Hello everybodeeee it is I! Ryan, Prawnie, theprawncracker, here to post my 8,888th post! Yes! Is that not exciting? Anyhoo, I'm making this post today because I'm going to be absent for the rest of the weekend... and so you have a nifty post count number to look at.
So, enjoy the post count, oh, and while you're here, why not re-read Trip? (Or if you're Beau, why not finish Trip, eh?) And, just so I'm not leaving you here with this post... why don't I deliver a little snippet from my next fan-fiction, ariving to the forum before the end of March! Vous want it? ...I thought you might.
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A taxi pulled up in front of the 123 Sesame Street apartments. The cab door opened and two bright green flippers hit the pavement. The snout that was connected to those flippers took a whiff of the air.
As the cab drove away a trash can opened. Oscar shot up out of his can, read to tell the new visitor to "scram".
"Hey, buddy!" Oscar shouted. "Why don't you-" The Grouch stopped, two Saturn-shaped pupils stared back at him.
"Go on," the frog told the Grouch. "It wouldn't be Sesame Street without it."
Oscar blinked. "Uh, well, scram," he said without anger in his voice.
"Thanks Oscar." The frog hopped off down the street.
"Hey, Frog!" Oscar called. The frog turned around. "Good to have you back."
The frog grinned and nodded. He turned back the way he was headed, towards Hooper's Store.
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See you all Monday!