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jinjonatored-blog · 9 years
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Into her cavern he was lured--      the Rabbit, not the Bear or Bird-- that foolish mole pointing the way not just once but every day!      (She thought perhaps their creators        might once have had more in store        for that beast than standing there        but he left not - what a square!) Through her mouth he did walk--      a phrase that sounded quite awk-      ward but still was some how true,      a mouth of rock, and grass, and glue-- A cackle left her pearly whites, ones not so pearly in her sight, but she's a witch, what can she do? She’s just happy they’re not blue.
She has some magic of her own, in bred, yes, not made or grown, her parents quite a sticky mess,      (she doesn’t have them, not unless        one counted writers, artists, makers        or some quite galactic shakers;        but she pretends on occasion        if only for her lack of vision), and this magic brings the witch, squat and thick and filled with pitch, before the Toon with no applause, and maybe she takes quite a pause to catch her breath, a stutter, a gasp! and something that sounds like a rasp before finally, with a gleam, she says with a voice like a beam, “Welcome to my cavern old, new and great and large and bold! Just like me, as you will see, through levels of creativity! I am stuck in quite a rhyme, but you’ll find in half the time it takes me to speak to you  these facts will become not so true. “My name is Grunty - witch and villain - and I won’t take time to fill in your head with facts on me or life or the way I hold my knife - but if you please (or if you don’t) your foot I’ll take now for my own!”
There was nothing Roger would rather do on a lazy Saturday afternoon, than lounge around on the grass – well, maybe there were a few things he would rather be doing, but this was pretty nice too.
A new area, and by the looks of it, it was a pretty interesting one too! A nice mole had continued popping up to point him in the direction of Spiral Mountain, and the curious rabbit couldn’t help but be intrigued. He had been sitting around to long anyways, so of course he would have to explore!
The climb to the top of the mountain had been tiring, but worth it. The view from up there was amazing! And not only that, but his curiosity was piqued yet again at the entrance across the bridge.
It only took a moment before the decision to venture across the rickety bridge was made, and he entered through the mountain’s ‘mouth’.
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      “Hello? – Anyone here?”
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The witch’s eyes gave quite a glance-- one turned upward, another askance-- a blink - once, twice, thrice - then parted lips thin as rice: a cackle a clasping of hands! Finally, my sakes, my lands! A Rabbit white, his overalls red, and eyes of blue inside his head! She leans close, it is just a whisper from this old hag to that furry mister: “My computer graphics keep me rusty,   and my scent is far too musty,   but a Rabbit I here spy:   one that’s short and small and spry!   If I can and yes I dare,   I could catch him in a snare,   take his lucky rabbit’s foot,   and, after giving him the boot,   have some luck to beat the bear!   Now, come here, you dear old hare!”
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Alright - this blog is finally set up which means that I’m now free to make a starter call, so if you want like this, and in a jiff a starter you will find and maybe a little peace of mind?
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jinjonatored-blog · 9 years
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Massive sketch collection from Banjo Kazooie.
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