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 Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 8:09 pm
Here is Edana And this is Skye.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 8:32 pm
Edana stood tall. Proud of what she had done. I have done well. My first quest has been completed. 
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 5:58 pm
Introducing Slik. He is a sad little bunyip who just wants to be loved. The tale he has to tell is a sad one, but with any luck, he will be able to turn that around and lead a full and grotesque life.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 9:45 pm
 The Trickster spins a tale of woe concerning a Bunyip of particularly poor fortune.
This Bunyip was born to a proud and domineering Bunyip mother, and a coarse and racous Bunyip father. This would seem a normal enough Bunyip family for a sludgeling to come in to being with.
The mother and the father were pleased to see that their young Bunyip child was the color of mud and dirt. It was a color that a Bunyip could be proud of. And it quivered and oozed as any Bunyip sludge should. This too, pleased the parents.
The young Bunyip's trouble began when he emerged from his sludge, toddled awkwardly into the world, and blinked eyes that were the color of rotting greenery, wiggled toes that were caked with dirt and grime, and flapped wings that were as useless as they were the color of muck.
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The horror! The mother wailed as the father bemoaned this as a trick that even Puck would not stoop to. There were gnashings of teeth and pulling of wart hairs. Things were broken, shouts were heard, fluffy things were hurtled through the air. The parents were clearly NOT pleased.
For you see...the unfortunate Bunyip child had skin that was as smooth as silk. Oh sure...it was as riddled and bumpy with the normal dips and swells that Bunyip have. And sure, it was dirty and colored such a pleasing color...but it was SOFT! It was SILKY! It was...HORRIBLE.
No self-respecting Bunyip could be seen with such skin. And so...the tale of woe began. The poor Bunyip child suffered the ostracism of the truly less grotesque.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 9:46 pm
With only having wings and toes it was hard for the little bunyip to understand his parents displeasure. "Momma am I not ugly enough? Daddy do you despise me?" The poor little thing was confused. To him he was truly grotesque. What did it matter that he was soft. Isn't that what a baby's skin was like?
His parents were at a loss. How could Momma explain to her child that his skin is different? How could Daddy take his son out in public? They had no answers...
Finally the little one spoke up. "I am brown, ugly, and I am the way I am. Either you despise me for that, or I will go. Maybe a life alone will harden my skin enough for you to care."
The child looked into his parents eyes... Momma cried even more than when she first looked at him. "You're my son!" Daddy turned his back to them both. "What am I supposed to do with him? I can't let our friends see this thing that you call a son. He is a soft!"
What will happen with this family? Will they find a way to get past this problem?
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