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In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered: The meaning of life. "It is pointless to live without the cheddar cheese." His feathers glowed. While flying north, he came upon that very mushroom in an ardent field of grain in ponderous stride.

Finally, his revenge tasted much like good tasting bacon. "Mushroom!" he called, "Need more Bacon!" The mushroom quickly trotted faster to more speedily retrieve the yummy Bacon. On the trotter, the bacon vigorously pivoted surreptitiously revealing a Zen Archer with arrow nocked.

For one moment, the mushroom paused. Then - with a howl of terror - John Raven fled up, his own heartbeat thundering in abject horror. Several hungry stirges chased the yummy bacon briefly before remembering his full true name.

The archer loosed deadly volley yon - which is another story.

Several hours to dawn. Abstalar sends her avatar home, their lovemaking uninspired and cold. Meanwhile, the bacon grease on her empty plate coagulated. Unlike other dragons, Abstalar liked mushrooms sauteed in grease. With a pen

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered: The meaning of life. "It is pointless to live without the cheddar cheese." His feathers glowed. While flying north, he came upon that very mushroom in an ardent field of grain in ponderous stride.

Finally, his revenge tasted much like good tasting bacon. "Mushroom!" he called, "Need more Bacon!" The mushroom quickly trotted faster to more speedily retrieve the yummy Bacon. On the trotter, the bacon vigorously pivoted surreptitiously revealing a Zen Archer with arrow nocked.

For one moment, the mushroom paused. Then - with a howl of terror - John Raven fled up, his own heartbeat thundering in abject horror. Several hungry stirges chased the yummy bacon briefly before remembering his full true name.

The archer loosed deadly volley yon - which is another story.

Several hours to dawn. Abstalar sends her avatar home, their lovemaking uninspired and cold. Meanwhile, the bacon grease on her empty plate coagulated. Unlike other dragons, Abstalar liked mushrooms sauteed in grease. With a pen, dragon author and

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered: The meaning of life. "It is pointless to live without the cheddar cheese." His feathers glowed. While flying north, he came upon that very mushroom in an ardent field of grain in ponderous stride.

Finally, his revenge tasted much like good tasting bacon. "Mushroom!" he called, "Need more Bacon!" The mushroom quickly trotted faster to more speedily retrieve the yummy Bacon. On the trotter, the bacon vigorously pivoted surreptitiously revealing a Zen Archer with arrow nocked.

For one moment, the mushroom paused. Then - with a howl of terror - John Raven fled up, his own heartbeat thundering in abject horror. Several hungry stirges chased the yummy bacon briefly before remembering his full true name.

The archer loosed deadly volley yon - which is another story.

Several hours to dawn. Abstalar sends her avatar home, their lovemaking uninspired and cold. Meanwhile, the bacon grease on her empty plate coagulated. Unlike other dragons, Abstalar liked mushrooms sauteed in grease. With a pen, dragon author and with fertile imagination

[MENTION=49929]Scott DeWar[/MENTION] - that's only two.

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In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered: The meaning of life. "It is pointless to live without the cheddar cheese." His feathers glowed. While flying north, he came upon that very mushroom in an ardent field of grain in ponderous stride.

Finally, his revenge tasted much like good tasting bacon. "Mushroom!" he called, "Need more Bacon!" The mushroom quickly trotted faster to more speedily retrieve the yummy Bacon. On the trotter, the bacon vigorously pivoted surreptitiously revealing a Zen Archer with arrow nocked.

For one moment, the mushroom paused. Then - with a howl of terror - John Raven fled up, his own heartbeat thundering in abject horror. Several hungry stirges chased the yummy bacon briefly before remembering his full true name.

The archer loosed deadly volley yon - which is another story.

Several hours to dawn. Abstalar sends her avatar home, their lovemaking uninspired and cold. Meanwhile, the bacon grease on her empty plate coagulated. Unlike other dragons, Abstalar liked mushrooms sauteed in grease. With a pen, dragon author and with fertile imagination he changed his

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered: The meaning of life. "It is pointless to live without the cheddar cheese." His feathers glowed. While flying north, he came upon that very mushroom in an ardent field of grain in ponderous stride.

Finally, his revenge tasted much like good tasting bacon. "Mushroom!" he called, "Need more Bacon!" The mushroom quickly trotted faster to more speedily retrieve the yummy Bacon. On the trotter, the bacon vigorously pivoted surreptitiously revealing a Zen Archer with arrow nocked.

For one moment, the mushroom paused. Then - with a howl of terror - John Raven fled up, his own heartbeat thundering in abject horror. Several hungry stirges chased the yummy bacon briefly before remembering his full true name.

The archer loosed deadly volley yon - which is another story.

Several hours to dawn. Abstalar sends her avatar home, their lovemaking uninspired and cold. Meanwhile, the bacon grease on her empty plate coagulated. Unlike other dragons, Abstalar liked mushrooms sauteed in grease. With a pen, dragon author and with fertile imagination he changed his haiku:

Abstalar's regard

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered: The meaning of life. "It is pointless to live without the cheddar cheese." His feathers glowed. While flying north, he came upon that very mushroom in an ardent field of grain in ponderous stride.

Finally, his revenge tasted much like good tasting bacon. "Mushroom!" he called, "Need more Bacon!" The mushroom quickly trotted faster to more speedily retrieve the yummy Bacon. On the trotter, the bacon vigorously pivoted surreptitiously revealing a Zen Archer with arrow nocked.

For one moment, the mushroom paused. Then - with a howl of terror - John Raven fled up, his own heartbeat thundering in abject horror. Several hungry stirges chased the yummy bacon briefly before remembering his full true name.

The archer loosed deadly volley yon - which is another story.

Several hours to dawn. Abstalar sends her avatar home, their lovemaking uninspired and cold. Meanwhile, the bacon grease on her empty plate coagulated. Unlike other dragons, Abstalar liked mushrooms sauteed in grease. With a pen, dragon author and with fertile imagination he changed his haiku:

Abstalar's regard
Creating mushrooms? No.

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered: The meaning of life. "It is pointless to live without the cheddar cheese." His feathers glowed. While flying north, he came upon that very mushroom in an ardent field of grain in ponderous stride.

Finally, his revenge tasted much like good tasting bacon. "Mushroom!" he called, "Need more Bacon!" The mushroom quickly trotted faster to more speedily retrieve the yummy Bacon. On the trotter, the bacon vigorously pivoted surreptitiously revealing a Zen Archer with arrow nocked.

For one moment, the mushroom paused. Then - with a howl of terror - John Raven fled up, his own heartbeat thundering in abject horror. Several hungry stirges chased the yummy bacon briefly before remembering his full true name.

The archer loosed deadly volley yon - which is another story.

Several hours to dawn. Abstalar sends her avatar home, their lovemaking uninspired and cold. Meanwhile, the bacon grease on her empty plate coagulated. Unlike other dragons, Abstalar liked mushrooms sauteed in grease. With a pen, dragon author and with fertile imagination he changed his haiku:

Abstalar's regard
Creating mushrooms? No more
Treacherous raven

In the forest where the dragons exiled our ancestors, lay in wait a raven, murder on his mind. On bodies feeding, small rodents, waiting for a mushroom. The raven's name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt. The magic mushroom no longer grows; instead it walks.

John Raven pondered: The meaning of life. "It is pointless to live without the cheddar cheese." His feathers glowed. While flying north, he came upon that very mushroom in an ardent field of grain in ponderous stride.

Finally, his revenge tasted much like good tasting bacon. "Mushroom!" he called, "Need more Bacon!" The mushroom quickly trotted faster to more speedily retrieve the yummy Bacon. On the trotter, the bacon vigorously pivoted surreptitiously revealing a Zen Archer with arrow nocked.

For one moment, the mushroom paused. Then - with a howl of terror - John Raven fled up, his own heartbeat thundering in abject horror. Several hungry stirges chased the yummy bacon briefly before remembering his full true name.

The archer loosed deadly volley yon - which is another story.

Several hours to dawn. Abstalar sends her avatar home, their lovemaking uninspired and cold. Meanwhile, the bacon grease on her empty plate coagulated. Unlike other dragons, Abstalar liked mushrooms sauteed in grease. With a pen, dragon author and with fertile imagination he changed his haiku:

Abstalar's regard
Creating mushrooms? No more
Treacherous raven

Abstalar sighed. She