At 15:05 18.1.2000 EST, Kenjiko2@aol.com wrote:
Once upon a time there was a little girl named Goldilocks.
This is not her story.
Good.
Being Lina Inverse, she ate the just right bowl. Then she ate
the other two even if they were somewhat unsatisfactory. No sense
letting food go to waste.
She didn't ransack all the cupboards looking for more?
Well, maybe she wasn't _that_ hungry.
They had decided to take a little walk to let the porridge cool
down. Now they were back-- and appalled.
"Someone's been sitting in my chair," mused the father bear,
adjusting his jerkin.
You know, I've always wondered who the bears could tell this. Maybe
they smelled the trespasser or something... Oh well, we're breaking so
many natural laws anyway... ^_-
In clothes. Oddly human shaped for bears, but bears nonetheless.
And they were LOOKING at her.
"I don't suppose you have an explanation for this, young lady?"
the father bear asked.
Normally, when confronted by something like this, Lina's first
reaction would have been, well, either a line of bushwah or a
skillfully applied fireball. Possibly both. But three bears? Three
freaking BEARS?
And the youngest one looked to be about-- in human terms--
sixteen or so, and was wearing a bress and bodice and had... had...
And Lina broke down sobbing at the thought that a damn BEAR could
have a more mature figure than her's.
Oh, poor Lina. She must be really stressed out. Normally she'd just boggle
and explode.
Gourry just shook his head. "Lina, I GOT to tell you about this
little red-headed girl and the big bad wolf and all the DAMAGE that
happened..."
BWAHAHAHAHAH!!!
Much better than the orginal, if you ask me. Good work. ^_^
- Jussi Nikander