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<blockquote data-quote="Guilt Puppy" data-source="post: 1189857" data-attributes="member: 6521">Biddle arrives, nodding and puffing in response to your question.&quot;Yeah! Oh yeah! Caught one, or it caught me sort of, then I caught it. I was coming back from Zimmy's one night, and saw this big thing nosing around Emmalee's chicken-house, and at first I didn't know what it was so I started hollering and threw some stones at it. When it turned around I was just 'woah! ugly face!' and it started chasing me, chased me right into my house. Slammed the front door and it went right through, and my house was all drafty for days when we were getting it fixed, which wasn't so bad cause it helped air the smell. So it was chasing me, but I tricked it! I ran into my music room, and then ducked back through its legs and locked it in. That one it couldn't just break through, cause I made it extra big and sound-proof so my wife Gilly couldn't yell at me while I was practicing. The lock's extra strong too, ever since Jack thought it would be funny to fill all my horns with slow-cheese.&quot;&quot;And Harvest Festival's in a week,&quot; adds a young man to the right, &quot;and it's just not Harvest without Biddle playing.&quot;&quot;Thank you, Jack,&quot; Biddle adds, with a note of sarcasm. &quot;But it's true, all my instruments are in there and I can't get at 'em, not to mention the smell's got Gilly staying with her brother.&quot;&quot;And the banging?&quot;&quot;Oh, the banging stopped.&quot;&quot;Maybe it's dead, maybe it suffocated.&quot;&quot;It's dead already, it can't suffocate.&quot; He turns to Fendric -- &quot;Can dead things suffocate?&quot;The group stops chirping, and looks to Fendric, waiting for an answer.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Guilt Puppy, post: 1189857, member: 6521"] Biddle arrives, nodding and puffing in response to your question. "Yeah! Oh yeah! Caught one, or it caught me sort of, then I caught it. I was coming back from Zimmy's one night, and saw this big thing nosing around Emmalee's chicken-house, and at first I didn't know what it was so I started hollering and threw some stones at it. When it turned around I was just 'woah! ugly face!' and it started chasing me, chased me right into my house. Slammed the front door and it went right through, and my house was all drafty for days when we were getting it fixed, which wasn't so bad cause it helped air the smell. So it was chasing me, but I tricked it! I ran into my music room, and then ducked back through its legs and locked it in. [i]That[/i] one it couldn't just break through, cause I made it extra big and sound-proof so my wife Gilly couldn't yell at me while I was practicing. The lock's extra strong too, ever since Jack thought it would be funny to fill all my horns with slow-cheese." "And Harvest Festival's in a week," adds a young man to the right, "and it's just not Harvest without Biddle playing." "Thank you, Jack," Biddle adds, with a note of sarcasm. "But it's true, all my instruments are in there and I can't get at 'em, not to mention the smell's got Gilly staying with her brother." "And the banging?" "Oh, the banging stopped." "Maybe it's dead, maybe it suffocated." "It's dead already, it can't suffocate." He turns to Fendric -- "Can dead things suffocate?" The group stops chirping, and looks to Fendric, waiting for an answer. [/QUOTE]

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