Fandango and the Wish

Hello. How are you all doing? My name is Pepper and I am here to tell you about horses. I just love them. Every weekend, I go to the stables and find horses to carelessly whisper with. Horses just love whispering and darts. They also love the Bridges of Madisson County and the old model Ford Sierra.

It was in Nevada some years ago that I had my first encounter with the Golden Mouse and it is something that I would like to relate to you here. If that is possible, within the time and space realm of the great clock we call the sky, I shall.

Marigold the fallen parsley caption became an untimely kipper in the box of the well honed owl that we call sandwich and which you, dear reader, might call Percy. It was twelve before I found the chessboard and only then an hour before biscuit time (which as we all know, is sacred amongst the geese and knitting needles of Ball, the Tompery Hipper or the Oater of Glen Bolden), so I had to put on my roller skates and head into straw for some rifle.

By Sunday this was all done and I, again, caught the Kite back to the Moon.

Kind refraine.

Hektor.

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Oh, King of the Jungle. Tell us, what treasures are concealed within your golden mane?

Wed, 29 Mar 2006 19:20:26 +0200

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Aladdin's Damp

Wed, 29 Mar 2006 10:05:43 +0200

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Mr Sparrowhawk, what is the world according to your tiger’s eye

Fri, 24 Mar 2006 18:31:14 +0100

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RICE PUDDING AND THE SYROP OF TYME (or, if you like, the candlemoiste winde of Bute)

Wed, 22 Mar 2006 19:54:50 +0100

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A day with a side of a blackberry

Mon, 20 Mar 2006 17:50:19 +0100

Take time, now to recall the ages before dawn. The silk underweave of the tribber and the five gain rattle of the skitted crowl. In this quest that we seek the day that becomes mumbled as the toad breaks his very on the border of skepper we look, once again, unto the fell: the great dawn or the limby falseed if you like.

Crainnaughts and watchers settle by the plasticine lamb and the lamplight under the pile of sweaters brought in by, Oldnervorn, The Jayfox of Barthe. It is in this moment that we all see, like the Wippnernaught or the Persemonseede, that the very bolder of forgotten hat is becoming cloud and pepper, like the Victorian shue that it is, winks lightly upon our helpy brows.

Stop, now, if you will and look at the bright candle that waves to the tractor in the distance and plays like a talkertytree on the wespering side of the wilkenhorn. It is for this moment that this is now here and the fixed apple of spring comes laughing as a roller-skate in a cardigan.

Good afternoon.

Hektor.

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The Flight Triangle (or The Spoon of Marthe)

Fri, 17 Mar 2006 13:51:13 +0100

Tis a plendey nite, this spoon of Marthe. The rembold and the boldern.
My fone dothe himmer and larks squalar, in righchee hams to holden.

Good afternoon to all.

Hektor.

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MOMENTS IN HISTORY [Part 1 - Man on the Moon]

Wed, 15 Mar 2006 17:51:08 +0100

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The tresperd goat (or the barley lion)

Tue, 14 Mar 2006 23:04:08 +0100

Lately it has come to my attention that the method of controlling the population of Trippets is twofold: (1) marzipan; and (2) the craven source of fibbering glove (i.e. the crumb or the golden whale). Before I start on the waves of eld and the chippering fastercrop, I must move to the table.

This, the first flight in the townset of change (the very overundercycle of whespery fork) is the moist bicycle that can only be beconjoured by a sojourn in the cloud sofa and the nay fold twelve custard gain.

This is all for now but theyes trues shall in force be reveal’d to the thainges of a twisper’d shue or a majik’ed kot.

Goodnight.

Hektor.

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Fantastical mysteries

Tue, 14 Mar 2006 22:25:41 +0100

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MAGIC: the ART of the Wizard

Tue, 14 Mar 2006 17:06:15 +0100

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Trueneuper truen truene (or a Minstrel singing)

Thu, 09 Mar 2006 13:51:31 +0100

The Minstrel's lyrics, for they are written in a book, thus play forth in the manner:

"It kaindley set to mained of ole,
That sweixt and tree doth follow,
A playey oak and mandley fold,
The dukey reaste to hollow."

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The mystery of Dice

Wed, 08 Mar 2006 19:59:18 +0100

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Oh, the Plume of the Verily! My Sweet Variety!

Tue, 07 Mar 2006 13:23:47 +0100

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ENGELS: ON THE PRICE OF TWYTHETWISTLE

Mon, 06 Mar 2006 19:18:33 +0100

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Winter pursuits

Mon, 06 Mar 2006 13:37:57 +0100

No idle tyde for Eye.
But place upon the bressy hill
that ride like scallops
and newl do will.

Kind regard to all the readership.

Hektor

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Nofrstradeumeus - On the profescies of newe

Thu, 16 Feb 2006 16:53:48 +0100

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Apples

Wed, 15 Feb 2006 18:43:19 +0100

To think that, before the time and space, we had but a ball of rifle and the golden message, is but false. When the spoon rocks in the backwards yard of the open pale there is nothing but this empty stick and the crestfallen web of the bounty bar. Custard, oh my gelb vermilion. King me in your tinker quest and befrighten me in the sally queng.

Kind regard.

Hektor.

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Space IMPACT (3)

Wed, 15 Feb 2006 15:04:49 +0100

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Space IMPACT (2)

Tue, 14 Feb 2006 11:48:36 +0100

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Space IMPACT

Mon, 13 Feb 2006 14:39:33 +0100

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