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Chapter 3

The Story The Authors

Unfortunately, the true meaning of all this was difficult to discover. nonsum

It all made sense to Lassie, the nihilistic poodle. Yes, the forest was on fire and the jello went bad and cancer was spreading like newly sprouted grass. Life is about dancing to your own personal boom-boom, whether it be chasing your tail or licking the wounds of the soon to be departed. Pindar or Gore Vidal would record the recipe for Vashondra's martinis just as June Lockheart had done for Campbell's soup. Sturm und Drang until the candle is silenced and we realize we are idiots telling a tale signifying nothing. elixer of waste

But then cam the wolfy mighty hero Acer and he aced too fast. He split the forest into two but just raising his one hand up above his head. And later as he went on gazing the forest, he saw some tiny miny angels that fell from the edge of the stars. He just caught them on time and saved their lives. So they thanked them with a kiss on the chick and said bye bye. Here comes a lullaby he thought. Just my taste. Mert Bicakci

At that lovely moment, the big crazy gray wolf comes to appearance. He screams to Acer, the wolfy mighty hero. Acer turns to him and screams back. So the big crazy gray wolf says "Yes, man. You are a real wolfy mighty hero of this forest!". toygar

Janice finished reading the last page and closed the book. She enjoyed reading her autobiography, so much so, that she read it at least once a month. But this time, something was missing. There seemed to be a huge gap in her story. She could vividly remember Kristi's funeral, the search for the perfect apple pie, the abusive Zsa Zsa Gabor, traveling to another planet with exploding squirrels and then traveling through time back to earth in the brilliant Joel's improvised chewing gum space ship. But suddenly, it was no longer in the book. Could she have been dreaming? Or was someone messing with her mind? Worse yet, someone could have been tampering with her book! Sandy

Just Then Nurse Mary Walked In And Loudly Proclaimed That Recreation Time Was Over, And "Lights Out" Was In Three Minutes. Janice Shuffled Back To Her Room And Took Her Place On Her Bed. The Plastic Sheets Were Cold, As Someone Had Left The Window Open. The Guards Didn't Worry Much About Open Windows Because Most Of The Patients Were Rather Old And Senile, And Their Bodies Weren't What They Used To Be. Plus The Bars Rather Discouraged Any Sane Attempt At Getting Out. Janice Had Stolen A Knitting Needle From Arts And Crafts Once, But She Couldn't Pry Them Loose. That Was All In The Past Though. Janice Hadn't Tried To Escape For The Last Three Years. Nothing Mattered Anymore. Soon Nurse Mary Would Come In And Strap Her Down, And She Would Drift Off Into A Blissfull Sleep, High On Meds And Funky Brain Signals. Jesse

But nurse Mary wouldn't be strapping her down tonight. Unbeknownst to Janice, someone had already slit the old woman's throat. A shadow appeared in the doorway of Janice's padded cell. "Good evening Nurse Mary. You better strap me down good and tight tonight." Janice said submissively. "Nurse Mary won't be strapping you down anymore." said the shadowy figure in the doorway. Janice recognised the voice from her past. "Janice," said the shadowy figure, "I'm so disappointed in you. You used to be in such control of your life. How could you let yourself go like this?" Janice turned to look at the person in the shadows, squinting as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. "Oh my God!" Janice gasped. "It's you!" cuddles

And the wily dentist stepped forward from the shadows, brandishing his nitrous oxide tank and grinning maniacally. "Ooohh, that looks like a bad one, Janice," he said. "I think that's going to have to come out." He brought out the drill from behind him and it buzzed threateningly, nearing her frontal lobe . . . yup

Then, hardly percievable to the naked eye, a small infectious germ leaped upon the drill, as the drill came, closer, closer, closer to her mouth.... none

but, in the end, nothing much happened, because like all good fairy tales that must end up happily ever after, Janice woke up, and found herself same and sound in her pink satin sheets, perfumed lightly with the scent of lavendar. Julia

The Story	The Authors
Unfortunately, the true meaning of all this was difficult to discover.	nonsum
It all made sense to Lassie, the nihilistic poodle. Yes, the forest was on fire and the jello went bad and cancer was spreading like newly sprouted grass. Life is about dancing to your own personal boom-boom, whether it be chasing your tail or licking the wounds of the soon to be departed. Pindar or Gore Vidal would record the recipe for Vashondra's martinis just as June Lockheart had done for Campbell's soup. Sturm und Drang until the candle is silenced and we realize we are idiots telling a tale signifying nothing.	elixer of waste
But then cam the wolfy mighty hero Acer and he aced too fast. He split the forest into two but just raising his one hand up above his head. And later as he went on gazing the forest, he saw some tiny miny angels that fell from the edge of the stars. He just caught them on time and saved their lives. So they thanked them with a kiss on the chick and said bye bye. Here comes a lullaby he thought. Just my taste.	Mert Bicakci
At that lovely moment, the big crazy gray wolf comes to appearance. He screams to Acer, the wolfy mighty hero. Acer turns to him and screams back. So the big crazy gray wolf says "Yes, man. You are a real wolfy mighty hero of this forest!".	toygar
Janice finished reading the last page and closed the book. She enjoyed reading her autobiography, so much so, that she read it at least once a month. But this time, something was missing. There seemed to be a huge gap in her story. She could vividly remember Kristi's funeral, the search for the perfect apple pie, the abusive Zsa Zsa Gabor, traveling to another planet with exploding squirrels and then traveling through time back to earth in the brilliant Joel's improvised chewing gum space ship. But suddenly, it was no longer in the book. Could she have been dreaming? Or was someone messing with her mind? Worse yet, someone could have been tampering with her book!	Sandy
Just Then Nurse Mary Walked In And Loudly Proclaimed That Recreation Time Was Over, And "Lights Out" Was In Three Minutes. Janice Shuffled Back To Her Room And Took Her Place On Her Bed. The Plastic Sheets Were Cold, As Someone Had Left The Window Open. The Guards Didn't Worry Much About Open Windows Because Most Of The Patients Were Rather Old And Senile, And Their Bodies Weren't What They Used To Be. Plus The Bars Rather Discouraged Any Sane Attempt At Getting Out. Janice Had Stolen A Knitting Needle From Arts And Crafts Once, But She Couldn't Pry Them Loose. That Was All In The Past Though. Janice Hadn't Tried To Escape For The Last Three Years. Nothing Mattered Anymore. Soon Nurse Mary Would Come In And Strap Her Down, And She Would Drift Off Into A Blissfull Sleep, High On Meds And Funky Brain Signals.	Jesse
But nurse Mary wouldn't be strapping her down tonight. Unbeknownst to Janice, someone had already slit the old woman's throat. A shadow appeared in the doorway of Janice's padded cell. "Good evening Nurse Mary. You better strap me down good and tight tonight." Janice said submissively. "Nurse Mary won't be strapping you down anymore." said the shadowy figure in the doorway. Janice recognised the voice from her past. "Janice," said the shadowy figure, "I'm so disappointed in you. You used to be in such control of your life. How could you let yourself go like this?" Janice turned to look at the person in the shadows, squinting as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. "Oh my God!" Janice gasped. "It's you!"	cuddles
And the wily dentist stepped forward from the shadows, brandishing his nitrous oxide tank and grinning maniacally. "Ooohh, that looks like a bad one, Janice," he said. "I think that's going to have to come out." He brought out the drill from behind him and it buzzed threateningly, nearing her frontal lobe . . .	yup
Then, hardly percievable to the naked eye, a small infectious germ leaped upon the drill, as the drill came, closer, closer, closer to her mouth....	none
but, in the end, nothing much happened, because like all good fairy tales that must end up happily ever after, Janice woke up, and found herself same and sound in her pink satin sheets, perfumed lightly with the scent of lavendar.	Julia

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