From: dan@tbone.biol.scarolina.edu (Dan Schar) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [NTY] Jorma2 Date: 13 May 1993 03:47:19 GMT Message-ID: <1ssgc7INNgui@bigbird.csd.scarolina.edu> References: Jorma stared at the floor, he drifted back, back to his old home. "I do not know what is up with that boy, all he does is sit out there when he is done with his chores, and talks to him self." "Sir" remarkes stentor, JOrmas older brother, "may i go out and see what Jorma is doing, it, sir, bothers me too that he is sitin out there doing nothing." "Yah, go ahead boy, and if he is up to no good, set him straight!" "All i have is bread, i wasnot alloud to have any meat or cheese today" said Jorma, "I guess i was not very good at my chors, but this should be anough to fill your bellys" Wham, Stentor lets loose with a slap that hits Jorma in the back of the head. "Your feeding the squirls!", yelled Stentor, "I could have had that bread on my plate, but no you are feeding it to squirls." "But, there, there hungry, just.." "What do you mean their hungry, their squirls, they are saposed to fond their own food, not eat my food. Sir, father, come here!" "Looking up at his new friend, and employer, Jorma simple says, "They dont hate me, they they listen to me, they are friends." Looking down, Jorma has a smile on his face, he remembers the two squirls that lived in the tree near the hourse stalls, his first friends. But, he was smiling for something else, for his new friends. "You dont hate me, you listen to me, you are friends" Jorma said in a wisper, more to himself then to the other two. -- Dan Schar (Internet: dan@tbone.biol.scarolina.edu) (803) 777-8998 Department of Biology, University of South Carolina, Columbia SC 29208