tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634496984020324532.post201151162594853258..comments2023-10-31T14:36:59.054+00:00Comments on anticant's burrow: 'BEWITCHED IN THE BURROW'anticanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18135207107619114891noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634496984020324532.post-52211868745528105612007-05-22T19:30:00.000+00:002007-05-22T19:30:00.000+00:00Frantic Joy, however, got tired very quickly - hav...Frantic Joy, however, got tired very quickly - having been so frantic for all her life.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634496984020324532.post-55434054791140234692007-05-22T19:25:00.000+00:002007-05-22T19:25:00.000+00:00only to find more strange goings on. Anticant was ...only to find more strange goings on. Anticant was placing both Trouser brothers in the dreaded pillory. As the pair of trousers pleaded for mercy Anticant showed his equally dreaded tickling stick as Lavender jumped up and down with frantic joy.zola a social thinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14206983697656466653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634496984020324532.post-43810569935555498042007-05-22T17:47:00.000+00:002007-05-22T17:47:00.000+00:00Meanwhile, in the depths of the forest, a distraug...Meanwhile, in the depths of the forest, a distraught Wolfie was scrabbling around on his hands and knees wailing "the keys! the keys" I've lost the keys to Pandora's Box, and without them I am powerless to unleash further mayhem upon the world...The Veep has murdered sleep; all the black gold in Saudi Arabia cannot grease this sweaty palm...." <BR/><BR/>He does not notice Miss Marple, lurking behind a nearby tree and memorising every word. As she does so, she glances down and there at her feet is a bunch of keys which she slips into her handbag and silently trots off back to the burrow....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634496984020324532.post-53731606386057152902007-05-22T12:59:00.000+00:002007-05-22T12:59:00.000+00:00Then from the slightly darkened room came a voice ...Then from the slightly darkened room came a voice : " I know thish loochs shuspichus lavenderBlue but I can explain. It was my twin brother that did the dirty deed with Dame Barbara but that ruthless Anticant strung us both up".<BR/>LavenderBlue looked at Trousers and then at the twin brother and said ...zola a social thinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14206983697656466653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634496984020324532.post-71529953399569242422007-05-22T09:51:00.000+00:002007-05-22T09:51:00.000+00:00Lavenderblue returned very late to the Burrow........Lavenderblue returned very late to the Burrow.....<BR/>Tired, wet and hungry..supported by the wonderful Ben and a slightly stricken Wooffie..who does not appear to like sharing the Brandy.<BR/>Lavenderblue had a tiny snifter before Wooffie and The Naked Kayaker <BR/>wrenched the barrel from her tiny frozen fingers.......<BR/>left to sit in the cold mud whilst they sang gently to the furious moon,she willed them to return her to safety.<BR/>When, finally, she fell through the door, it was to fall over the form of Dame Barbara and several empty bottles of gin.........<BR/>A pair of trousers hung damply from a peg..........Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634496984020324532.post-21382757192893907932007-05-21T19:17:00.000+00:002007-05-21T19:17:00.000+00:00Back at the burrow Wolfie the vulpine financier ha...Back at the burrow Wolfie the vulpine financier has gone off for the afternoon to prowl the forest [so he says].<BR/><BR/>As Lavvyblue is now four hours overdue, and there is no word from the Beadle, Judge Anticant and Ben have decided to call in the services of an eminent private detective. <BR/><BR/>Overruling Dame Barbara's aristocratic preference for Lord Peter Wimsey, they have settled on Miss Marple, who is even now wending her way towards the burrow.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634496984020324532.post-72806319940450021222007-05-21T08:33:00.000+00:002007-05-21T08:33:00.000+00:00"Bringing my aquatic popemobile to halt alongside..."Bringing my aquatic popemobile to halt alongside the bobbing kayak, I said: 'Allow me, my pretty dear, to remove you from the vicinity of the gloomy Swagman and the lecherous Laplander, and to take you with me on my impending visitation to South America, whither I am now proceeding to inform the benighted descendants of the Incas, Aztecs, and other pagan cults that the wipeout fo their civilisations by Columbus, Stout Cortez and other sainted Christian warriors was precisely what their ancestors had been silently longing for - the blessing of the unknown God whom they were seeking, without realising it.'<BR/><BR/>To my intense surprise, the wayward child refused my holy bounty, perversely declaring that she preferred to listen to the friendly quacking of the denizens of the duckpond. <BR/><BR/>Whereupon I swanned off to the New World......"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634496984020324532.post-22789067285876153872007-05-21T06:17:00.000+00:002007-05-21T06:17:00.000+00:00To continue :-" Meanwhile back in the kayack cockp...To continue :-<BR/><BR/>" Meanwhile back in the kayack cockpit LavenderBlue was shocked. At the heat of the moment the waters erupted and there was a huge gush which was enough to rock the boat. As the kayak wobbled there was a strange and enchanted entity arising.<BR/>"Gosh", LavenderBlue said, "Jolly hockey sticks the bloody Pope is coming".<BR/>Lo and behold from the Pirates Lair, once hidden by the waters of the Pond, the Pope arose and ......Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634496984020324532.post-43572501159922968092007-05-21T06:05:00.000+00:002007-05-21T06:05:00.000+00:00A bad bear in this case, shurely?A bad bear in this case, shurely?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634496984020324532.post-51201457647997081952007-05-20T23:02:00.000+00:002007-05-20T23:02:00.000+00:00Wicked, simply wicked, Anti.As was said, the moral...Wicked, simply wicked, Anti.<BR/>As was said, the moral of the story is this : 'if you are a bad wolf beware little girls and grandmothers'.<BR/><BR/>To update, 'beware serial dandlers and their ilk'.Merkinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02499327449561248731noreply@blogger.com