Our hero stood up gingerly. No bones broken then, he knocked his head painfully against the low roof of the dimly lit hut where he was lying and stepped out the door into what appeared to be an Amazonian rain forest. Friar Tuck looked up and smiled “you’re awake”. “Where am I?” said LJS curtly. “No need to be tetchy” said Friar Tuck, nettled. He smiled beatifically while surreptitiously scratching a scabrous limb “you’re in the Amazonian rain forest, Heather thought it would be best for you, you’ve been having a nice nap for, oh, about 3 months”. Friar Tuck laughed sinisterly, it was a new speciality and something he had been practising in the long wet afternoons. LJS gasped “But Pog and Bobble….” “They’ve been taken care of” said Friar Tuck and he gave his sinister laugh another outing. “Why have you taken me here, what is Heather’s dastardly plan?” “Now, now” said Friar Tuck soothingly “is that any way to talk about one who is our benefactress; sit down and let me explain”.
on 03 April 2005 at 04:10
“tetchy” is not in my dictionary, let alone my vocabulary. But I pick nits. At least I haven’t been taken care of.
HJB, in a good way? Bobble, yes, I would worry if I were you, but at least you don’t pick nits. 
on 05 April 2005 at 09:32
yes, in a very good way. I was out walking and decided to go home and write a piece and then you did it….the power of thought!
on 11 April 2005 at 10:46
Where am I? What have you done to me? Why do I own a flowery top and a Ghost dress?
I think I’ve been brainwashed.
on 18 April 2005 at 19:55
Well, you might be and then again, things could be taking a sinister turn…
