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And naturally I haven’t been using a To Do List and therefore I have forgotten about writing posts… My apologies but hey, this is a free website! For you, though not for me. So it’s probably alright if I miss a few days every so often though I notice that I get a few less hits after that. At any rate around now would probably be a good time to read The First Lengthy Rambling Fantasy Story of Elizabeth Joy Von Fange if you haven’t already done so.

And for your further reading pleasure I’m going to attempt writing an interesting and perhaps even informative short story…

She stood at the window gazing out onto the faint gleams of the sunset which still hung in the western sky. “What have I gotten myself into.” she softly muttered under her breath as she finally turned and once again looked at the task which must be done.

She sighed but sighing didn’t get things done and things must be done. They would be here any moment and she was not utterly sure that she had stealthy feet moving in the corridor outside. Wind blew and whistled about the old castle as she walked across the room.

There, on the large ornate table, was a copper basin filled to the brim with water that was a bit too warm for her taste. With a shudder she lifted up the first of the dirty dishes and placed it into the basin fervently trying to think how on earth one washed dishes. She had never before done so but it was now necessary. Oh why did the maid have to pick this particular day to have off and why had she volunteered to help she wondered.

After a few minutes had passed she paused and listened intently, she was almost certain that she had heard footsteps in the hall but the sounds, if there had been any, had died away again. However since her task was not one that she minded being interrupted in she strode towards the door and opened it just enough to look out. A very large and very slobbery dog that was actively shedding looked back at her and yelped delightedly and quickly ran towards her, evidently expecting to be petted.

As the dog came in contact with the door it opened widely with such force that she was knocked over. She didn’t like the slobbery face that was immediately in front of her but being that the dog’s head was now higher than her own she immediately started saying, “Nice Doggie” and petting it and then as “Nice Doggie” started to get repitious she started saying “Handsome Doggie,”, “Intelligent Doggie”, and then “Noble Animal” and she began to get more and more complementary as the dog began to slober less and look less and less menancing.

She was up the point where she thought it might be safe to get up as the dog was begining to look very pleased when she had said, “Astute and Helpful Hound” when someone came into the room. It was the dog’s owner and he was not slobbering and hairy but extremely handsome and smiles quickly came to greet his arrival.

“I hope my dog hasn’t been bothering you.” he said in a rich mellow voice as he aided her to rise.

“Oh no!” she quickly assured him, “He’s been very nice.”

“You really think so?” he said almost joyfully while gazing into her eyes.

“Yes, I do.” she said, and was surprised to find that she really did like the dog, now that she knew who his owner was.

“Wonderful!” he said, “I always said I wouldn’t marry any girl but a girl who would like Horatio.”

Assuming that Horatio was the dogs the name she felt very happy as he gently kissed her. Horatio looked quite pleased as well and soon the three of them left the room and she and he got married and lived happily ever after since she never had to wash any dishes again which was just as well since she was terrible at it. Horatio the dog lived happily ever after as well and if you can tell what this story was about or who “They” were then I congratulate you. At any rate, I hope the story amused you. It certianly amused me and it’s rather nice that the only name I had to stop and bother my brain with wondering what to call a character was in the case of Horatio.

MORAL: Never insult a large drooling doggie if you can possibly avoid it and the sun usually sets in the west just as it did in this story and that’s about as “Informative” as the tale got:)