<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17869135</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:00:58.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never-Ending Story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://write101-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17869135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://write101-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167025004691595557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EteLf-qJeFM/SbRaH-2IP2I/AAAAAAAAAms/bEI7P6mTG8A/S220/JSsml.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17869135.post-112933198403910715</id><published>2005-10-14T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T18:26:24.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday, January 18, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="110601044489691682"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Never-Ending Story ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Never-Ending Story has been running for the past few years at Write101, but now it's time to drag Dr Morgenes, his wife Maria, his mother-in-law, the enigmatic Father Wetherly, the actress and adventuress Virburnia Hedgerow, the Evil Giant Gerbil and Elvis into the world of the Blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just scroll down to the end and click the Comments button to add your tuppence worth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me now as we follow the trials and tribulations of our reluctant hero ... and feel free to invite your like-minded mates to help Dr Morgenes find his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of the Encounter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Give your first name, city and country after your contribution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whenever the Muse moves you, you can add your tuppence worth to the tale, so bookmark the page and check back regularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Limit yourself to 5 - 10 lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It goes without saying that the story that unfolds will be top quality (i.e. play nicely, boys and girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Always leave the next writer somewhere to go with the story ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then gird up your loins, pack a cut lunch and let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first sentence from Nick in Brisbane (Australia):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Morgenes drew his cloak high upon his shoulders and paused momentarily before stepping abruptly from the building's entrance into the storm. Without a backwards glance he hurried into the gloom, anxious to be away from this place, to be in the warmth and comfort of his own chambers. The Doctor considered the bleakness of the night. No-one walked the streets. The only sound was ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comments"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110626356171363126"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6464089"&gt;Perrorist&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;The only sound was the racing water in the gutter. As he pressed on, head down, he almost failed to see the looming presence of a man standing in his path. He checked his stride, thinking to step around the obstacle, but the man also moved and the Doctor was brought up sharp by a heavy hand pressed against his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110626356171363126"&gt;Fri Jan 21, 09:26:01 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110626356171363126"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110626370881009957"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6464089"&gt;Perrorist&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;(Apologies for not adding my name, city, etc.)Perry, Tumbi Umbi, NSW, Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110626370881009957"&gt;Fri Jan 21, 09:28:28 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110626370881009957"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110626506484383696"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6464635"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;The sound was the pour of the pounding rain on the wet pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110626506484383696"&gt;Fri Jan 21, 09:51:04 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110626506484383696"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110626744483121917"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;"I see you are a doctor" said the mysterious stranger. "Perhaps you can help me - I seem to have this heavy hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110626744483121917"&gt;Fri Jan 21, 10:30:44 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110626744483121917"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110628329993001595"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;With obvious effort he raised his right hand -- and Doctor Morgenes saw to his horror that it was composed, not of ordinary flesh and blood, but of some black metallic substance that glistened in the rain. Julian, Victoria, BC, Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110628329993001595"&gt;Fri Jan 21, 02:54:59 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110628329993001595"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110628371797423367"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/4972643"&gt;Kirti&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;The only sound was the dripping of raindrops on the road and a faint voice. It was dark; the light of lamppost was dime. Doctor Morgenes was conscious and trying to recognize the sound behind him. He turns his head very fast, so that his follower could not hide. He was surprised to find no one. But when he step further he heard the same voice. The voice was now a little clear. The voice was of a man. The man was…………………I am Kirti Sharma from Delhi, India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110628371797423367"&gt;Fri Jan 21, 03:01:57 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110628371797423367"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110630142470774696"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6474482"&gt;KarenLou&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;the voice in his head telling him "your a fool, you should have finished the job whilst you had the chance".KarenLou Sydney Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110630142470774696"&gt;Fri Jan 21, 07:57:04 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110630142470774696"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110631686640864006"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;“Man!” Exclaimed the Doctor, ”what’s wrong with your hand?”“Nothing wrong”, said the mysterious stranger, “I just happen to believe in self improvement.”Putting the other hand in a pocket he retrieved a small packet…Mauro from Rome, Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110631686640864006"&gt;Sat Jan 22, 12:14:26 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110631686640864006"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110632433602126979"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;"What is this?" inquired Morgenes.The stranger gave him a quirky smile, leaned closer and whispered,"Everything you need to know is in this packet. Guard it with your life."George, Indiana, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110632433602126979"&gt;Sat Jan 22, 02:18:56 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110632433602126979"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110633610016747916"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;The doctor turned the packet over in his hands."Dude, this is Sweet N Low!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110633610016747916"&gt;Sat Jan 22, 05:35:00 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110633610016747916"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110633619456215049"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Shoot, sorry. Joyce, New Alexandria, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110633619456215049"&gt;Sat Jan 22, 05:36:34 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110633619456215049"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110634901913931523"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/5643001"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"I meant to give you this packet ..." and so saying, the mysterious stranger placed an odd shaped box, wrapped in black velvet and secured with fraying ribbon, in the doctor's hands. Then, with a horrified look into the darkness behind Dr Morgenes, he ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110634901913931523"&gt;Sat Jan 22, 09:10:19 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110634901913931523"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110635028484477644"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6489620"&gt;Ceridwen&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;Then, with a horrified look into the darkness behind Dr Morgenes, the man groaned and raised his hand to face. Dr Morgenes watched in fascination as the figure before him began to disappear, melting into the pavement, until there was nothing left but ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110635028484477644"&gt;Sat Jan 22, 09:31:24 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110635028484477644"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110635039848933531"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6489620"&gt;Ceridwen&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;This post has been removed by the author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110635039848933531"&gt;Sat Jan 22, 09:33:18 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110635039848933531"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110635048686947896"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6489620"&gt;Ceridwen&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;The above was from Sydney, Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110635048686947896"&gt;Sat Jan 22, 09:34:46 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110635048686947896"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110642241866241362"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;all that was left was a small pool of green jelly, seeping into the cracks between the paving stones. Rapidly, Dr Morgenes scoped up a sample in a hangy sample tube he just happened to have in his inside pocket, for later analysis. Then he made his way home with his mysterious package. But just as he was putting his key into the lock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110642241866241362"&gt;Sun Jan 23, 05:33:38 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110642241866241362"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110654038646827995"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6464089"&gt;Perrorist&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;...the door was yanked open and there in front of him stood the very man he had watched melt only a few moments before.Perry, NSW, Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110654038646827995"&gt;Mon Jan 24, 02:19:46 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110654038646827995"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110659224608591218"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;"My goodness!", said Dr. Morgenes "you scared the living daylights out of me. Now would you please explain to me exactly what you want from me and why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110659224608591218"&gt;Tue Jan 25, 04:44:06 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110659224608591218"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110662446365331420"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor". He said. "I hear you are a man of great knowledge. Tell me, do you know anything about dog training with positive reinforcement?"Lindy Martin, Excelsior, MN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110662446365331420"&gt;Tue Jan 25, 01:41:03 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110662446365331420"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110664906191992934"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6474482"&gt;KarenLou&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;True to form, he slowly pulled the die from his pocket and cast them against the dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110664906191992934"&gt;Tue Jan 25, 08:31:01 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110664906191992934"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110665434392015930"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6474482"&gt;KarenLou&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;THe hairs on the back of the stranger's neck bristled "that cant be right" he whispered as he saw the numbers on the die..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110665434392015930"&gt;Tue Jan 25, 09:59:03 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110665434392015930"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110666070225156369"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;The topmost number on the multi-faceted die was "17". The same number as was tatooed on to the strange man's arm."My name is Mobius" the man declared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110666070225156369"&gt;Tue Jan 25, 11:45:02 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110666070225156369"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110684421502152597"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;"As in Mobius strip? Twisted yet connected?" The Doctor asked, seemingly casually. He was interested and curious, yet wanted a straight answer. TheresaCarl Junction, MO, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110684421502152597"&gt;Fri Jan 28, 02:43:35 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110684421502152597"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110686676528360016"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6464089"&gt;Perrorist&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"I don't find that amusing, Doctor, nor suggestions that I'm related to Mobius Dickus." The stranger cleared his throat before continuing. "I came to ask for your help with my hound. He used to be my best hunting dog but now he's become..." his eyes glistened with an involuntary tear, "...a vegan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110686676528360016"&gt;Fri Jan 28, 08:59:25 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110686676528360016"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110688718567122231"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;The doctor paused, gave a slight cough, and adjusted his spectacles. Gathering his composure he responded; "A vegan? Indeed. Does he wear fur?"-Lindy Martin Excelsior, Minnesota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110688718567122231"&gt;Fri Jan 28, 02:39:45 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110688718567122231"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110690035698988052"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;that of a man lurking in the shadows. He awaits carefully for the doctor to pass his alley, the veins on forehead a-jitter as the bitter rain continues to lick his rough, rugged English face.-PatrickBinan, Laguna, Philippines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110690035698988052"&gt;Fri Jan 28, 06:19:16 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110690035698988052"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110691601095524562"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;"Fur?" repeated Mobius. He glanced over his shoulder then whispered, "Doctor, I thought we were using the Gamma code. Shouldn't your answer be leather?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110691601095524562"&gt;Fri Jan 28, 10:40:10 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110691601095524562"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110691611473566290"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Above from JaceSunshine Coast, Qld. Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110691611473566290"&gt;Fri Jan 28, 10:41:54 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110691611473566290"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110691632826280001"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor coughed an apology. "I had to be sure, you understand. Now give me the full message."The Big Roar Brisbane Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110691632826280001"&gt;Fri Jan 28, 10:45:28 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110691632826280001"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110691634111258538"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;"No" replied Mobius. "I mean Vegan as in from the planet Vega". He returned from there in a flying saucer two nights ago. He is endowed with strange powers. Not only can he talk, he can also convert matter." As he said this Mobius raised his heavy hand over his head and brought it crashing down on the table before him."He can also perform body piercings and tatoos", Mobius continued, indicating the number on his arm and then pointing to his chest where the nipple rings were visible through his rain-soaked shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110691634111258538"&gt;Fri Jan 28, 10:45:41 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110691634111258538"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110691678858299765"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;"The dog has changed his diet and needs help. A new collar will be required."Dr Morgenes staggered backwards as his visitor dissapeared through the doorway."So it has come to this," the Doctor said to himself. He closed and locked the door, then pressed a hidden button in the plaster molding of the wall and opened...kiddywinksNoosa HeadsQueensland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110691678858299765"&gt;Fri Jan 28, 10:53:08 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110691678858299765"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110691749576708391"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;... a large cupboard holding a giant computer screen and other electronic equipment. The Dr pulled out a stool and sat at the keyboard. Soon his fingers were drumming out a message,RufusAustralia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110691749576708391"&gt;Fri Jan 28, 11:04:55 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110691749576708391"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110695146317464546"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/5643001"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;The screen showed a series of odd dots and dashes."Hmmm ... must be in code," the doctor thought, and he watched as the screen filled with this strange device:.... .. -- ..- --What could it mean? Why was this visitor from the planet Vega here? Was that fake leather on a Vegan or ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110695146317464546"&gt;Sat Jan 29, 08:31:03 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110695146317464546"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110697691213683643"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the weight in Morgenes' pocket drew his attention. The box! Of course--what answers would it hold? He untied the ribbon, slipped off the velvet cover, and slowly, gingerly opened the lid. Inside sparkled a tiny pink vinyl dog collar, studded with white rhinestones. The gold-plated heart-shaped i.d. tag was delicately ingraved with the name "Chainsaw."-Lindy Martin, Excelsior, MN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110697691213683643"&gt;Sat Jan 29, 03:35:12 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110697691213683643"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110713701245626097"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor sneezed. He blew his nose and scratched his left arm with his right hand without thinking. It was still itching, so he scratched some more. He looked down at his arm and saw spreading red blotch. It was only then that he remembered - he was allergic to dogs.Sonny, Philadelphia, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110713701245626097"&gt;Mon Jan 31, 12:03:32 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110713701245626097"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110714670351309262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;As his throat started to swell shut, Dr Morgenes whipped out an epipen and injected himself in the thigh with the life-saving antidote. "Curses! Why didn't I spend my flex money on allergy shots?" He muttered to himself. Brandishing his cellphone, he speed-dialed the pharmacy and left a prescription request on the voicemail for steroids and an antihistamine. After a brief trip through the pharmacy drive-thru where the staff gasped at his bloodshot eyes and spreading hives, the doctor was off to the local animal shelter to pursue a hunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110714670351309262"&gt;Mon Jan 31, 02:45:03 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110714670351309262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110714689633524041"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Above from Lindy Martin, Excelsior, Mn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110714689633524041"&gt;Mon Jan 31, 02:48:16 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110714689633524041"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110739155260989086"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/5643001"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"Let's see," he muttered to himself as he drove through the storm, "a box tied with ribbon ... Mobius ... an allergy to dogs ... a strange visitor from Vegan ... "What next? People returning from unexplained absences with mysterious scars across their foreheads?" And so saying he lifted his hand to his head and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110739155260989086"&gt;Thu Feb 03, 10:45:52 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110739155260989086"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110741206874168890"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;felt a small scar on his left temple in the exact shape of a pawprint.-Lindy Martin, Excelsior, MN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110741206874168890"&gt;Thu Feb 03, 04:27:48 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110741206874168890"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110753801805502679"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/1832904"&gt;Alcareru&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly the forehead, but still a strange scar on his head, all the same. He arrives at the animal shelter, and sprints to the door to get out of the rain. He mistimes it and crashes through, sprawling on the floor awkwardly. "Can I help you"? asks the rather bemused young woman who had just witnessed his dynamic entry. "I'm after a hunch," says the good doctor...John Mahony, Paris, France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110753801805502679"&gt;Sat Feb 05, 03:26:58 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110753801805502679"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110780498410948294"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"Lunch ?" she said, without surprise. "Lunch is served in the room next door. But you do realise that this is a Vegan restaurant ?" And with that, she disappeared. Dr Morgenes poked his head into the next room and saw...Liliane, Montataire, France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110780498410948294"&gt;Tue Feb 08, 05:36:24 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110780498410948294"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110801856475654486"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;A poster for the original Jerry Lewis version of "The Nutty Professor". "What on earth is that doing in an animal shelter?" He thought to himself. Unless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110801856475654486"&gt;Thu Feb 10, 04:56:04 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110801856475654486"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110801865391022891"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;The above was from Lindy Martin, Excelsior, Minnesota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110801865391022891"&gt;Thu Feb 10, 04:57:33 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110801865391022891"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110808275132011496"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6929616"&gt;K. B.&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;The Good Doctor walked to the information counter. "I'm looking for a Hunch." He asked the stunningly beautiful woman claiming to be privy to information. "We haven't had one of those in stock for years," she demurred, "have you checked at exotic pet stores? Of course you do realize the importation of hunches has been banned for a year now, the best you can do is get a pre-owned one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110808275132011496"&gt;Fri Feb 11, 10:45:51 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110808275132011496"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110808324514496521"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6929616"&gt;K. B.&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;the above was from K&gt;B&gt; from the north in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110808324514496521"&gt;Fri Feb 11, 10:54:05 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110808324514496521"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110813189415511354"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bubblegirl.net/"&gt;Season BubbleGirl &lt;/a&gt;said...&lt;br /&gt;"You silly woman!" the doctor complained. "Buy a hearing aid - I said hunch!"The woman blinked suprise. "I will not punch anyone, nor cheer them for doing so!"The doctor wanted to strangle her, but instead.....Season BubbleGirl - Adelaide, Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110813189415511354"&gt;Sat Feb 12, 12:24:54 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110813189415511354"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110820107567001711"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;Instead he patted her on the head and gave her a dog biscuit. 'I think I'll go get something to eat,' he said, walking into the other room. 'Sausage, chips and beans,' he said to the Afganhound behind the counter. But when he looked at his plate, he was horrified to see...Liliane, Montataire, France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110820107567001711"&gt;Sat Feb 12, 07:37:55 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110820107567001711"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110828085995699876"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bubblegirl.net/"&gt;Season BubbleGirl&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;More dog biscuits! How infuriating it was to be stuck in limbo in a small, smelly surgery. He should've been getting ready to take his nephew to the circus.Adelaide, Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110828085995699876"&gt;Sun Feb 13, 05:47:39 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110828085995699876"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110834859836967635"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/5643001"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit him! He remembered why that ribbon around the mysterious package had looked so familiar. He'd seen one just like it the last time he went to the circus! It belonged to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110834859836967635"&gt;Mon Feb 14, 12:36:38 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110834859836967635"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110839209379528812"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;it belonged to Bozo, the one-legged elephant man ! He used to tie it round his...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110839209379528812"&gt;Tue Feb 15, 12:41:33 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110839209379528812"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110847744682143548"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bubblegirl.net/"&gt;Season BubbleGirl&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;stump to remind him to stop teasing the bearded lady. He wondered if he could apologise by giving her the package. Anything to calm down the ferocious female. He picked up his nephew and....Adelaide, Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110847744682143548"&gt;Wed Feb 16, 12:24:06 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110847744682143548"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110853178970020185"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;K, B. USA&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"Oh right," He reminded himself, "I must find a very rare hairless hunch. The Only dog I'm not allergic to, from the wilds of Brookland." Now if the shelter has none perhaps I should advertize!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110853178970020185"&gt;Wed Feb 16, 03:29:49 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110853178970020185"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110860408678695694"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/5643001"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;With his nephew tugging at his sleeve and asking, "Are we there yet?" the doctor scribbled his ad: 'Wanted: rare hairless hunch for man allergic to ...' but suddenly there was a blood-curdling roar from behind the half-opened door and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110860408678695694"&gt;Thu Feb 17, 11:34:46 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110860408678695694"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110929680561205533"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MK, Monterey, CA, USA said...&lt;br /&gt;Recognizing the yell as one he had heard when he was in the mountains of Uzbekistan, Dr M turned to face the door and slowly moved his nephew, Beau Geste-Jones, into the protection of a nearby closet. As he carefully slid along the wall towards the door from whence emanated the spine chilling roar, the Doctor realized with shock and terror that from behind him came…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110929680561205533"&gt;Fri Feb 25, 12:00:05 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110929680561205533"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110934565006969731"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bubblegirl.net/"&gt;Season BubbleGirl&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;the bearded lady. Her large arms pushed opened the closet, after she heard the door squeak as it slowly closed."Please doctor, help me - it itches!"From my bubble, Adelaide, Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110934565006969731"&gt;Sat Feb 26, 01:34:10 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110934565006969731"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110969613188618860"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MK, Monterey, CA said...&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor replied “I see you have been playing in the lion cage for that is the only place you could have gotten those Africanus Crabbis on your beard. The only known cure is to shave immediately before they eat into your skin and...And before the doctor could finish his statement the bearded lady grabbed a blade from the passing sword swallower and shaved off her beard, sideburns and mustache.When the doctor saw her clean face he said “I know you…you’re the missing aviatrix Amelia Earhart who disappeared over the Pacific in 1937! How did you…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c110969613188618860"&gt;Wed Mar 02, 02:55:31 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=110969613188618860"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111039591043276312"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave W Sacramento, CA said...&lt;br /&gt;. . . before the doctor could say another word, he was astonished to see a tall, slender, white man step out of the shadows.Not white in the sense of caucasion, but white as in albino. The doctor also noticed that the man had a condition known as 'alopecia,' and wondered . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111039591043276312"&gt;Thu Mar 10, 05:18:30 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111039591043276312"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111049771447982214"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7529635"&gt;Buck&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;and wondered how it came to be that the man was wearing a pink vinyl dog collar with white rhinestones just like the one he now carried in his coat pocket. The only difference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111049771447982214"&gt;Fri Mar 11, 09:35:14 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111049771447982214"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111050056980612828"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/5643001"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;... was that the collar in his pocket was ... But before the doctor could finish his thought, he was interrupted by a powerful shove from behind. Dusting himself off, he stood to see his nephew, Beau Geste-Jones, being dragged from the room by the last person he expected to see. "You!" he exclaimed."Yes," said ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111050056980612828"&gt;Fri Mar 11, 10:22:49 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111050056980612828"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111073940960684507"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ca,%20usa/"&gt;Elaine&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;His clone, unless it was an unlikely long-lost twin, stood still. His eyes, one blue and one brown, held the same astonished look of the doctor's own blue/brown eyes. "Who are you?" they stuttered simultaneously in the same husky voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111073940960684507"&gt;Mon Mar 14, 04:43:29 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111073940960684507"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111076651178669795"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/5643001"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"Hugh?" said the doctor, "Who's Hugh.""I remember Hugh," said his clone, "in fact, there'll never Be another Hugh ..." But before this odd man could burst into song, Dr Morgenes beat him to it, with a touching rendition of "Send in the Clones ... there ought to be clones ... "And as if on cue, he felt not one but two tugs on his sleeve and was astonished to look down and see ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111076651178669795"&gt;Mon Mar 14, 12:15:11 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111076651178669795"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111078466885144780"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ca/"&gt;Elaine&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;a couple of Oz munchkins who sang: "follow the yellow brick road, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the yellow brick road. The doctor found he was wearing ruby slippers and felt compelled to link arms with his clone and merrily skip down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111078466885144780"&gt;Mon Mar 14, 05:17:48 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111078466885144780"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111089075734917619"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xtel, Melbourne, Australia said...&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Dorothy and Toto appeared over the rise. "Ah," said Dr M, "Toto, I have just the thing for you." Reaching into his pocket, Dr M pulled out the pink collar with the white rhinestones. He presented it to Toto, who said ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111089075734917619"&gt;Tue Mar 15, 10:45:57 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111089075734917619"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111094282124895286"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ca,%20usa/"&gt;Elaine&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff which was taken to mean: "Rhinestones, you want to give me rhinestones? Hello! this is the EMERALD City you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111094282124895286"&gt;Wed Mar 16, 01:13:41 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111094282124895286"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111102098261322731"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MK in Monterey said...&lt;br /&gt;Just in time for Saint Patrick's Day too! I bet there will be a good party in the Emerald City. If only we had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111102098261322731"&gt;Thu Mar 17, 10:56:22 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111102098261322731"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111102358174626930"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/5643001"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;... a plot!"You know," he said, "just a wee gort or achadh to pop in a few taties."But as he mentioned the Irish word for an arable field, Dr Morgenes had a flash of memory ... "Gort," he muttered, "I once knew a girl called Gort ... or was that Gert?""Her father was the one who originally gave me the ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111102358174626930"&gt;Thu Mar 17, 11:39:41 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111102358174626930"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111111515289775136"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MK, Monterey said...&lt;br /&gt;...wait a minute. Her name was Gert and the butler was Gort. He was a tall quit man who wore the most unusual uniform, almost like a metal jump suit. And her father gave me the secret password of "Klatu Barada Niktoe", but now I can’t remember what it was for. He was always a little distant, like he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111111515289775136"&gt;Fri Mar 18, 01:05:52 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111111515289775136"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111125270733656040"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://california/"&gt;Elaine&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;was California dreaming. He imagined Gert marrying Gort, who, with accent and muscles bulging through his tailored jumpsuit, would have no problem taking over the state, and maybe some day the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111125270733656040"&gt;Sun Mar 20, 03:18:27 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111125270733656040"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111125386453686214"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://california/"&gt;Elaine&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;The slogan "Klatu Barada Niktoe" would be thought to mean "Glad to buy all the Nikes to you" and would win over the majority of voters who could always use another pair of shoes. He'd tell them later he was joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111125386453686214"&gt;Sun Mar 20, 03:37:44 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111125386453686214"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111144777936688673"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MK. said...&lt;br /&gt;Vee joke not! “Klatu Barada Niktoe”…Ya...zat ist mine matto! Today Kalefornia, tomawrow zee Vhite House. Un zen, I zee mineself valking down ze Champs Eleyse. Ya…Ve half dun zat before and.. Excuse me, I have a call from…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111144777936688673"&gt;Tue Mar 22, 09:29:39 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111144777936688673"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111144905271624449"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/5643001"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;... "Amanda Linn! After all zese years ... Iz eet really you?" And with that, Gert's father looked off into the distance and his eyes took on the dreamy look as of a man dreaming of a damsel with a dulcimer or a guitar ... but not one of those funny little things that Amanda used to strum."My dear, eet's zo good to hear vrom you. But tell me ... what ov Gort? Does he still ...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111144905271624449"&gt;Tue Mar 22, 09:50:52 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111144905271624449"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111161101423724775"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7529635"&gt;Buck&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;vant to be a ztormtrooper like my grandfather, or just wear the uniform?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111161101423724775"&gt;Thu Mar 24, 06:50:14 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111161101423724775"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111164749718303675"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://california/"&gt;Elaine&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;No, not since the old days of beer and steroids. Now, he spends his evenings digging up the basement. I tell him that if he likes to make holes he should take up golf like a normal ruler, but he says that he's on an an urgent mission that will change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111164749718303675"&gt;Thu Mar 24, 04:58:17 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111164749718303675"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111178554574127667"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7529635"&gt;Buck&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;bovine manure into happy meals... Ahh happy thought the doctor. He realized it had been years since he'd been truly happy; not since his days at the university when he would dance in the park with daisies in his hair...Suddenly, this thought was broken when a loud crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111178554574127667"&gt;Sat Mar 26, 07:19:05 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111178554574127667"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111194546189839190"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gus said...&lt;br /&gt;The spash of water as his shoes hit the puddles, and the sound of his voice "Cabbie!", "Cabbie!".Gus, Texas, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111194546189839190"&gt;Mon Mar 28, 03:44:21 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111194546189839190"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111205553743930086"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://california/"&gt;Elaine&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Mister, ya think I'm deaf? You wanna cab, get in but wipe your feet. Puzzled, the doctor climbed into the backseat and the driver began weaving and beeping through rush hour traffic. "This is New York?" the doc asked. "I got no time for small talk. Where you wanna go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111205553743930086"&gt;Tue Mar 29, 10:18:57 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111205553743930086"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111294010488545683"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Dave, Sacramento, said . . . "Namaste" to the driver, noticing that he was Hindi.Just take me to the Ritz-Carlton for now, we can look for the Krispy-Kreme another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111294010488545683"&gt;Fri Apr 08, 04:01:44 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111294010488545683"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111320380242183161"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, back at the animal shelter, Beau Geste-Jones and the one-time bearded lady were finishing the dog biscuits, when the Afghan Hound came rushing in and said to them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111320380242183161"&gt;Mon Apr 11, 05:16:42 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111320380242183161"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111347682314469878"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"Wow ! It's taking you a long time to respond !! Do I have to write this story all by myself ? Follow me !" And so saying, he lead them down the stairs behind the counter and into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111347682314469878"&gt;Thu Apr 14, 09:07:03 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111347682314469878"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111362748351297894"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://california/"&gt;Elaine&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;a station, lit like a radioactive papaya. Advancing metal screamed on rails. Dog howled. Beau and Lady caught some smoky words curling overhead "... another dimension... a.. land... of imagination. Next stop, the Twilight Zone!" Then a train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111362748351297894"&gt;Sat Apr 16, 02:58:03 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111362748351297894"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111396439631298294"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://invisiblog.com/bf20dea617301d2a/"&gt;paedophile&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;exploded close by. It is not possible to get on it any more, and the few survivors who managed to get off the train were in flames.Paedophile, Lima City, Republic of Lima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111396439631298294"&gt;Wed Apr 20, 12:33:16 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111396439631298294"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111405210819390213"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://invisiblog.com/bf20dea617301d2a"&gt;Paedophile&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;More bombs showered from the black helicopters of Ratzinger's men. The people in the waggon for naturists were very frightened. Among them was ...Paedophile, Lima City, Republic of Lima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111405210819390213"&gt;Thu Apr 21, 12:55:08 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111405210819390213"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111418517962626801"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;A naked Rottweiller, chained to a quivering lump of jelly. "Uncle !" cried the young Jones, "how did you get here ?""You're never going to believe this," replied the terrified Doctor - for Morgenes it was, in shivering person - "but a passing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111418517962626801"&gt;Sat Apr 23, 01:52:59 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111418517962626801"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111474423299000971"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7559143"&gt;LaineWest&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;taxi took me to New York's Central Park. There I encountered Sam, a jolly fellow, who ran a dog and pony show. We decided that I'd teach his horse, Nelly, to hoof out algebraic equations. Sam's tightrope walking terriers always kept the crowd interested, but it got bored when the horse merely hoof-counted to 200. Once Nelly caught onto polynomial equations, the show was a big hit. The professor patted the rotweiller and said, "Gustav passed the hat." All went well until&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111474423299000971"&gt;Fri Apr 29, 01:10:32 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111474423299000971"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111478939152360501"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://writing_here.pitas.com/"&gt;fiction_scribe&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"All went well until the Boston Red Sox won game 4 against the Yankees. I didn't think things could get worse, then the election results came in and . . ."Suddenly Doctor Morgenes was speechless when he saw Maria for the first time in what seemed like forever. She was drop dead gorgeous in a blacker than black strapless slinky silky vintage Isabelle Gearhart formal evening gown that left little of her hourglass figure to the imagination while contrasting nicely with her pale skin and floor-length wavey blonde hair. He thought, she's always dressed to kill while I'm always dressed to panhandle.Handing him a fat manila envelope, Maria said, "here's the papers. I just got back from Vegas and we're no longer married. I have to be who I was born to be. Virburnia and I are moving to Boston and buying a condo together. Since it's now legal in Massachusetts, we're going to . . .(fiction_scribe - Deep in the Heart of Texas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111478939152360501"&gt;Sat Apr 30, 01:43:11 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111478939152360501"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111489986820283370"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://california/"&gt;Elaine&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;open a belly dancing studio right after we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111489986820283370"&gt;Sun May 01, 08:24:28 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111489986820283370"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111501789886431043"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;Right after we've crossed the Sahara on a camel with no name, to find Sheik el Wadi-wadi's secredt recipe for bionic mint tea - you know, the one that makes you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111501789886431043"&gt;Mon May 02, 05:11:38 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111501789886431043"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111538891411064559"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://writing_here.pitas.com/"&gt;fiction_scribe in Texas&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;you know, the one that makes you glow in the dark. Then we will continue our roundabout trip to the capital of Red Sox Nation via Uzbekistan's Ferghana Valley. We will be stopping in Kokand, along the historic Silk Road, to buy some beautiful multi-colored silk and some . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111538891411064559"&gt;Sat May 07, 12:15:14 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111538891411064559"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111543840479858474"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SOLONAR said...&lt;br /&gt;some other stuff which I cannot tell you about or I would have to kill you, if you really want to know.."I raised my hands in front of myself, "NO NO NO NO NO, that's fine!" I sqeeked. I tried to stuff the fat envelope into a pocket as I started to back away from her. "You go right ahead with Virburnia and your camel riding. I gotta go, now." I turned and...SOLONAR, HARTFORD,WI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111543840479858474"&gt;Sat May 07, 02:00:04 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111543840479858474"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111547864816212521"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7559143"&gt;LaineWest&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;there, on the horizon, was an army of camel riders galloping towards us. Heading them was the whitest man I've ever seen, and even from that distance I could see the blaze of Peter O'Toole's blue eyes reflecting off the metal of his raised saber. "Cut, cut," I screamed as they overtook us. "You fool, this is no movie," the actor roared, looking crazy as Jack Nicholson in "The Shining." Afraid I was about to both literally and figuratively lose my head, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111547864816212521"&gt;Sun May 08, 01:10:48 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111547864816212521"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111598565822945769"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;I..." Morgenes broke off his soliloquy, looking confused. "That's as maybe," brayed Maria, looking tough. "I don wanna know. just sign these papers, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111598565822945769"&gt;Fri May 13, 10:00:58 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111598565822945769"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111655869389881809"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;the constant pelting rain, which now soaked his bare head. Stepping off the curb, his shoes filled with muddy water. Dr. Morgenes tried hailing a cab, but no such luck. After walking seven blocks he finally got inside and stripped himself for a hot shower. A small whimpering sound stopped him in his tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111655869389881809"&gt;Fri May 20, 01:11:33 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111655869389881809"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111660478225144137"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"Funny," he said, "I'm sure I've been been here before, however...""Ah," said a tiny voice, somewhere in the region of his big toe - the right one, that is - "ah, déjà vue ! It ain't wot it used to be !" And looking down, he saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111660478225144137"&gt;Sat May 21, 01:59:42 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111660478225144137"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111664302595022995"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7559143"&gt;LaineWest&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;a bunion big as Gérard Dépardieu's nose. "I told Maria, that wearing her high heels would ruin my feet, but she insisted." To the Doctor's surprise, the bunion replied to his mumblings. "Yes, proper fitting shoes are important but that's not why I'm here. I've come to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111664302595022995"&gt;Sat May 21, 12:37:05 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111664302595022995"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111771142884688265"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"I've come to revindicate the rights of African tomato growers on the south west coast of China ! Do you know that they're not allowed to...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111771142884688265"&gt;Thu Jun 02, 09:23:48 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111771142884688265"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111780818132870905"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/9622493"&gt;Dayle&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"...eat the tomotoes!""Really?" the Doctor was surprised. "How preposterous! Why is that, may I ask?"______DayleSouth AfricaDurban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111780818132870905"&gt;Sat Jun 04, 12:16:21 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111780818132870905"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111787245998542128"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7559143"&gt;LaineWest&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;Since traditional Chinese brides wear red instead of white, an enterprising young go-getter has decided to market the tomatoes as an alternative to rice throwing. With his profits he envisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111787245998542128"&gt;Sat Jun 04, 06:07:39 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111787245998542128"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111805300774578982"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;buying up the entire dark side of the planet mars in order to breed dogs that can see in the dark - rather like cats without the attitude." "Dogs again !" moaned the doctor, tugging on his chain. "Will I never be free of the wretched beasts ?" "Sure," said the naked Rottweiller, "all you have to do is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111805300774578982"&gt;Mon Jun 06, 08:16:47 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111805300774578982"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111806886459060916"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/9622493"&gt;Dayle&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;his gruff voice dropped to a hoarse whisper,"..you need to find is the *Mysterious Disappearing Cat*.""What?" Dr. Morgenes gasped. "I thought that was a myth!""No, indeed, I assure you, the Mysterious Disappearing Cat is very real.""Then, how do I find this mythological creature?""No!" the naked Rottweiler exclaimed in horror. "Never say Mythological creature.""Why?""Because this is no mythological creature and the Mysterious Disappearing Cat is VERY sensitive.""Okay, but I still need to find this... uh, Mysterious Disappearing Cat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111806886459060916"&gt;Tue Jun 07, 12:41:04 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111806886459060916"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111812276312899370"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7559143"&gt;LaineWest&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;The doctor scratched his head and said: "I'm don't know why I need to find him, but since you think it's urgent, we'd better try the hospitals." "Why hospitals?" growled the Rottweiler. "Because the cat is an M.D., and probably a good one," said the doctor. The most important thing one learns in medical school is to never let the patient completely comprehend a diagnosis and if pressed for info, to get called away. Hence, "mysterious and disappearing, or M.D.""Ouch," the Rottweiller had stepped on the doctor's bunion. "How are you?" asked the doctor. "I'm okay, I guess, but we've got to talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111812276312899370"&gt;Tue Jun 07, 03:39:23 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111812276312899370"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111813158412410159"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/9622493"&gt;Dayle&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"..my girlfriend.""Your what?" Dr. Morgenes frowned. "I didn't know bunions could even HAVE girlfriends.""Well, Docter, we can!" the Bunion said crossly. "She was on your other foot but then you put that cream on her and she disappeared.""But, my foot was sore!""Bunion killer." the Bunion sulked. "I want her back." The bunion had tears in it's tiny spore-like eyes."Get her back? Are you mad! There's no way to do that."The Bunion's eyes glinted evilly. "Of course there is. And, you are the only one who can get her back.""Pray tell me, how?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111813158412410159"&gt;Tue Jun 07, 06:06:24 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111813158412410159"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111815074031245929"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the bunion, clearing it's throat as if preparing for a very long speech, "you remember the mysterious stranger with the metal hand at the beginning of this story ? The one who turned into green jelly, a sample of which is still in your pocket, and which you still haven't analysed ? The one that gave you a small packet wrapped in black velvet, tied with a fraying ribbon, which you still haven't opened ? Well, I think that if you opened that packet, and you analysed that green jelly, you would find..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111815074031245929"&gt;Tue Jun 07, 11:25:40 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111815074031245929"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111822294192664993"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/9622493"&gt;Dayle&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"...her favourite hat.""Okay." Dr. Morgenes looked quizzically at his Bunion friend. "How would the hat get her back then?""No! Not get her back! It's to remember her by.""I thought you wanted her back.""I changed my mind." Bunion looked as if he were about to explode. "I can do that, you know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111822294192664993"&gt;Wed Jun 08, 07:29:01 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111822294192664993"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111832710683014488"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keychain said...&lt;br /&gt;The Rottweiler who had remained silent throughout the conversation between Bunion and the Doctor suddenly spoke."Doctor, don't listen to that Bunion, it's tricking you! Put that green unanalysed slime onto it and the Bunion will disappear.""NOO!" the Bunion screamed as the Rottweiler grabbed the green ooze from the hesitant Doctor and slapped the slime onto the Bunion.Immediately the Bunion sizzled like water on a hot stone."Bunion was a spy!" Rottweiler said nonchalantly to the wide-eyed Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111832710683014488"&gt;Fri Jun 10, 12:25:06 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111832710683014488"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111839974407346426"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"A spy," wailed the doctor, "a spy ! In my shoe ? What the hell was he spying on ? How often I change my socks ? I change them once a month, like everyone else ! What possible interest could he have in my dull little life ? I don't do anything, I don't go anywhere, I don't see anyone ! My life is so boring I sometimes feel like..." the doctor began to sob, "I sometimes feel like..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111839974407346426"&gt;Fri Jun 10, 08:35:44 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111839974407346426"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111851974582040881"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7559143"&gt;LaineWest&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;a motherless child." The doctor had the blues so pulled out his harmonica and put on sunglasses to hide his tears. As he played the dog began to howl and a passing stranger dropped a dollar on the sidewalk and asked that he pleased stop disturbing the peace. This made the doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111851974582040881"&gt;Sun Jun 12, 05:55:45 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111851974582040881"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111880630079570433"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/9545814"&gt;writing_here&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;even more upset. Doctor Morgenes reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a very old Colt revolver, spun the barrel, and pointed it at his head. Then he said, ". . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111880630079570433"&gt;Wed Jun 15, 01:31:40 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111880630079570433"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111882426576964321"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;"... I can't take it any more! When will the world learn that possessive 'its' has no apostrophe?!"And with that, he pulled the trigger. Fortunately for the good doctor, however, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111882426576964321"&gt;Wed Jun 15, 06:31:05 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111882426576964321"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111888604267043541"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7559143"&gt;LaineWest&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;the gun was really a souvenir cigarette lighter from back in the doctor's younger days when he posed as the cowboy Marlboro Man on billboards. Singeing his sideburns, the doctor threw the lighter down and looked for something to soothe his face. "Nothing like the tongue of a rottweiler," he sighed. "How silly I was, I knew I wasn't going to be shot but forgot it was a lighter. I had thought I was going to spray myself with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111888604267043541"&gt;Thu Jun 16, 11:40:42 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111888604267043541"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111892062569133189"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"chicken soup." "Never mind," said the rottweiler, licking him thoughtfully, "you taste good anyway." "Enough of that," snapped the doctor, jumping back, and wiping the rottweiler saliva from his face. "I can't hang around here for the rest of this story. I've got places to go, and people to see, and now I've got rid of that dastardly bunion spy, I'm finally free to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111892062569133189"&gt;Thu Jun 16, 09:17:05 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111892062569133189"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111901495678425230"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;"...go to the Moon!" He cried out happily, but then he remembered his Mother-in-Law from two decades ago had moved to the Moon. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea after all. But, he had always wanted to go to the moon, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111901495678425230"&gt;Fri Jun 17, 11:29:16 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111901495678425230"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111901690451567527"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;he'd been practicing moonwalking since Michael Jackson made it popular. "Yeah, and look what happened to him !" growled the Rottweiler. "Do you really want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111901690451567527"&gt;Sat Jun 18, 12:01:44 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111901690451567527"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111904445424017744"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7559143"&gt;LaineWest&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"I was speaking rhetorically, or maybe I mean metaphorically," said the doctor. Then, with a serious look that wrinkled his forehead, he thought out loud. "The lighter could have seriously injured me. It was an almost near-death experience that has forever changed my view of the world, and my place in it. No, it's not just because I lost my eyelashes that I see a brighter day ahead. For goodness sake, I'm a doctor. It's about time that I started acting like one. First thing tomorrow, I'm off to help those unfortunate people in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111904445424017744"&gt;Sat Jun 18, 07:40:54 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111904445424017744"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111924914712607012"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;that terrible fast food joint on 5th avenue. Do you know what they put in those hamburgers ?" "Ham ?" suggested the rottweiler. "NO !!" cried the doctor, writhing in retrospective pain, "they use...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111924914712607012"&gt;Mon Jun 20, 04:32:27 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111924914712607012"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111933811132708716"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/9622493"&gt;Dayle&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"...bricks!""What? Bricks? How's that possible?" The Rottweiler asked sceptically. He was beginning to think that this doctor was going loony like Bugs Bunny."They put in a chemical to keep the bricks soft and mushy, adding flavouring of course.""You know.." Rottweiler's voice dropped to a whisper. "I have this friend who may be able to help. You'll find her at..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111933811132708716"&gt;Tue Jun 21, 05:15:11 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111933811132708716"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111942375654559370"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keychain said...&lt;br /&gt;"...the Great Magician's mountain.""Rottweiler," the Doctor began, "I'm tired of you now. If you want to go the Great Magician's mountain, then be my guest. I will not go with you."Shocked, Rottweiler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111942375654559370"&gt;Wed Jun 22, 05:02:36 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111942375654559370"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111943602933241332"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;began to cry. "Oh, stop that," said the doctor, "I do hate dogs that cry ! And while we're on the subject of you, don't you think it's time you put your clothes back on ? Or your fur, or whatever you call it ? I mean, we're not on the nudest train any more, this is a public platform, you know. Do you see any other naked dogs around ?" "Naked dog," said the Rottweiler, cheering up "they were a very popular group when I was a puppy. I remember they used to play..." "I don't care if they played 'Mary had a little lamb' followed by 'Colonel Bogie'!" screamed the doctor, pushed to the limit by canine reminiscence. "What about your clothes ?!?" "I'm afraid I don't have any clothes - I mean fur," said the Rottweiler. "I was born like this. You see, my mother had a nasty experience at the time of my birth, she swallowed a..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111943602933241332"&gt;Wed Jun 22, 08:27:09 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111943602933241332"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111957997661782279"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;"contaminated mussel out of it's shell and I've been looking for my own personal shell ever since. I'm seeing an analyst now who keeps telling me to..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111957997661782279"&gt;Fri Jun 24, 12:26:16 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111957997661782279"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111961105298977286"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;relate to my Inner Puppy, and take up syncronised swimming - it seems that's very good for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111961105298977286"&gt;Fri Jun 24, 09:04:12 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111961105298977286"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111974106382771583"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7559143"&gt;LaineWest&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;a dog with olympic aspirations. "Dogs don't talk, they don't, THEY DON'T!" the doctor reassured himself. "I must get away from here, before I really go crazy." As if insulted, the dog, head high, tail low, turned on his paws and sauntered off. The doctor about to apologize and call the dog back didn't when he realized it was probably better they go their separate ways. Then he hailed a taxi and headed to the airport, where he boarded the first flight out which happened to be going to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111974106382771583"&gt;Sun Jun 26, 09:11:03 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111974106382771583"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c111996279695021752"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;somewhere a long way away."Well," said the rottweiler, "the ingratitude of some people ! Never mind. Who needs him ! I've always got my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c111996279695021752"&gt;Tue Jun 28, 10:46:36 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=111996279695021752"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112007775832668489"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Stubby tail to try to catch," he than started to spin around as he chased his tail. Meanwhile on the plane, Dr. Morgenes woke from an uncomfortable nap, his side was sore and realized something was poking him in the ribs. There was something hard and square in his blazer pocket. He put his hand inside the pocket and pulled out a box. It was the stupid little box that had that pink dog collar! He must of stuck in his pocket after giving the collar to toto.The stuwardess came by with the refreshment cart, She handed me a thimble full of seven-up. He looked at it, "Seven-up? I did not ask for Seven-up, I didn't ask for anything yet.""That's what I had open. So drink it," she said in a gruff voice. Then handed one to the guy next to him."But.." he tried to complain. "NO, SODA FOR YOU!" She barked in a heavy accent and quickly took back the thimble of soda, then handed it to the person across the aisle. She started to move on."OH, could you take this, please?" Dr. Morgenes asked her holding out the box. Something moved in the box. He opened the box and did not see anything in there at first, then noticed a false bottom. He tore the box apart and found a red and a blue mini cd and a slip of paper with one word written on it, someone wrote the word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112007775832668489"&gt;Thu Jun 30, 06:42:38 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=112007775832668489"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112008019487260089"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7559143"&gt;LaineWest&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"white." "The CD is red, 'white' and blue. I must borrow a CD player, for I believe this disc contains information vital to the security of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112008019487260089"&gt;Thu Jun 30, 07:23:14 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=112008019487260089"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112047827010230058"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;the French Foreign Legion ! I must go to France at once !! Driver !" shouted the doctor, leaping to his feet, "turn this plane around and head for Charles De Gaulle !!""Security," screamed the abominable hostess, "we have a terrorist aboard ! Arrest this man at once !"So saying, she grabbed the doctor's coller, but he was to quick for her. And, slipping out of her abominable grasp, he made a dash for freedom - running down the gangway in search of a place to hide. Just then, he was grabbed from behind, and wrestled to his knees. "Quick," said the rottweiler - for such it was, "crawl in here. They'll never find us in this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112047827010230058"&gt;Mon Jul 04, 09:57:50 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=112047827010230058"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112082242141658475"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10571853"&gt;Ceridwen&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;dog transport box.""What! I can't hide in here," protested the doctor."You want to go to France, do you not?" said the Rottweiler. "I can get you there. My father was a guide dog you know. One of the only Rottweilers to do ever do so. Now, all you have to do isCeridwen, Sydney, Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112082242141658475"&gt;Fri Jul 08, 09:33:41 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=112082242141658475"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112087472365288763"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7559143"&gt;LaineWest&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;lie quietly. Doc, you're one sick puppy." The doctor wasn't in a doggie box at all but in the padded room of a mental hospital. The next moment, he realized his circumstances. "Oh," he moaned. "It must have been those magic mushrooms that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112087472365288763"&gt;Sat Jul 09, 12:05:23 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=112087472365288763"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112089069815028280"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;had made the young girl hallucinate.”He was determined to have the hospital kitchen staff reprimanded for allowing such a disgraceful thing to happen. As anybody in their right mind would know, patients in this hospital were ill enough without complicating their ailments by feeding them with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112089069815028280"&gt;Sat Jul 09, 04:31:38 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=112089069815028280"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112106244048915022"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;home-made calf's foot and liver jelly - not to mention the magic mushrooms !" "The magic mushrooms ?" asked the rottweiler. "Rottweiler !" cried the doctor, "so you weren't just a dream ! You really exist !!" "I wouldn't be too sure about that if I were you," muttered the rottweiler. "How do you know that I'm not just the image that your fevered mind is projecting onto your nurse, and that this pale, hairless skin of mine isn't, in reallity, a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112106244048915022"&gt;Mon Jul 11, 04:14:00 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=112106244048915022"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112153961828693237"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7559143"&gt;LaineWest&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;the bald head in the mirror?""I don't know, I just don't know," wailed the doctor wishing he hadn't already pulled his hair out.Slowly the effects of the hallucinatory substances wore off and the doctor began a reasonable thought process. Looking around his minimum security enclosure he decided to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112153961828693237"&gt;Sun Jul 17, 04:46:58 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=112153961828693237"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112166749039915646"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6498675"&gt;fanlitefanny&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;have a marmite sandwich, and think things over. Where had it all begun ? What was real and what wasn't ? Had he really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112166749039915646"&gt;Mon Jul 18, 04:18:10 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=112166749039915646"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112189884179489131"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/9545814"&gt;writing_here&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;Had he really experienced everything that he remembered since hearing the sound of racing water in the gutter?The Doctor put down his Marmite sandwhich and started pacing back and forth. After pacing for quite a while he became quite dizzy. Suddenly he passed out and when he awoke he found himself laying beside a rain filled gutter in . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112189884179489131"&gt;Thu Jul 21, 08:34:01 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=112189884179489131"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112271125455574349"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ceridwen said...&lt;br /&gt;... the prequel to this story - "The Almost Was the Never-Ending Story But Couldn't Get Funding"."Hang on", said Dr Morgenes, "I'm not going back THERE."With this, he pointed to his nose, closed his eyes, clicked his heels together, and exclaimed "Wibble"!When he opened his eyes, the only sound was the racing water in the gutter. As he pressed on, head down, he almost failed to see the wee presence of a white rabbit crossing his path."Damn, wrong story", said the Doctor."Out of my way earthling, " said the rabbit. "I'm late, late, LATE.."Sydney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112271125455574349"&gt;Sat Jul 30, 06:14:14 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=112271125455574349"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112271141088834315"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ceridwen said...&lt;br /&gt;(Oops, sorry! Forgot the five line limit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112271141088834315"&gt;Sat Jul 30, 06:16:50 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=112271141088834315"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112325343289539804"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7559143"&gt;LaineWest&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"That's the problem with rabbits, they're always late," said a owl looking cranky on a branch overhead. "Birth control, birth control, I keep hooting, but they don't listen and the next thing you know, there's another bunch of brats. It takes the fun out of hunting with far more than I can eat hopping everywhere."The doctor and the owl were in the midst of a lively discussion on the merits of the patch versus vasectomy when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112325343289539804"&gt;Sat Aug 06, 12:50:32 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=112325343289539804"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112389858253163878"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657720"&gt;omega&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;...the doctor shook his head vigorously and said to no one in particular, " Been off my meds to long, better write myself a script. I'm talking to rabbits and owls again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112389858253163878"&gt;Sat Aug 13, 12:03:02 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=112389858253163878"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112397961327380747"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ceridwen, Sydney. said...&lt;br /&gt;"No," said the owl, "WE are talking to you.""Yes," said the rabbit, appearing out of nowhere. "And you seem to be missing the point.""Quite," said the owl. "Wakey, wakey. The invasion has begun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112397961327380747"&gt;Sun Aug 14, 10:33:33 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=112397961327380747"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112445749392936484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;"There has to be a moral to every story," said the white rabbit."There has to be a reason for a story to be written," said the doctor, "so where is this talk leading us to?""Oh of course, I almost forgot about the green gel. I remember now that .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112445749392936484"&gt;Fri Aug 19, 11:18:13 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=112445749392936484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112450551323907947"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7559143"&gt;LaineWest&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;that it was gel and that it was green, but for the life of me I can't remember anything else about it.""Whatever it is I hope it kills fleas," said the rabbit scratching his hind quarters. The doctor also began to itch as the tiny bugs visited his body and then recommended his tasty flesh to their friends and relatives."I tried to warn you," exclaimed the owl, referring to his earlier statement about an invasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112450551323907947"&gt;Sat Aug 20, 12:38:33 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=112450551323907947"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112618271006694471"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11946854"&gt;Stephen&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"Good thing for you," the owl said, "I have a remedy right here." The owl pointed to a nearby bottle and said, "we can discuss the cost later."Doctor Morgenes peered into the bottle suspiciously and said, "We should discuss the cost now. What if I don't have enough money to pay you?"The owl said, "All the other purchasers have been able to pay. And who said that the payment would be in money?"Stephen from Scottsdale, Arizona, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112618271006694471"&gt;Thu Sep 08, 10:31:50 PM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=112618271006694471"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112647427651764307"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7559143"&gt;LaineWest&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;What had seemed like ordinary flea bites began to grow into expanding lumps of fur."What's happening to me?" worried the doctor. "You've got rabbititis. Better take this potion now for once your ears begin to grow there's no cure," said the owl.In a panic, the doctor grabbed for the bottle gripped in the owl's claw."Not so fast, my good doctor. Remember there will be a price to pay.""Yes, yes! Just give me the medicine before it's too late."The owl gave a hoot from hell as the doctor poured the bottle's smokey contents down his throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112647427651764307"&gt;Mon Sep 12, 07:31:16 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=112647427651764307"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112683354168573595"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/5643001"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;Tossing the empty bottle aside, Dr Morgenes blinked once, then twice as the owl transmogrified into a tall, willowy figure."Can it be? Is that You?""Hugh again! I swear, Osric (for such was Dr Morgenes named by his mother all those long years ago) if I hear you rabbit on about Hugh one more time, I'll, I'll ..." but her words were cut off as, with one leap, Dr Morgenes was by her side. He gathered her into his arms and said, "Maria! My own, my love, my wife ... Maria!"Caressing her long flowing hair, the doctor's delight was short-lived when he found himself holding a blonde wig and looking into the startled eyes of Father Wetherley!"I say," said Father Wetherley, "Leave off, there's a good chap ... I just dropped by to see if you were still pining for the fjords. And I brought you a ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112683354168573595"&gt;Fri Sep 16, 11:19:01 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;postID=112683354168573595"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112699760939309502"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7559143"&gt;LaineWest&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;a portable exorcism and mountain climbing kit. "Thanks, but why would I need such a contraption?" asked the doctor."Well, you're just the man I'm looking for to clean up a particularly hellish hospital up north, called St. Lucifer's," said Father Wetherly, with a satanic gleam in his eye."By the way," he continued, "this little machine is not only dandy for dealing with the devil but it also works wonderfully on rugs, drapes and hard-to-clean blinds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://write101.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ending-story.html#c112699760939309502"&gt;Sun Sep 18, 08:53:29 AM EST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9451941&amp;amp;postID=112699760939309502"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112707810170863319"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11946854"&gt;Stephen&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Morgenes looked at the portable exorcism machine. "Does this also work on tea chests, or Chinese puzzle boxes with strange, brightly colored creatures inside?" he said, perhaps remembering another time that now may or may not exist."Certainly," said Father Wetherley, "but you'll need to pay it with more than just a cup of tea. And you may have to use it twice on the puzzle box."Stephen from Scottsdale, Arizona, USA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17869135-112933198403910715?l=write101-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://write101-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/112933198403910715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17869135&amp;postID=112933198403910715' title='68 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17869135/posts/default/112933198403910715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17869135/posts/default/112933198403910715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://write101-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/10/tuesday-january-18-2005-never-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167025004691595557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EteLf-qJeFM/SbRaH-2IP2I/AAAAAAAAAms/bEI7P6mTG8A/S220/JSsml.jpg'/></author><thr:total>68</thr:total></entry></feed>
