>Hilbert jumped up and down on a paper sack to make noise, then a few
>paces behind him Mornie watched him walk over the edge of an upended
>teeter-totter while she jumped on the bag.  Then she followed him over
>the teeter totter the same way.  Hilbert then went over the door, propped
>himself on the hanging sick-ferret-apron and played with the toys hanging
>from knob then made for the bedroom.  Mornie followed suit.  Soon from
>within the bedroom I heard ring-ring-ring, then a quiet time then
>ring-ring-ring.
 
Ha, ha, ha, ha!!! LOL!!!
 
Sounds just like me boys Oscar and Rascal......
 
HA, ha, ha, ha!!!
 
John
 
You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.
C. S. Lewis
[Posted in FML issue 4405]