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Plight of the Mouse-mat Lynne sat there aghast amongst the clean picked bones of Mr Giblin and then threw the final finger bone to join the rest in a heap on the floor, thus completing her grizzly task. Then she started to think and this was indeed a dangerous path to go down, a tenuous corridor that had consumed the sanity of millions of people throughout history. She pondered to herself why it was exactly that she’d eaten Mr Giblin alive, did this mean that she had not only consumed Mr Giblin but in doing so had she also eaten his soul? Did Lynne now have the very essence of Mr Giblin’s being? She had once read about a pirate called Cedric Pybone in her Bunty Annual 1945 who was partial to a little cannibalism (but only on full moons) and he believed that when he ate these people he became them and took not only their name, but their jobs and sometimes even their LP collections. He had taken on the personas of doctors, lawyers, firemen and amongst other things a horse jockey. Lynne’s concentration was suddenly broken by a multitude of trilobites
making their way towards her, scuttling around the glowing molten core
and all of them were chomping at the bit. She dashed away from them towards
her sub atomic drilling machine, stopping only to apply more factor 30
sun cream to repel the melting properties of the earth’s centre.
‘So that’s what happened to those stalwarts of the dinosaur
age’, she thought, ‘only those hard shelled devils would have
emigrated to the centre of the earth to drink it’s molten core’.
Lynne slammed shut the metal hatch door of the Borer3000 just as one the
trilobites was about to nibble her leg. So Lynne set about her search for the Holy Grail; she searched day and night for many months across four continents and seven seas. Then one day she found it and it wasn’t as good as she had imagined so she left it where she had found it and went off to a wooded glade for the weekend. It was dark by the time she reached the wooded glade so she treaded carefully
and what a good job that was because someone or something was watching
her very closely from a nearby tree. The next day Lynne awoke to see a
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