
Originally Posted by
Wompet
The dog decided that that was the moment to stand up from where he lay across the doorway, tripping the Gunny on top of Grant. The dog stretched, and then sat down, wagging his tail at the comic sight of Grant squashed flatter than a rubber chicken sporran.
GOOD BOY WOMPET!
-See it there, a white plume
Over the battle - A diamond in the ash
Of the ultimate combustion-My panache
Edmond Rostand
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