From: Snowcat To: TLK-L Subject: A new fanfic (short) Date: Saturday, November 08, 1997 1:41 PM The snowleopard grimaces in concentration as he beats on the keyboard with his clumsy paws. Alas, the keys were not designed for paws, nor his paws for typing, and the combination lends much cursing and tail-swishing to the writing process. As frustration piles upon frustration like hairballs in a snowleopard spittoon, the cat decides that his planned novel may be outside of his technical means. Eventually his snowy dream of a novel gives way to a novelette. The novelette cedes to a short story, which falls to an anecdote, until he finds himself struggling to complete a coherent paragraph. His spell checker has long since GPF'd in a digital form of surrender, and all that remains of the mouse is a frayed cable end, and a discomforture of the stomach - serving as a churning reminder to control his fits of feline pique. With a churr of relief, he hammers the final punctuation key, and transmits his story to the list. He slumps back in his chair, and idly fishes a gerbil out of the tupperware dish he always keeps nearby when he's working. As he munches on the little rodent, he likewise ruminates on his literary accomplishment, and finally understands why one doesn't see very many feline authors listed in the library fiche. ------------------------------------------- Lunch Time For Simba (a short story by Snowcat) The rustle of the savannah breeze through the long grasses, soothingly complimenting the continuous drone of the insects, was truncated sharply by the death-scream of a gazelle. "Come, Shani," said Simba, nuzzling his supine cub awake from her mid-afternoon nap. "It sounds like your mother is serving dinner. Let's go get some before it gets all cold and rigor mortised. the end dave b - simba@magic.mb.ca (or) /OU1=BRA0041_@mhs-merlin.attmail.com founder: fcos / originator: tlkiawol / believer: Nala HTOFL