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Whelpday Mousette
I'm on July 17 and Kamau the lion is, well, I'm not sure when his is. Maybe
he'll tell me.
*Kamau the lion looks at Kamau AV and shakes his head NO.*
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Kamau
}{For a Lion Pride is a strength not a weakness}{
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But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame
-- Victor Hugo, Les Misérables, 1862
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Miss Mousette comes out of the forest up to Kamau and checks her whelpday
list to find it listed as being on October 18. "Hmmm, July 17, I'll move it
to there instead. My apologizes for the misplaced whelpday".
> *Kamau the lion looks at Kamau AV and shakes his head NO.*
Whelpday Mousette sighs, "Let me see where I got that October 18 date". She
goes up to the furvey filing cabnet where furs place their furveys for safe
keeping and identification of furs, and pulls open the door until she comes
to the "K"s for Kamau. She pulls out Kamau's Furvey and sees the following
dates.
> 2. How old are you? / What is your date of birth?
>
> Kamau the Lion: October 18
> Kamau AV: 47 July 17, 1952
(URL:
http://groups.google.com/groups?q=Kamau+Furvey&hl=en&lr=&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&s
elm=C_%25u4.14265%24W5.208027%40typhoon.nyroc.rr.com&rnum=1 )
She sees October 18 there and says, "This is how I ended up with October 18
for your whelpday". Then she says to Kamau the Lion "I think this was your
whelpday".
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The Whelpday Mousette
aww, you missed me (oct 19th)
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This is your doing isn't it. Don't tell me it's not. Someone tries to
celebrate your whelpday and all you do is sit there and nap. Come on, fess
up, October 18 is your whelpday isn't it.
*Kamau the Lion yawns and seems to say*
Yup, but it was more fun watching you make a fool of yourself then to tell
you.
Ok, fine.
Thanks Mousette. I think we've got it straight now. My big black maned
furball of a quad is the one who's whelpday is October 18.
*sigh*
I'll try to remember that for next year. Excuse me while I see of Belle's
got a spare buffalo steak for him on his whelpday.
BTW That is also the day I first posted to ALF even though I'd lurked for
some time before that. So kind of an anniversary I guess.
"Well at least the rain stopped.", Lana commented as the pair loaded
whelpday
goodies on the cart, "I was expecting the kits to explode if thay
spent another day trapped in the den!"
"An explosion would have been a quick, painless death compared to
'When can we go outside!' for the last fourty-eight hours! They really
don't sleep, do they?", Sky said. He placed the cover over the food
and added several autumn decorations. "Okay, we're set! Grab the
furballs and we can get going."
"I thought you were watching them..."
Sky's expression went to a mix of frustration and glazed
incomprehension. "Crap, they're hiding! You take the house."
"Kitchen, got it. JASON, ALENA, IF YOU'RE IN THE SINK AGAIN!!!"
Sky began a search of the surrounding territory around the den.
Luckily the cornmen they had set up were still giving the kits the
willies and acting like a children invisible fence (TM). Lana caught
up just as Sky shushed and pointed to a pile of leaves that hadn't
been there before. Lana rolled her eyes and giggled softly when they
noticed a white-tipped tail at the far end poking through.
"They aren't anywhere!", Sky said quite loudly, "They're getting to be
big now an must have decided to go without us.. make their poor panjo
and pachjo do the work."
Lana stiffled a chuckle as the pile moved slightly and a quiet
shushing came from beneath. "You're right, they're big kits now and
don't need us around. We'll just head down now and meet them."
"Right! I'm glad we're leaving. Those cornmen seem to be moving!"
Lana gave Sky a silent but surprised and stern, open-muzzled stare.
"Yup, let's get going! This place is too spooky!" And the pair walked
around the corner quite noisily then hid at the corner. Moments passed
then the pile stirred. Two fuzzy heads emerged. Lana's eyes widened as
she realized the fuzzballs were *wet* fuzzballs!! Sky had to calm her
quickly! Just as the kits looked around for their wayward parents
there came a low, mournful moan. A breeze caused a cornman near the
wood to rustle an sway. The kits went saucer-eyed and burst out of the
wet leaf pile sreaming "PANJO! PACHJO!" right into the arms of two
vulpans laughing hysterically. That ended soon as Sky and Lana now had
to soothe and calm two crying kits and somehow explain the joke.
As they all headed to the confetti machine and the lodge for the first
party and the beginning of autumn decorating there, Lana reminded she
will kill the mischievous pair for getting so wet and dirty...
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La gvatantaj vulpoj (The vigilant foxes)
Skytech Lana Jason Alena
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Kamau }{For a Lion Pride is a strength not a weakness}{
& Belle -:(Without a Lioness a lion has no pride):-
plus Dan and Lina ( >ö< >ë< )