26 February 2006


Brad the Gorilla in Seattle Zoo >
Thanks to Brad the Gorilla for advancing the story of "Dave" - I have adapted the continuation slightly. The story is still not complete. Please - in Visitors Comments - I invite anybody to either write the next phase of the story or to give me an outline plan. To be continued....
Dave, newly free, wandered around in the moonlit garden, feeling gradually lost and not a little lonesome. All of a sudden he stumbled over the hob-nailed boot of the great and fearsome Hitman B, a strange hairy, metamorphosised version of the famous blogger, Hitman J.
"Watch it!" Hitman B snarled, and then his eyes lit up. "A little Yorkshire Pud! I'm gonna eat ya, little fellow."
"No, no," Dave the Pudding said. "I don't want to be eaten. I want to go to America and see all the casinos. I crave the bright lights and the warmth of a Las Vegas sunset."
"Stick with me, kiddo," Hitman B said. "I'll put you up with a nice dame who will treat you right and you'll run one of my little casinos until you prove your worth."
"This dame," Dave the Pudding said, "She doesn't..." he gulped, "She doesn't have a convection oven, does she?"
"No," Hitman B said and then chortled, "But she does have an Aga range."
"Noooooooo!" Dave the Pudding cried, and he began to run.
As he ran, he sweated gravy, and Hitman B in hot pursuit was momentarily deterred. Like a hungry beast or mental defective, he started to lick those delicious puddles of beef gravy from the damp ground. Feeling a little like Pinnochio, Dave got clean away from the evil gorilla who reminded him so much of those wicked robbers that the wooden boy met on his journey. Once again, Dave stood in a pool of silvery moonlight wondering what lay ahead of him.



  1. Loving it!

    but, but, but...why are you up at 2something in the a of m? Don't you have school, tomorrow, Young Man?

    Btw, guess we see how Dubya gets any, huh? I doubt even the Mrs. wants to see his fly down.

  2. Anonymous5:40 am

    Dave the Pudding was feeling a little less full of himself -- no doubt a direct cause of gravy loss -- but was still keen on some adventure. He meandered along until he came upon a skateboard. Climbing onto the skateboard, he noticed it move.

    "Hmmm," he muttered, "this might prove to be an interesting way to get about."

    With one tiny foot on the ground, Dave started the skateboard and was soon ambling forward with ease.

    He didn't see the hill until it was too late. At the crest of the hill he skateboard began to picked up speed. All Dave could do was hang on for dear life.

    "Oh, mother of God! Will it never end?" he wailed into the night.

    Clinging to the skateboard, Dave began to enjoy the ride. He discovered that if he leaned to the left or right, the skateboard would veer in that direction. If he moved to the back of the board the front would rise up and he would be riding on two wheels. If he bounced, the whole board bounced, too. It didn't take him long to discover real thrill with this frenzied ride.

    "Woohoo! Look at me! I am so loving this!" he screamed into the wind. I want to be a skateboard rider for the rest of my life!

    That marked the beginning of Dave the Pudding's rise to fame as an Extreme Skateboarder.

    ~ Okay, it's not all that great, but I am only operating on half a brain cell right now. :)

  3. Tallullah..great intro to a new section! For some reason, the sight of a pudding scooting down a hill on a skateboard just makes me giggle uncontrollably!

  4. Anonymous2:16 am

    fridaysweb, it had the same effect on me. Still does. Must be my lack of sleep. :D


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