🚀 go-pugleaf

In article <silk.726172301@mcl>, silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken mencher) writes...
>In <29DEC199219223263@jane.uh.edu> st1pn@jane.uh.edu (R@) writes: 
>>Fleck peered out from inside his parka.  The inside of the Inn was rather
>>more interesting the outside.  A roaring inferno in a cavernous fireplace,
>>chairs and table legs like a forest, and a lack of anyone any smaller than
>>twice his height.  He caught the old man's question, thought a moment, then 
>>said blankly:  "What?"
> 
>Fizzle looks about him at the strange buzzing..."Hmm...Interesting...Come
>here, little one...I won't hurt you...Oh...oh yes, size...that might be a
>problem..."
> 
>He mutters for a few seconds, and then watches as Fleck begins to enlarge,
>ending up being about 4' long.

Fleck feels extremely dizzy, suddenly, and stares vacuously at the mumbling
human, when suddenly--the room begins to shrink!  Not very surprising to
him, stranger things than this have unwittingly spilled coffee on him, but
suddenly having your surroundings warp a bit might could give you a turn.
This is a seperate subject.

>"Now then, you said something??"

"Erm, well, er," says Fleck.  He looks at the ceiling, then at the walls.
Seeing that things are not quite getting Very Bad, he starts looking for
something suitable for sitting on.  Keeping in mind that his bug wings call
for something lacking a back rest.  This process of looking for something
to sit on looks like it might take a while, as his little gray cells are
already pressed for processor time, what with the many many Idle Thoughts
that pixies ponder on.

So he decides to sit on the floor next to the table.  Which works rather well,
except for the fact that now he can only see the underside of the table....


>Fizzle.

R@:  "
--
"Why not nip into McDonalds just to use the
toilet?  It's a good symbolic gesture."
     --Deadline