well, hello there. . . .

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Hi. I'm new and nervously collecting myself to post. I've been lurking around and watching enviously while everyone else got to play so I finally decided jump in the pool and play with the other kids. Neat!

You guys never fail to make my day. Hopefully I can help you out a little with that too.

So, weighing in at 229 words I give you

Thud.

“Ow.”

“I’m sorry, Ray.”

“Frase? That you?”

“Perhaps you were expecting someone else to trip over you in the dark?”

“No. . .no. Just, you know, checking.”

“Ah.”

“Frase?”

“Yes, Ray?”

“Could you maybe. . .get off me?”

“Terribly sorry, Ray.”

“No problem.”

[shuffling noises]

“I don’t suppose you have some kind of secret light making device hidden in those pumpkin pants of yours.”

“No, Ray, I’m afraid I seem to have left it in my other pair.”

“Hey, don’t go blaming this one on me. I’m not the genius who decided to go mine diving without a flashlight.”

“If you’ll pardon me for saying so, it was your fault they ran into the mines in the first place.”

“It was not my fault! How was it my fault?”

“Leaping out and shouting, ‘Drop the birds and nobody gets hurt,' is hardly an enticement to give oneself up, Ray."

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't've been so abrupt if that asshole hadn't thrown a chicken at me."

"Language, Ray."

"Yeah, yeah. If we ever get out of here, do you think we'll find 'em?"

"I assume you are referring to our erstwhile poultry thieves."

"Those'd be the ones I was talking about."

"I have no idea."

"Oh. . . .”

. . . . .

“Say, Frase. . .if I made a move on you here, down a mine, covered in coal dust. . .would you still respect me in the morning?"



'Cause, you know, I'm still trying to get into the groove. . .