| A
story about... A Wish
c. 1999/2000 Mark Frey, Tymme Laun, Christine Schwab, and Sally Treanor |
TYMME | MARK | CHRISTINE & SALLY | |
| SALLY & CHRISTINE | ||||
| CHRISTINE | MARK & SALLY | |||
| SALLY | MARK & CHRISTINE | |||
| CHRISTINE & MARK |
"I fonder iw you can help me," the fee little wish asked the fhale. "Everything looks so good, I don't knof fhere to start! Do you have any recommendations?"
"Fell," said the fhale, "I personally wavor these prowessional frestlers here-you can really sink your teeth into them. Hofever, iw you have more delicate taste you might try those dandies at the other end ow the table-they taste ow fealth and pampering. Or, iw you're the adventurous type, I hear there's a closet wull ow conservation biologists upstairs."
"Fank woo," said the fee wish, "I'll twy the biologists." He made his way in that diwection, meeting sepheral of his wish friends awong the way. When they reached the closet wull ow biologists, they wound it oot crowfed, fo they fet out along the fuffleboard deck in fearch of elegant delicafief.
They didn't find much, but they fad a nife game ow fufflewoard wif the captain's feet.