:>His Pandaness wrote not too long ago:

:>>And I was replying:
:>Damon caught it [an IRC conversation] on his auto-log so it should show up 
in the March scrapbook.

And speaking of those scrapbooks......  Ben, did you get those copies
that I sent you?

:>>:>Once or twice a year, usually in the fall and spring, the earth passes

between the sun and the moon. The earth then casts a shadow onto the
moon, turning it a coppery orange colour, that as a kid, reminded me of
tigers. This is known as a Harvest Moon. But I called it a Tiger Moon . . . 

:>>THis is my favorite kind of moon.  I love looking up at it.

:>Me too :) Are we the only two romantics on the list?

I dunno, are we?

:>><poem snipped, but saved, for brevity's sake>
:>>Nice poem.  Pretty soon we're gonna have to have a special section of 

the ML just for poems.  When you have the time, check out my poem
that I dedicated to the FanFic writers.

:>??? Can you send me a copy? I lost ALL my mail through an *accident* a few
weeks ago. I had kept all the C&C I had recieved for BG Cross since November
of last year as well as all the posts from Bert Van Vliet and Jeanne Hedge
(two big BGCrisis fans on the list) and now they're gone! <sigh> So could
you send me a copy? Pleeeeeeeeaaaassssseeeee???!!!! :)

The main reason why I didn't send you a copy personally, Panda, is that I 
had forgotten that I was going to send it.  So, here it is, signed, sealed and 
delivered to you and the FFML dedicated to all those lovely FanFic writers,
without whom my days would be alot longer.  I wrote this in junior high,so
it's a little old.


The Storyteller


I am the Storyteller
My mother is the Worker
My sister, the Beautiful,
But there can be only *one* storyteller.

Strangers sit around me,
In groups of fives and fours.
They sit and stare in wonder;
It is my turn.

And I reach far back,
Past fairies and elves,
Walking trees, talking beasts,
I pluck out a story.

I regale them with tales of old,
Of pirates and queens,
Charging white knights,
Of brown-skinned Indians,
Weaving baskets, grinding acorns,
Gathered round, telling stories,
Just Like Me.

by, Lynn Collier (my nom de plume)


What do you think?

Foxtrot the Furryous