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From: nyssa@abnji.UUCP (nyssa of traken)
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Subject: Re: Net Fiction
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Date: Tue, 30-Jul-85 08:45:47 EDT
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Posted: Tue Jul 30 08:45:47 1985
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     The distant sound of sirens was soothing to
Pradip Snodgrass.  With grim determination, he seized
his ten-foot blowgun, a kosher pickle, and a used but
serviceable colonoscope.  It's time, he thought, for
somebody to *do* something.
	He tried to stand up, but failed.  Realizing that
the sirens were for him, he dropped what he had and tried to
open the giant bear trap that trapped his legs.  He
saw it happen once, when the "authorities" caught up 
with his sister, they vapourised her; he thinks that
happened to his whole family.
	Pradip was on the run as the last talking 
marsupial.
-- 
James C Armstrong, Jnr.   ihnp4!abnji!nyssa

Armstrong c Wheeler b Ash			1 (rats)