Monday, September 08, 2008

Slug Plugs



Ingrid at Ice Cream Is Nice Cream has posed another one of her always interesting challenges with this photo as the prompt. The challenge this week is: "For this week's getting to know you, tell me some more about this snail...
First of all, whats his name, favorite reading material, hobbies...
What happened to him yesterday? Why was that frightening? What did he do with his ability to fly?"

So of course, I found it impossible to resist. The challenge, or the opportunity to plug some of the more amusing posts I've run across recently.

Enjoy!

"Amateurs!", Quentin snorted. But then, what could one expect from a girl who wields her wand to whistle up a double espresso? Still it wasn't as though he could advertise for an apprentice on Craig's List was it? He shuddered thinking how that turned out last time! That unbearable woman with the goats had taken him for a giant cockroach and nearly gassed him to death! And just before that another pair had set upon him in his guise as a bat. He'd suffered the indignity of being chased about by a half-naked man with a pink towel while his wife banged frantically away at some arcane device twittering like a madwoman. At least he was back in the animal kingdom rather than being morphed into a mutant zucchini this time. (But come to think of it, that incident hadn't been all bad...) But the final straw came yesterday with that wretched Leigh woman taking him to a margarita party! A margarita party! He could forgive her ignorance on the subject of magic, but had she no idea that slugs and salt don't mix?

Enough of these imbeciles bandying transmogrification spells about like extras in the latest Harry Potter movie. "If you want something done right," he mused, "you must do it yourself." Davis and Henderson carry Valerian root. Had these mortals never heard of Google?
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3 comments:

Maggie, Dammit said...

I've totally been immortalized!

Well, my *BAT* has, but still! I've been given eternal life in fiction. AWE.SOME.

Thanks!

Maggie, Dammit said...

(to say nothing of my husband, *snort*)

Mojo said...

Think nothing of it. It's the least I could do after the laugh I got out of your bat-tle (ar-ar-ar)...