I looked inside the box and found my long

I looked inside the box and found my long lost cranberries. Feeling better now, I tied a yellow ribbon round Telly's head and laughed until the last fandango was distributed.

That's when Telly swung an axe into my face.

I had told Telly to use a Pick Axe not an Axe. My rock face was not going to be mined any time soon at this rate. It is all about using the right tool for the job. Mining for chrys

anthemums is a delicate business. In fact, it is stupid to mine for flowers when they grow in abundance, openly, in fields! But I needed a rock face, Telly wanted a bouquet, and we

were late for bowling night. Everyone knows that by 8pm it's a race to get a spot in the parking lot. Last week Telly got in a fist fight with a senior who stomped her chrysanthemu

Ms and her ratdog was there too. "Bloody ratdogs!", Telly said as the ratdog threw a brick at his telly, shattering it into 2,584,274 shards of glass. Ratdog then went on walking.

Ratdog walked & walked & his little ratdog paws left 2,345,214 rat dog prints in the freshly fallen snow. Meanwhile the Telly blithered on about "Mr & Mrs Ratdog & their remarkable

taste in literature". Ratdog's finely tuned hearing could hear these broadcasts even as he trudged across the tundra. He wanted to leave his parents far behind. They were a drag!

ran like the wind looking for the source of the smell. Curry Curry! Little did he know that Wong Fook's House of wieners was the last thing he'd see. Chinese people eat dogs. sob*