They were encouraging the old monk to have fun, but I could see that he was a little afraid of this elephant. He practically throwing the bananas at the thing.
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Y'know, I was pretty frightened the first time I fed an elephant up at the big Chang Mai Wat. The beast had yellow eyes. I let it tear bananas from the bunch (I can be brave!) hoot. Still reading the Fablog at all? I read it just for the news, since he likes to post "All kinda quoted ting" as you surely know. Your format is more readable. Easier to know who's talking. I suppose his is more like a newspaper and yours more a magazine or book.
Those elephants, those are some observant, giant M.F.'s. When the tsunami hit, most people figured that the elephants just wanted a vacation in the hills; the long time natives said, let's go, big brother is on to something.
I still love D, but I can't read the Fablog without becoming sad. To waste such a talent is a great shame.
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Y'know, I was pretty frightened the first time I fed an elephant up at the big Chang Mai Wat. The beast had yellow eyes. I let it tear bananas from the bunch (I can be brave!) hoot.
Still reading the Fablog at all? I read it just for the news, since he likes to post "All kinda quoted ting" as you surely know. Your format is more readable. Easier to know who's talking. I suppose his is more like a newspaper and yours more a magazine or book.
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Those elephants, those are some observant, giant M.F.'s. When the tsunami hit, most people figured that the elephants just wanted a vacation in the hills; the long time natives said, let's go, big brother is on to something.
I still love D, but I can't read the Fablog without becoming sad. To waste such a talent is a great shame.
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