"The Pink Grobrin Story" by bootpelt I, Maura the Island Kacheek, was walking home at 10:00 from a late Battledome fight. My friends Toby and Alexis (a blue Techo and a Christmas Kacheek) were with me. We happily carried a "Beating Punchbag Bob" trophy, which we had earned after many, many, MANY months of training. Anyway, as we turned onto Bracknell Road...
The Same But Different Sarah walked down the hall to the girls' room,
and the noise suddenly stopped. As their mother opened the door, Abby and Tara
plopped down on their pillows and smiled innocently at her...
How (Not) to Eat Gross Food like a Champion It is time that these less-than-edible
"foods" were addressed. Why are they here? Who invented them? Why, oh, why,
in the name of all that is good, does my owner want me to eat them?
Encountering Resistance: Part Eight "Volcanic Rocks," she said,
shaking her head. "A lot of good those will do us now. Too bad no one figured
out what they were for until it was too late..."