"My LAST Shopping Trip to Neopia Central" by dave_ofwales The wagon stopped abruptly, and who should open the door but some fool in a blue costume. Called himself the Pant Devil! Of course, I was in no position to challenge his integrity, and he demanded the item I held in mental contemplation. Now the simpler sort of folk would do as he asked, but being educated I knew how to solve this...
Taking Care of Us: Part Three She drank cocoa and the Snowager sipped coffee. It all came from the same stained pot. But it didn't matter. It was a dream.