....a really large flea! Dwazzy and Mary turned tail and ran after the pups, having each had a rather embarrassing history with fleas aboard their respective ships and having developed a healthy fear of them because of it. The Bwitch, on the other hand, had no such fear. She turned to the flea, pulled out a four foot can of ACME flea spray and, laughing like a birthday clown hepped up on helium, proceeded to spray the flea into oblivion. The flea, closing in on her, began to slow and just as it touched the tip of her dirty brown boot, it pitched over onto its side and quivered a few times before passing into the flea afterlife. The Bwitch smiled a terrible smile and slowly turned to Mary, Dwazzy and the puppies, still holding the enormous can. She took a step toward them and all eyes grew wide as they realized the threat intended with that step. The puppies quivered, Dwazzy cowered, Mary shook and somebody (it is not the authors' intention to name names here, but the somebody had four legs) even began some nervous barking. They were doomed, condemned, lost, ruined and pretty much done-for.
As the Bwitch advanced and the Mary-Dwazzy-Puppy party retreated, suddenly the Bwitch fell smack dab into....
_________________ Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
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