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Post by sollunaestrella on Jan 1, 2003 10:49:23 GMT -5
She doesn't ruin the beds... she just sleeps in them. How about cucions... cuchions.. cushions... w/e... err... pillows would work. One could be as hard as stone (and it IS stone!) the other could be either flat or uncomfortably made of straw, and the last could be like fluffy pink pillows.. Maybe cushions could be for beds. Who knows? That's a good idea!! Are there any Neopian cushions? The site is down (AGAIN!!!), so I can't check, but...does anyone know?
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Post by Lappi on Jan 1, 2003 10:57:12 GMT -5
NOOO!!! What's the site thingy again? Neoitems.com? Oh well, I have it in my links section on my site...
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Post by starhamster on Jan 1, 2003 22:08:52 GMT -5
I know the site has Pretty Pink Pillows, or something like that - I believe there were 3 of them, but I'd have to check. *Thinks back to her old illustrated book of fables* What about more fables: the Fox and the Crow --> the Lupe and the Crokabek? I'm sure you could have one about the weasel (Meerca) who ate too much and couldn't escape, or -- or the Lion (Noil) and the Mouse (Miamouse)!
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Post by Lappi on Jan 2, 2003 8:45:48 GMT -5
Oh, thank you starhamster!! *hugs* We're saved..! Or you could say that. Lol, yep, pretty pink pillows have three bunched up (or maybe even more that you can't see). Perhaps we could make it so that the stuffings are different. But how will Goldilox rip them? Hmm... or... yeah... maybe she ruins the pillow cases. Oooh, better.
EDIT: I think the Turdle and the Snowbunny has a really long title... observe.
Faerie Tales: The Turdle and the Snowbunny
Whee!
EDIT TWO: Oh joy! Joy! I finished!!!
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Post by Lappi on Jan 2, 2003 9:06:08 GMT -5
The Turdle and the Snowbunny
The sun blazed at him, as the Turdle, Tudor, hopped back to shore. As he did, he caught a glimpse of his friend, Blanche the Snowbunny, hop with her annoying little brother. Her brother was the same age as Tudor, and always challenged him to races, and constantly mocked him. Although Blanche knew it was wrong, she was never mad at her younger brother, whose name was Jett. He loved his name, because it matched his statistics. He was one of the fastest snowbunnies in all of Neopia. Blanche did not know Tudor’s secret, of why he always acted so kind, especially around her. He had a crush on her, and would certainly do anything that he would for her, even if it was proving that he was much better than her brother. Jett saw him, and began to smirk. “Have fun in the water, did’ja, Slowpoke?” Tudor walked closer, glanced at Blanche, and smiled sweetly. “I sure did, Jett. Thank you for asking; I really appreciate it.” Jett scowled, and Blanche smiled back with her lovely smile. It always seemed like the light of the tunnel, the reward of bravery, or the sunshine of a cloudy day. As Tudor began to daydream, the water behind him rushed forward. There was a small, gentle wave, and then it slowly began to grow bigger. Tudor was watching it, as Blanche and Jett ate near the water. Suddenly, the wave grew so big that even Tudor could not ever stand it. He fell back with the force of water on him, swam for air and refreshing from his shock, and found that Blanche and Jett had, too, been caught by the water. Swimming swiftly, Tudor came toward them and grabbed Blanche’s paw. She gurgled some words that sounded like, “Help me mother,” but Tudor knew that she was actually telling him to help Jett (“Help my brother”). Tudor snatched Jett’s paw right before another large tide came, and began swimming to shore. He nearly tossed him on with the excitement of saving his sister afterwards, and then he saw another petpet race for Blanche and bring her to shore. Tudor sighed and looked very disappointed. At least he saved someone, and it was the most precious person to Blanche. After a few minutes, Blanche awoke. She looked around, rather confused, and then saw Tudor. “Thank you so much, Tudor!” Tudor blushed, nodded, and was about to leave when Jett was conscious again. “You may have beat me this time, by just saving me, but you can never beat me on land. I’ll meet you in four days.” Tudor stared, and he knew he couldn’t refuse, or else Jett would mock him again. He quickly nodded without glancing at neither Blanche or Jett, and walked as fast as he could — which was hardly fast at all, considering he was a Turdle. He was walking nearly as fast as one Neopian mile per hour, but it only took him a few minutes to leave the scene. Finally, Tudor reached his home. It was a small sandy cave on the shore, very close to the washing waves of the ocean. The petpets lived on an island abandoned by most neopets, and most definitely humans. Many petpets have not even seen one before, and it wouldn’t be surprising if they’ve never seen neopets either. Tudor looked around, and in the distance he could see his ancestors home, Meridell. If he looked in the sky, he could see a glimpse of the land above, ruled by magical faeries. To his left, he could see the outline of two neighbouring islands, Krawk Island and Mystery Island. He sighed, and thought. If he had saved Jett’s life, Jett must have been very serious if he wanted to challenge him. Maybe he didn’t want to look like a wimp in front of Tudor, and had a reason to mock him all the time. Either way, Tudor was determined to defeat Jett once and for all. Tudor thought for the whole night of what to do, and then he had a plan. ~
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Post by Lappi on Jan 2, 2003 9:06:50 GMT -5
~ Morning arrived, and the sun shone on the surface of Tudor’s cave. He squinted his eyes meekly and crawled out. He had to go with his plan, and that was to practice, practice, and practice. He decided to “run” laps around his cave as fast as he could without stopping. He would never be sure if the test was a test of endurance instead of speed, but at least he had some practice with running. Tudor ran until his small body could not take any more pain. He crawled back to his cave and went inside his storage for some food, and rested peacefully inside until he was ready again. The next thing he did was swim in the water. If he practiced swimming some more, he could build up his endurance. Tudor entered the fresh, cool water and felt the salty taste of the ocean. He breathed and began swimming as fast and as far as he dared, turned back, and swam again. He did this until he was tired, then returned back to his cave and looked at the sky. The sun was bright and hot, and beat down on him. He could feel warmth surging back through his body, as a small and warm zephyr blew by him. Tudor sighed again, and though of what to do next. He crawled back inside his den and looked around. Perhaps he should try lifting weights instead of just sitting there, thinking. He could achieve a lot more if he just went with his plan of practicing. Tudor only had four days to train, and already his first day was nearly over. After he had lifted his waits, his stomach growled menacingly, as though it were Balthazar craving for faeries or petpets. “Oh Blanche,” said Tudor, as he began setting up his food. “I will win for you, dear Snowbunny, if it’s the last thing I do!” After he had said that, he ate his food as quickly as possible, for his stomach rumbled and grumbled loudly. He also hurried because he was wasting precious exercising time. When he finished eating, he walked around his small, sand cave. He went his normal speed so that he wouldn’t get a cramp from eating, and when he felt like he could go fast again, he began to go as fast as he could (which wasn’t mush faster than normal speed). Soon after, he began to pant tiredly and moved slowly around the cave. That night, he drew on the walls of his cave with his writing twig. He drew a square, split them into columns, and scribbled some words on it. It was to be his schedule, and in it he wrote: “Dawn – Running laps until tired. Morning – Swim and eat breakfast. Afternoon – Plan, do other exercises of choice. Evening – Eat dinner, walk/run. Night – Eat if necessary, exercise until tired.” Personally, he liked the afternoon the best, but he promised himself he would not slack off. He had to win the race, for him, his pride, and Blanche. Days passed, and he followed his schedule accurately. He had finally been able to run as fast as 2 nmph, was able to eat faster, and last longer in exercising. He could swim for many minutes non-stop, and he needed little air supply, even when running. Tudor was very determined and felt brave for the very first time, and it felt good. As the day of the race drew nearer, Tudor became faster and faster. He could almost run 3 nmph already, and he could last more than half an hour doing physical activities. He was very determined he could at least he wouldn’t make a fool of himself during the race. Tudor knew that Jett was nearly ten times faster than him, but that still didn’t make him upset. He practice as much as possible, and he was to try his best. When the exciting day arrived, Tudor walked, as energy-saving as possible, to the location in which they were to race. It was a long track by the ocean, and it had many benches for people to observe the racers. Tudor looked around curiously, as many petpets he knew began filling the benches, carrying delicious snacks and drinks with them, whispering to each other on their way. At the starting line stood Jett. His fur was neatly combed, and he looked as determined as always, which made Tudor loose a bit of faith in himself. He finally grew back to normal when Blanche said to them, “Good luck to you both.” The two heard a sharp sound blow, and they began racing. Jett was in the lead for nearly three metres thirty seconds after they had started. It would be both an endurance and speed race, and the track was very long.
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Post by Lappi on Jan 2, 2003 9:07:14 GMT -5
After a few minutes, Jett spotted Tudor very far away from him. He could not see that Tudor was faster than before, but he hardly cared. It would take an hour for Tudor to catch up. Thinking about this, Jett bounced away until he reached a sunny path of grass. He lay down on it and closed his eyes. Perhaps when Tudor finally arrived, he could wake up and mock him. Perhaps he would, perhaps not. The sun glared at Tudor, making him unable to see clearly. He kept “running” as fast as his legs could go, and many minutes later, he spotted Jett sleeping in a patch of grass. Leaving him to sleep would be very unfair, and he hated feeling guilty about things. Win or lose, Tudor would rather race fairly, so he began to creep up at Jett and wake him up. Jett opened one eye, and stood up abruptly. This made Tudor lay on his back, helpless, until Jett decided to help him too. Tudor saved his life, after all, so he could save him from being embarrassed even more after the race. The two went one-on-one and side-by-side. They could see the finish line only metres away, and Tudor was very determined. He sped up as fast as he could go, and Jett did too. He was very far ahead, but Tudor was confident. They were only a metre away from each other, when Jett tripped. It felt as though it were in slow motion, Jett tripping, Tudor speeding up even more, passing him, and crossing the finish line. The crowd gasped and applauded. They didn’t care who won, they just wanted entertainment, and since someone crossed the finish line, it was good enough for them. Jett sprung up from his fall, and he didn’t want to lose completely. He only crossed the finish line a few milliseconds after Tudor did, and it was good enough for him. Blanche looked so happy at both of them, and smiled sweetly when they faced each other. “It looks like you won, doesn’t it, Tudor?” said Jett, which surprised the Turdle because it was the first time he had called him by his name. “Looks like it, Jett.” Jett blushed slightly, and asked, “Wanna be friends?” Tudor nodded, and Blanche never looked happier in her entire life. She jumped for joy and hugged them both, gave them small medals and took them out for lunch. It shows that with a lot of practice, you can earn almost everything you can imagine.
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Post by Lappi on Jan 2, 2003 14:42:05 GMT -5
I don't think I should put the part about having a crush. So far I found two things I have to change.
On the first paragraph, I have to take out an "and".
Take out the part about a crush.
I put the wrong "weight" on there. "wait". Hahaha, Me not gonna get another homonym again'su!
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Post by calvinseviltwin on Jan 2, 2003 16:29:14 GMT -5
I don't think I should put the part about having a crush. So far I found two things I have to change. On the first paragraph, I have to take out an "and". Take out the part about a crush. I put the wrong "weight" on there. "wait". Hahaha, Me not gonna get another homonym again'su! Oh boy..
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Post by sollunaestrella on Jan 2, 2003 17:53:17 GMT -5
I don't think I should put the part about having a crush. So far I found two things I have to change. On the first paragraph, I have to take out an "and". Take out the part about a crush. I put the wrong "weight" on there. "wait". Hahaha, Me not gonna get another homonym again'su! Ooh! I like very much! I think there might have been some comma errors although I'm not completely sure. Some of it is like: Jett blushed slightly, and asked, “Wanna be friends?” I think it should be: Jett blushed slightly and asked, “Wanna be friends?” It's a compound verb, not a compound sentence. Then, there's the whole thing we've already been over: the comma that you put in sentences like: "He sang, as he walked." I'll keep those in, I guess, since we don't really agree. Yes, the crush thing might be an issue although I don't think it would. Just to be on the safe side, you might want to take it out. I'm not sure.
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Post by sollunaestrella on Jan 2, 2003 19:24:58 GMT -5
I'm starting Goldilocks; what should her species be? For now, I'll make her a Chia because a Chia's personality is kind of what I sort of imagined Goldilock's, but that isn't final, so feel free to suggest! ;D
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Post by sollunaestrella on Jan 2, 2003 19:35:18 GMT -5
Okay; this is how it is so far. Anyone is welcome to comment. Goldilocks and the Bearog Trees whispered, the breeze coercing it to twist from the sky and drift happily, slicing Golda’s face with its cool sting. The amber tuft of hair on her head whipped from side to side, and with her stubby arms, she tried to smooth down the offending puff. At her failure, she gave up and pulled her hood over her little head, thankful for the cloak as it protected her from the spring’s impish gusts and bursts of chilled air. The sun peered through the shabby cloak of leaves that spitefully shielded her from the sun’s warm glow. Golda paused and shut her eyes, focusing only on discovering the warmth that comes in every cold, and sauntered on. “Ooh,” Golda moaned. “Ooh, I don’t like this. The Haunted Wood…all alone…what am I doing here? I must have taken a wrong turn….” She swallowed and boldly tramped on, ignoring the niggling twinge of fear that she felt. It was not long before a feeble light loomed up in the distance, but to Golda, it felt like an eternity and a half. When she first caught a quick glimpse, she impulsively started to toddle toward it, hoping that the light at the end of the tunnel had come at last, just like in the book she had recently read. She halted abruptly when she found not the end of the forest, but a small, cozy clearing. There was a small, charming house that looked as if it was not real, but an illustration in a picture book; it was surreal. Overcoming her initial shock, Golda’s natural curiosity compelled her to scamper to the door and slip in, not bothering to knock. The next part is yours, Lapin! ;D
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Post by Lappi on Jan 3, 2003 9:20:57 GMT -5
Before I start writing... oh wait, you've edit mine already, haven't you?
Please take out the "crush" part. Pwease and thank you. I'll be working now!!
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Post by Lappi on Jan 3, 2003 9:31:10 GMT -5
I'm starting Goldilocks; what should her species be? For now, I'll make her a Chia because a Chia's personality is kind of what I sort of imagined Goldilock's, but that isn't final, so feel free to suggest! ;D I feel like going meercas... and I forgot what Golda's supposed to eat.
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Post by sollunaestrella on Jan 3, 2003 16:03:15 GMT -5
I feel like going meercas... and I forgot what Golda's supposed to eat. OK...we could do borovan, or any other hot food/drink on Neopets.
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