his forehead. It was a hot day. He looked at Pat and scratched his red beard.
> > >
> > > “I’ve got a secret,†Remy said. Pat glanced at the leprechaun. “I know where you can find a giant worm.â€Â
> > >
> > > “How giant?â€Â
> > >
> > > “Do you see that tree branch?â€Â
> > >
> > > “Yes,†said Pat.
> > >
> > > “It’s a worm as big as that.â€Â
> > >
> > > “Wow.â€Â
> > >
> > > “If I tell you where it is, how many pennies will you give me?â€Â
> > >
> > > “I’ll give you three pennies.†Remy scratched his beard. Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a map. He handed it to Patrick. Patrick unfolded the map and looked it over.
> > >
> > > “Do you read?†Remy asked.
> > >
> > > “Yes I can read.â€Â
> > >
> > > “Well?â€Â
> > >
> > > “We have a deal,†Patrick said. He folded up the map and stuffed it into his pocket.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
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jack
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Subject: indeed. [Re: HH]
Posted Fri Sep 14, 2007 at 10:33:09 am EDT |
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Posted with Apple Safari on MacOS X
> > Worm Hunt
> > by Jack L. Bryson
> >
> > http://web.mac.com/jackbryson1/iWeb/Site/Welcome.html
> >
> > Patrick dug in the dirt in his backyard. He turned up the soil with a spade. He had a dirt clot in hand. Half a worm was squirming from the dirt clot. Pat gently pinched the end of the worm and pulled it free. He looked the worm over and then dropped it in a jar next to him.
> >
> > Patrick scooped up some dirt and dropped it in the jar with his worms. He fastened the lid back on the jar and then punched holes in the lid with a rusty nail. The worms wiggle about in the sunlight. Patrick picked up the jar and ran around the side of his house. There was mud on his knees.
> >
> > On the other side of the house were bushes. Pat crawled through a hole in the bushes. He held the jar of worms in his hand like a football. On the other side of the bushed was the property. It was a large forest. Pat ran through the woods. The pines trees were tall and brown.
> >
> > In the middle of the woods was an old fountain. It was made of stone. It was empty. At the bottom of the fountain there were pennies, but Pat had collected all of them and put them in a jar.
> >
> > Pat stood next to the fountain. It was his favorite place. He looked around him. He sat down and leaned against the fountain looking at his worms. The wiggled as Pat turned the jar over in his hands.
> >
> > “Hey, I see you have a new treasure,†Remy observed.
> >
> > “It’s not for you,†Pat replied.
> >
> > “I don’t want worms.â€Â
> >
> > “I’m still not giving you the pennies.†Remy took of his bowler’s hat and wiped the sweat off his forehead. It was a hot day. He looked at Pat and scratched his red beard.
> >
> > “I’ve got a secret,†Remy said. Pat glanced at the leprechaun. “I know where you can find a giant worm.â€Â
> >
> > “How giant?â€Â
> >
> > “Do you see that tree branch?â€Â
> >
> > “Yes,†said Pat.
> >
> > “It’s a worm as big as that.â€Â
> >
> > “Wow.â€Â
> >
> > “If I tell you where it is, how many pennies will you give me?â€Â
> >
> > “I’ll give you three pennies.†Remy scratched his beard. Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a map. He handed it to Patrick. Patrick unfolded the map and looked it over.
> >
> > “Do you read?†Remy asked.
> >
> > “Yes I can read.â€Â
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Subject: Heh. I like how it's so "normal" to visit these two. [Re: jack]
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> Worm Hunt
> by Jack L. Bryson
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> http://web.mac.com/jackbryson1/iWeb/Site/Welcome.html
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> Patrick dug in the dirt in his backyard. He turned up the soil with a spade. He had a dirt clot in hand. Half a worm was squirming from the dirt clot. Pat gently pinched the end of the worm and pulled it free. He looked the worm over and then dropped it in a jar next to him.
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> Patrick scooped up some dirt and dropped it in the jar with his worms. He fastened the lid back on the jar and then punched holes in the lid with a rusty nail. The worms wiggle about in the sunlight. Patrick picked up the jar and ran around the side of his house. There was mud on his knees.
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> On the other side of the house were bushes. Pat crawled through a hole in the bushes. He held the jar of worms in his hand like a football. On the other side of the bushed was the property. It was a large forest. Pat ran through the woods. The pines trees were tall and brown.
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> In the middle of the woods was an old fountain. It was made of stone. It was empty. At the bottom of the fountain there were pennies, but Pat had collected all of them and put them in a jar.
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> Pat stood next to the fountain. It was his favorite place. He looked around him. He sat down and leaned against the fountain looking at his worms. The wiggled as Pat turned the jar over in his hands.
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> “Hey, I see you have a new treasure,†Remy observed.
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> “It’s not for you,†Pat replied.
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> “I don’t want worms.â€Â
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> “I’m still not giving you the pennies.†Remy took of his bowler’s hat and wiped the sweat off his forehead. It was a hot day. He looked at Pat and scratched his red beard.
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> “I’ve got a secret,†Remy said. Pat glanced at the leprechaun. “I know where you can find a giant worm.â€Â
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> “How giant?â€Â
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> “Do you see that tree branch?â€Â
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> “Yes,†said Pat.
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> “It’s a worm as big as that.â€Â
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> “Wow.â€Â
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> “If I tell you where it is, how many pennies will you give me?â€Â
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> “I’ll give you three pennies.†Remy scratched his beard. Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a map. He handed it to Patrick. Patrick unfolded the map and looked it over.
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> “Do you read?†Remy asked.
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> “Yes I can read.â€Â
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> “Well?â€Â
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> “We have a deal,†Patrick said. He folded up the map and stuffed it into his pocket.
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