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You know, if I'm going to be getting a cold every two weeks for the rest of the winter, I'm not sure I'm gonna survive. Because this? IS NOT FUN! Getting over stuff quickly isn't a lot of use when there's a queue of other ones behind it! Argh! *goes to lie down*
And meme, because I need to do something.
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 56.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
- He would have been snapped up like a drowning fly before he'd covered a twentieth of that distance!
But almost another full minute passed before the realisation of the finality of his defeat really sank in.
Grandpa was beginning to eat!
Each of the dark slits down the side of the cone was a mouth. So far only one of them was in operating condition, and the raft wasn't able to open that one very wide as yet. The first morsel had been fed into, however: the bug rider the vines had plucked out of the flier's downy neck fur. It took grandpa several minutes to work it out of sight, small as it was. But it was a start. -
From "Grandpa", short story by James H. Schmitz in Explorers: SF Adventures to Far Horizons
And meme, because I need to do something.
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 56.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
- He would have been snapped up like a drowning fly before he'd covered a twentieth of that distance!
But almost another full minute passed before the realisation of the finality of his defeat really sank in.
Grandpa was beginning to eat!
Each of the dark slits down the side of the cone was a mouth. So far only one of them was in operating condition, and the raft wasn't able to open that one very wide as yet. The first morsel had been fed into, however: the bug rider the vines had plucked out of the flier's downy neck fur. It took grandpa several minutes to work it out of sight, small as it was. But it was a start. -
From "Grandpa", short story by James H. Schmitz in Explorers: SF Adventures to Far Horizons
