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Ace Tory (Artic Wind Challenge)
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Ace Tory (Artic Wind Challenge) |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho 
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Ace Tory Wants pawn term, dare worsted ladle gull hoe lift wetter murder inner ladle cordage honor itch offer lodge, dock florist. Disc ladle gull orphan worry ladle cluck, wetter putty ladle rat hut, end, fur disk raisin, pimple colder Ladle Rat Rotten Hut. Wan moaning Rat Rotten Hut’s murder colder inset; “Ladle Rat Rotten Hut, heresy ladle basking winsome burden barter end shirker cockles. Tick disk ladle basking tudor cordage offer grain murder how lifts honor udder site offer florist. Shaker lake! Dun stopper laundry wrote! Dun stopper peck floors! Dun daily-daily inner florist, en yonder nor sorghum stenches dun stopper torque wet strainers!” “Hoe-cake, murder,” resplendent Ladle Rat Rotten Hut, end tickle ladle basking an stuttered oft. Honor wrote tudor cordage offer grain murder, Ladle Rat Rotten Hut mitten anomalous woof. “Wail, wail, wail,” set disk wicket woof, “evanescent Ladle Rat Rotten Hut. Wares or putty gull goring wizard ladle basking?” “Armor goring tumor grain murder's,” reprisal ladle gull. “Grammar‚s seeking bet. “Armor ticking arson burden barter end shirker cockles.” “O hoe! Heifer blessing woke,” setter wicket woof. Butter taught tomb shelf. “Oil tickle shirt court tudor cordage offer grain murder. Oil ketchup wetter letter. End den-oh bore!” Soda wicket woof tucker shirt court, end whinny retched a cordage offer grain murder, picket inner winnow an sore debtor pore oil worming worse lion inner bet. Inning flesh disk abdominal woof lipped honor betting adder rope. Zany pool down a grain murder’s nut cup end gnat gun, any curdle dope inner bet. Inner ladle wile, Ladle Rat Rotten Hut a raft adder cordage an ranker dough ball. “Comb ink, sweat hard,” setter wicket woof, (disgracing is verse). “Oh, grammar,” crater ladle gull. “Wart beg icier gut!” “Butter deuce sea whiff, doling,” whiskered disk ratchet woof, wetter wicket small. “Oh, grammar, water beg noise! A nervous sore suture anomalous prognosis!” “Buttered small your whiff,” inserter woof, ants mouse worse waddling. “Oh, grammar, water bag mousey gut! A nervous sore suture bag mouse!” Daze worry on forger nut gull’s last warts. Oil offer sodden, throne offer carvers, an sprinkling otter bet, disk curl an bloat Thursday woof ceased pore Ladle Rat Rotten Hut an garbled erupt. E-mural: Yonder nor sorghum stenches shut ladle gulls stopper torque wet strainers! Arthur Anomalous [This message has been edited by lucky (12-18-2007 11:51 PM).] |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
WOW, Well written Lucky! Thank you for taking on the challenge ARCTIC WIND |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Ok, it's a fairy tale, in fairy-language, which I would be quite happy to learn in the woods ... I think you must be well acquainted with this mysterious world and therefore who could meet the challenge better than you? Love, Margherita  |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Actually you need to print this up and read the two side by side... ----------- A Story Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived with her mother in a little cottage on the edge of a large, dark forest. This little girl often wore her little cloak, with her pretty little red hat, and for this reason, people called her little red riding hood. One morning Red Riding Hood’s mother called her and said; “Little red riding hood, here's a little basket with some bread and butter and sugar cookies. Take this little basket to the cottage of your grandmother who lives on the other side of the forest. Shake a leg! Don’t stop along the road! Don’t stop to pick flowers! Don’t dilly-dally in the forest, and under no circumstances don’t stop or talk with strangers!” “Okay, mother,” responded Little Red Riding Hood, and took her little basket and started off. On the road to the cottage of her grandmother, Little Red Riding Hood met an enormous wolf. “Well, well, well,” said this wicked wolf. “If it isn't Little Red Riding Hood. Where's a pretty girl going with her little basket?” “I am going to my grandmother’s,” replied the little girl. “Grandma’s sick in bed. “I am taking her some bread and butter and sugar cookies.” “O ho! Have a pleasant walk, said the wicked wolf. But he thought to himself. “I'll take a short cut to the cottage of her grandmother. I’ll catch up with her later. And then, oh boy!” So the wicked wolf took a short cut, and when he reached a cottage of her grand mother, peeked in her window and saw that the poor old woman was lying in her bed. In a flash this abominable wolf leaped on her biting at her robe. Then he pulled down the grandmother‚s night cap and night gown, and cuddled up in her bed. In a little while, Little Red Riding Hood arrived at the cottage and rang her doorbell. “Come in, sweetheart,” said the wicked wolf, (disguising his voice). “Oh, grandma,” cried the little girl. “What big eyes you got!” “Better to see with, darling,” whispered this wretched wolf, with a wicked smile. “Oh, grandma, what a big nose! I never saw such an enormous protuberance!” “Better to smell you with,” answered the wolf, and his mouth was watering. “Oh, grandma, what a big mouth you got! I never saw such a big mouth!” Those were the unfortunate girl’s last words. All of a sudden, throwing off the covers, and springing out of bed, this cruel and blood-thirsty wolf seized poor Little Red Riding Hood and gobbled her up. The moral: Under no circumstances should little girls stop or talk with strangers! Author Anonymous ---------- have fun dale |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
You are too cute, lucky Dale!! Going to read now ... |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Wow! I fear I could never have found the key to interprete this, if you had not unveiled the mystery ... "Ace Tory" is so to say a rare phonic pleasure! Thank you for the smiles! This was great!! ... and yes, my daughter could tell you something about all my recommendations to not talk to strangers! Love, Margherita |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Yeah, up here in the woods I've talked to, not only the faery's but also Ladle Rat Rotten Hut and needless to say her arch enemy the wicket woof... But that's pretty common for folks here in faery land... dale |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
aha! The imp in lucky is in full view with this curious write! I knew it was in 'Faerish', but I wasn't familiar with this particular dialect! lol Then I read your replies to Magical Margherita, and the light went on in my crystal ball!  Dale, you are a delightful spirit and I bet the faeries in your neck of the wooods, adore you! Love & Faery Light, Linda  |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Yeah, I remember when I graduated and started grade school - they told me it was a dead language so I took Unicornish but you know, I've never met one yet... I wonder if the faery's know where they all went..? thanks so much Linda dale |
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