:>Just got bored and continued the BTFH thread.

Goodness, I have my own thread?!?  And a certain Panda didn't tell me?
[unholstering the cattle prod]

:>Congratulations, you now have a fanfic farm ;)

Ooooh, Kergma, it's just what I've always wanted! [gush]

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                The Chaotic Trickster - kergma@sv.net.au

---------- Forwarded message ----------
Date: Sat, 18 May 1996 13:57:07 +1000 (EST)
From: Kergma, The Chaotic Trickster <kergma@sv.net.au>
To: fanfic@fanfic.com
Subject: Re: [FFML] Speaking of bad starts to fanfics... (FANFIC)

On Fri, 17 May 1996, Mike W. Loader wrote:

Again, this has enormous potential as a parody. Do it! Or if you decide
not to, farm it out to someone else...

What 'fic were they talking about?  I hate being out of the loop, but it's
necessary!

:>Joe sneezed.

:>"Bless you" commented Bob.
:>"Thanks."

Hehehehe...

:>The two of them continued to lean on the fence, looking over the little 
valley of Joe's farm.  Silence, with brief interruptions from some birds, 
settled over the immediate area for several minutes.

:>"Another one coming in?" drawled Bob.
:>"uh huh"
:>"Wheres it going?"
:>"Down in the eastern field." replied Joe after some minutes.
:>"Aah.  Another Parody"
:>"uh huh.  Thats why its going in the field of Parodisms"

What?  No spitting tobaccy into the ground?

:>The silence drifted back, idly rolling in the breeze, until Bob banished 
it some minutes later.

:>"Whens the next big one coming out?"
:>"Probably a few days to a week.  Depends if the boss comes in for some 
:> 'encouragement'"

At the pool deck, a woman sneezed.

"Bless you," the hunky pool guy said.
"Thanks," she murmured as she flipped through the political science book.

:>Bob shuddered at the slightly crazed look in Joe's eyes.

:>"She doesn't do *that* often does she?"
:>"Nah.  A fair few of them are no trouble at all.  Just a few loads of 
:> grain each week."

:>Bob just grunted in response.

:>Trying a different tatic, the silence oozed its way around the two men, 
:>which was quite successful until Joe heaved himself upright.

Hmmm.....  Silence oozing???

:>"Well, I must go and tend them."
:>"Bye.  See you tomorrow." replied Bob, also standing.

:>Joe grunted and walked down into the valley with his mail.  Bob watched him 
:>for a moment, then turned and climbed aboard his tractor, and started the 
:>engine, banishing the silence with its loud purr.

:>"A farm of stories....".  Shaking his head, Bob put the tractor in gear 
:>and eased the machine into movement, taking care not to jerk the contents 
:>of the trailer.

:>"Give me cows anyday" Bob murmured as he drove up to his dairy farm with 
:>a load of fresh grain.

Ya want cows?  Here!!!   [dumps a load of shiny Holsteins on Bob's farm]

:>Several hours later, after he had cated for the immediate needs of most 
:>stories, Joe sat down in his study and rang a certain number.

:>"Yes?" answered a lilting female voice.

[he called my voice lilting!!  :)]

:>"Nothing really to report ma'am.  Most stories are coming along just 
:>fine.  Might be a few ready to leave the farm in a few weeks."
:>"Thankyou.  Keep up the good work."
:>"'night." Joe replied as he hung up.

:>Elsewhere, the anonymous voice at the other end of the line, aka the 
:>BTFH, snapped shut the cellular phone and sighed.  "Back to work I guess."

Silence oozed its way around the woman until she cut it down with a
word.  Actually, a few words.

"That wraith is pretty sneaky.  Trying to win my favor by catering to
my strong sense of aesthetics," she sighed.  "It's working, too."

She went back to her studying.

:>                                  ~~~~
:>                The Chaotic Trickster - kergma@sv.net.au

:>%% *sigh* - ok - so its another parody.  I couldn't help it ;)

Nah, but we still admire you just the same.


Foxtrot the Furryous, BTFH on vacation