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Post by Skipper of Otters on Oct 19, 2005 21:49:15 GMT -5
"Hahar!" chortled the burly Skipper of otters. He and his crew were returning from a successful, and entertaining fishing trip. Dumping the lot onto a table, he proudly displayed their catch. "We've shrimp, lobster, crawdad, fish o' all kinds, an' watercress, mates! A feast fer us t'night!"
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Post by Guthin/hunter/spartan on Dec 4, 2005 7:05:09 GMT -5
they dug in to the scrumptious food and for one whole night they did not care for the dangers that lurked around them
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Post by Skipper of Otters on Dec 15, 2005 5:52:37 GMT -5
(((Ummm...who's they, mate?))
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Post by Abbess Kipcha on Dec 15, 2005 17:25:43 GMT -5
((I think hes left the site.....))
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Post by Skipper of Otters on Dec 27, 2005 5:54:52 GMT -5
((Well, gee..that's great. And he just waltzes in an' commands me crew, eh?))
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