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Hi allI've never posted in this area before thought I'd give it a try. Here goes nuthin'.... After checking out the preview it may be easier to read this if you cut and paste it into Word or similar. We Used to Hunt Dragons The wife and I have revived the art of strolling. In today’s modern world not many folks are interested in walking for the sole purpose of going for a walk. We however go for regular evening strolls even in the rain. We walk slowly take our time and amble through the night-time city streets watching the bustle without actually taking part in it. Usually. I have on a trenchcoat and fedora (my wife says it makes me look mysterious and that’s what she likes…) and carry an umbrella-cane. It’s the limp you see. Had quite the injury there at one point. My wife is most often wearing crisp business attire very British. Looks good on her though and the skirts let me see that yes she has in fact kept her legs in excellent shape. One of the things that makes our friends fear for us is the fact that we usually stroll down dark deserted alleyways. They seem to think that we are in some danger from muggers and such but this is not the case. We tell them over and over that we don’t get mugged but they continue to worry. They would worry even more if they knew that we do get mugged almost every time. But you see they don’t know that when we were younger my wife and I used to hunt dragons. As you might be able to figure out hunting dragons is an arduous task. It involves years of training self discipline and skill. We spent a helluva lot of time going through the drills and we were the best damned team in the business when we finally packed it in. Last I heard most of our records were still unbroken. Makes a man feel good knowing that. Dragons are wily beasts and in their avoidance of human contact they have taken to living in the sewers under the cities. They come out at night to feed. Someone missing from your neighbourhood? Blame it on a hungry dragon. Remember the scare about alligators in the sewers? How people were worried about pet owners flushing their unwanted reptiles down the toilet and now they’re living down in the pipes below? Well forget about it. The dragons ate them all. We were out for our usual stroll the other evening and took a detour down a particularly dark alley. Almost at once we were approached by a young scruffy man who demanded our money and valuables.“I think not young man,” said my wife. I smiled and nodded my agreement with her. He’s right on cue. I thought to myself.”I got a gun,” he said. “and if you don’t give me what I want. I’ll kill you!”We looked. Sure as shootin’ (no pun intended folks) he produced a gun from one of his pockets.“Oh my,“ said my wife from behind raised eyebrows. Then she frowned. “I don’t think you understand. You see we used to hunt dragons.”“Yeah. OK so you’re both nuts whatever just give me your money!“No. I don’t think so,” I said. “As my wife says we used to hunt dragons. And believe me dragons are far more dangerous than you son.”“I ain’t yer son and give me your cash!” Now he was really getting angry. He was fidgeting and he kept looking toward the street behind us probably fearing that more people may appear and spoil his attempt at mugging us. “Oh dear. Young man you are being so very impolite.” That’s my wife always a stickler for manners. “Don’t you know you should respect your elders? After all we used to hunt dragons.”“Stop saying that! There’s no such things as dragons!”“I beg to differ son they do exist and they are very dangerous,” I said.“Yes,” said my wife. “ I still remember the last time we went on a hunt. What was it dear about thirty years ago?”“Yep something like that.,” I replied. The lad was getting really nervous but for some reason he was listening. They always do. I think it’s her English accent makes everyone think of their school teacher. My wife continued:“Yes we dropped into the sewer pipe and right away we could smell him. He smelled like a big one and no mistake! But that was all right because we just loved a smashing good fight. At any rate we searched a number of hours for his hiding spot sloshing through the liquid waste search beams panning back and forth along the walls…” She went on her somewhat hypnotic voice keeping the mugger in a thrall as she told her story. She told about finding the dragon and surprising it while it was asleep so that it was real easy to dispose of.“…we were quite disappointed mind you we had been anticipating a good fight but oh well we had a job to do after all. We finished the big beast off and then began to make our way out of the sewers. It was at this point we discovered that the one we had just killed was a mum and that she had three dragonettes with her. One of them surprised us and managed to get a good bite out of my husband’s left leg. Perhaps you noticed his limp? In the ensuing melee we killed two of the little ones and seriously wounded the third but we didn’t have the heart to finish him off. Oh he was such a sad looking little creature!”At this point. I took over the narrative. “Oh hon you are so sentimental! Yes son we took that little guy home fixed him up and made him our pet.”“Are you two saying you had a pet dragon? You are crazy!”“No son we aren’t crazy and the word is ‘have’ not ‘had’. Yes raising one of those little suckers is tough work. Did you know that the sewer dragon doesn’t shoot flame? No indeed it’s a steam breather. Open flame in the sewers with all that methane gas? Don’t think so! Superheated steam is the best route down there. Do you have any idea how hard it is to feed a nine hundred pound dragon? They’re carnivores you know meat-eaters and they eat their own body weight once a week. That gets expensive!”I smiled. The smile that I smiled must have been a little on the mean side because the mugger looked a little startled and raised his gun. My wife sighed. “He still doesn’t understand,” she said. And at that point. I think he did clue in. He looked kinda spooked as he glanced down the side alley but only for a second. A blast of superheated steam caught him full in the chest and parboiled him instantly. The poor boy didn’t even have time to scream. My wife and I linked arms and continued our stroll. She chuckled in what I felt was quite a bloodthirsty (and totally un-British) manner as the crunching chewing sounds faded behind us.”To think that we used to hunt dragons!” She said. “They make such excellent pets!”_________________"Life's too short to get wrapped around the axle about the little things." - SK-The First Law of Geography: Everything is Connected to Everything Else.

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Hi allI've never posted in this area before thought I'd give it a try. Here goes nuthin'.... After checking out the preview it may be easier to read this if you cut and paste it into Word or similar. We Used to Hunt Dragons The wife and I have revived the art of strolling. In today’s modern world not many folks are interested in walking for the sole purpose of going for a walk. We however go for regular evening strolls even in the rain. We walk slowly take our time and amble through the night-time city streets watching the bustle without actually taking part in it. Usually. I have on a trenchcoat and fedora (my wife says it makes me look mysterious and that’s what she likes…) and carry an umbrella-cane. It’s the limp you see. Had quite the injury there at one point. My wife is most often wearing crisp business attire very British. Looks good on her though and the skirts let me see that yes she has in fact kept her legs in excellent shape. One of the things that makes our friends fear for us is the fact that we usually stroll down dark deserted alleyways. They seem to think that we are in some danger from muggers and such but this is not the case. We tell them over and over that we don’t get mugged but they continue to worry. They would worry even more if they knew that we do get mugged almost every time. But you see they don’t know that when we were younger my wife and I used to hunt dragons. As you might be able to figure out hunting dragons is an arduous task. It involves years of training self discipline and skill. We spent a helluva lot of time going through the drills and we were the best damned team in the business when we finally packed it in. Last I heard most of our records were still unbroken. Makes a man feel good knowing that. Dragons are wily beasts and in their avoidance of human contact they have taken to living in the sewers under the cities. They come out at night to feed. Someone missing from your neighbourhood? Blame it on a hungry dragon. Remember the scare about alligators in the sewers? How people were worried about pet owners flushing their unwanted reptiles down the toilet and now they’re living down in the pipes below? Well forget about it. The dragons ate them all. We were out for our usual stroll the other evening and took a detour down a particularly dark alley. Almost at once we were approached by a young scruffy man who demanded our money and valuables.“I think not young man,” said my wife. I smiled and nodded my agreement with her. He’s right on cue. I thought to myself.”I got a gun,” he said. “and if you don’t give me what I want. I’ll kill you!”We looked. Sure as shootin’ (no pun intended folks) he produced a gun from one of his pockets.“Oh my,“ said my wife from behind raised eyebrows. Then she frowned. “I don’t think you understand. You see we used to hunt dragons.”“Yeah. OK so you’re both nuts whatever just give me your money!“No. I don’t think so,” I said. “As my wife says we used to hunt dragons. And believe me dragons are far more dangerous than you son.”“I ain’t yer son and give me your cash!” Now he was really getting angry. He was fidgeting and he kept looking toward the street behind us probably fearing that more people may appear and spoil his attempt at mugging us. “Oh dear. Young man you are being so very impolite.” That’s my wife always a stickler for manners. “Don’t you know you should respect your elders? After all we used to hunt dragons.”“Stop saying that! There’s no such things as dragons!”“I beg to differ son they do exist and they are very dangerous,” I said.“Yes,” said my wife. “ I still remember the last time we went on a hunt. What was it dear about thirty years ago?”“Yep something like that.,” I replied. The lad was getting really nervous but for some reason he was listening. They always do. I think it’s her English accent makes everyone think of their school teacher. My wife continued:“Yes we dropped into the sewer pipe and right away we could smell him. He smelled like a big one and no mistake! But that was all right because we just loved a smashing good fight. At any rate we searched a number of hours for his hiding spot sloshing through the liquid waste search beams panning back and forth along the walls…” She went on her somewhat hypnotic voice keeping the mugger in a thrall as she told her story. She told about finding the dragon and surprising it while it was asleep so that it was real easy to dispose of.“…we were quite disappointed mind you we had been anticipating a good fight but oh well we had a job to do after all. We finished the big beast off and then began to make our way out of the sewers. It was at this point we discovered that the one we had just killed was a mum and that she had three dragonettes with her. One of them surprised us and managed to get a good bite out of my husband’s left leg. Perhaps you noticed his limp? In the ensuing melee we killed two of the little ones and seriously wounded the third but we didn’t have the heart to finish him off. Oh he was such a sad looking little creature!”At this point. I took over the narrative. “Oh hon you are so sentimental! Yes son we took that little guy home fixed him up and made him our pet.”“Are you two saying you had a pet dragon? You are crazy!”“No son we aren’t crazy and the word is ‘have’ not ‘had’. Yes raising one of those little suckers is tough work. Did you know that the sewer dragon doesn’t shoot flame? No indeed it’s a steam breather. Open flame in the sewers with all that methane gas? Don’t think so! Superheated steam is the best route down there. Do you have any idea how hard it is to feed a nine hundred pound dragon? They’re carnivores you know meat-eaters and they eat their own body weight once a week. That gets expensive!”I smiled. The smile that I smiled must have been a little on the mean side because the mugger looked a little startled and raised his gun. My wife sighed. “He still doesn’t understand,” she said. And at that point. I think he did clue in. He looked kinda spooked as he glanced down the side alley but only for a second. A blast of superheated steam caught him full in the chest and parboiled him instantly. The poor boy didn’t even have time to scream. My wife and I linked arms and continued our stroll. She chuckled in what I felt was quite a bloodthirsty (and totally un-British) manner as the crunching chewing sounds faded behind us.”To think that we used to hunt dragons!” She said. “They make such excellent pets!”_________________"Life's too short to get wrapped around the axle about the little things." - SK-The First Law of Geography: Everything is Connected to Everything Else.

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Hi allI've never posted in this area before thought I'd give it a try. Here goes nuthin'.... After checking out the preview it may be easier to read this if you cut and paste it into Word or similar. We Used to Hunt Dragons The wife and I have revived the art of strolling. In today’s modern world not many folks are interested in walking for the sole purpose of going for a walk. We however go for regular evening strolls even in the rain. We walk slowly take our time and amble through the night-time city streets watching the bustle without actually taking part in it. Usually. I have on a trenchcoat and fedora (my wife says it makes me look mysterious and that’s what she likes…) and carry an umbrella-cane. It’s the limp you see. Had quite the injury there at one point. My wife is most often wearing crisp business attire very British. Looks good on her though and the skirts let me see that yes she has in fact kept her legs in excellent shape. One of the things that makes our friends fear for us is the fact that we usually stroll down dark deserted alleyways. They seem to think that we are in some danger from muggers and such but this is not the case. We tell them over and over that we don’t get mugged but they continue to worry. They would worry even more if they knew that we do get mugged almost every time. But you see they don’t know that when we were younger my wife and I used to hunt dragons. As you might be able to figure out hunting dragons is an arduous task. It involves years of training self discipline and skill. We spent a helluva lot of time going through the drills and we were the best damned team in the business when we finally packed it in. Last I heard most of our records were still unbroken. Makes a man feel good knowing that. Dragons are wily beasts and in their avoidance of human contact they have taken to living in the sewers under the cities. They come out at night to feed. Someone missing from your neighbourhood? Blame it on a hungry dragon. Remember the scare about alligators in the sewers? How people were worried about pet owners flushing their unwanted reptiles down the toilet and now they’re living down in the pipes below? Well forget about it. The dragons ate them all. We were out for our usual stroll the other evening and took a detour down a particularly dark alley. Almost at once we were approached by a young scruffy man who demanded our money and valuables.“I think not young man,” said my wife. I smiled and nodded my agreement with her. He’s right on cue. I thought to myself.”I got a gun,” he said. “and if you don’t give me what I want. I’ll kill you!”We looked. Sure as shootin’ (no pun intended folks) he produced a gun from one of his pockets.“Oh my,“ said my wife from behind raised eyebrows. Then she frowned. “I don’t think you understand. You see we used to hunt dragons.”“Yeah. OK so you’re both nuts whatever just give me your money!“No. I don’t think so,” I said. “As my wife says we used to hunt dragons. And believe me dragons are far more dangerous than you son.”“I ain’t yer son and give me your cash!” Now he was really getting angry. He was fidgeting and he kept looking toward the street behind us probably fearing that more people may appear and spoil his attempt at mugging us. “Oh dear. Young man you are being so very impolite.” That’s my wife always a stickler for manners. “Don’t you know you should respect your elders? After all we used to hunt dragons.”“Stop saying that! There’s no such things as dragons!”“I beg to differ son they do exist and they are very dangerous,” I said.“Yes,” said my wife. “ I still remember the last time we went on a hunt. What was it dear about thirty years ago?”“Yep something like that.,” I replied. The lad was getting really nervous but for some reason he was listening. They always do. I think it’s her English accent makes everyone think of their school teacher. My wife continued:“Yes we dropped into the sewer pipe and right away we could smell him. He smelled like a big one and no mistake! But that was all right because we just loved a smashing good fight. At any rate we searched a number of hours for his hiding spot sloshing through the liquid waste search beams panning back and forth along the walls…” She went on her somewhat hypnotic voice keeping the mugger in a thrall as she told her story. She told about finding the dragon and surprising it while it was asleep so that it was real easy to dispose of.“…we were quite disappointed mind you we had been anticipating a good fight but oh well we had a job to do after all. We finished the big beast off and then began to make our way out of the sewers. It was at this point we discovered that the one we had just killed was a mum and that she had three dragonettes with her. One of them surprised us and managed to get a good bite out of my husband’s left leg. Perhaps you noticed his limp? In the ensuing melee we killed two of the little ones and seriously wounded the third but we didn’t have the heart to finish him off. Oh he was such a sad looking little creature!”At this point. I took over the narrative. “Oh hon you are so sentimental! Yes son we took that little guy home fixed him up and made him our pet.”“Are you two saying you had a pet dragon? You are crazy!”“No son we aren’t crazy and the word is ‘have’ not ‘had’. Yes raising one of those little suckers is tough work. Did you know that the sewer dragon doesn’t shoot flame? No indeed it’s a steam breather. Open flame in the sewers with all that methane gas? Don’t think so! Superheated steam is the best route down there. Do you have any idea how hard it is to feed a nine hundred pound dragon? They’re carnivores you know meat-eaters and they eat their own body weight once a week. That gets expensive!”I smiled. The smile that I smiled must have been a little on the mean side because the mugger looked a little startled and raised his gun. My wife sighed. “He still doesn’t understand,” she said. And at that point. I think he did clue in. He looked kinda spooked as he glanced down the side alley but only for a second. A blast of superheated steam caught him full in the chest and parboiled him instantly. The poor boy didn’t even have time to scream. My wife and I linked arms and continued our stroll. She chuckled in what I felt was quite a bloodthirsty (and totally un-British) manner as the crunching chewing sounds faded behind us.”To think that we used to hunt dragons!” She said. “They make such excellent pets!”_________________"Life's too short to get wrapped around the axle about the little things." - SK-The First Law of Geography: Everything is Connected to Everything Else.

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Hi allI've never posted in this area before thought I'd give it a try. Here goes nuthin'.... After checking out the preview it may be easier to read this if you cut and paste it into Word or similar. We Used to Hunt Dragons The wife and I have revived the art of strolling. In today’s modern world not many folks are interested in walking for the sole purpose of going for a walk. We however go for regular evening strolls even in the rain. We walk slowly take our time and amble through the night-time city streets watching the bustle without actually taking part in it. Usually. I have on a trenchcoat and fedora (my wife says it makes me look mysterious and that’s what she likes…) and carry an umbrella-cane. It’s the limp you see. Had quite the injury there at one point. My wife is most often wearing crisp business attire very British. Looks good on her though and the skirts let me see that yes she has in fact kept her legs in excellent shape. One of the things that makes our friends fear for us is the fact that we usually stroll down dark deserted alleyways. They seem to think that we are in some danger from muggers and such but this is not the case. We tell them over and over that we don’t get mugged but they continue to worry. They would worry even more if they knew that we do get mugged almost every time. But you see they don’t know that when we were younger my wife and I used to hunt dragons. As you might be able to figure out hunting dragons is an arduous task. It involves years of training self discipline and skill. We spent a helluva lot of time going through the drills and we were the best damned team in the business when we finally packed it in. Last I heard most of our records were still unbroken. Makes a man feel good knowing that. Dragons are wily beasts and in their avoidance of human contact they have taken to living in the sewers under the cities. They come out at night to feed. Someone missing from your neighbourhood? Blame it on a hungry dragon. Remember the scare about alligators in the sewers? How people were worried about pet owners flushing their unwanted reptiles down the toilet and now they’re living down in the pipes below? Well forget about it. The dragons ate them all. We were out for our usual stroll the other evening and took a detour down a particularly dark alley. Almost at once we were approached by a young scruffy man who demanded our money and valuables.“I think not young man,” said my wife. I smiled and nodded my agreement with her. He’s right on cue. I thought to myself.”I got a gun,” he said. “and if you don’t give me what I want. I’ll kill you!”We looked. Sure as shootin’ (no pun intended folks) he produced a gun from one of his pockets.“Oh my,“ said my wife from behind raised eyebrows. Then she frowned. “I don’t think you understand. You see we used to hunt dragons.”“Yeah. OK so you’re both nuts whatever just give me your money!“No. I don’t think so,” I said. “As my wife says we used to hunt dragons. And believe me dragons are far more dangerous than you son.”“I ain’t yer son and give me your cash!” Now he was really getting angry. He was fidgeting and he kept looking toward the street behind us probably fearing that more people may appear and spoil his attempt at mugging us. “Oh dear. Young man you are being so very impolite.” That’s my wife always a stickler for manners. “Don’t you know you should respect your elders? After all we used to hunt dragons.”“Stop saying that! There’s no such things as dragons!”“I beg to differ son they do exist and they are very dangerous,” I said.“Yes,” said my wife. “ I still remember the last time we went on a hunt. What was it dear about thirty years ago?”“Yep something like that.,” I replied. The lad was getting really nervous but for some reason he was listening. They always do. I think it’s her English accent makes everyone think of their school teacher. My wife continued:“Yes we dropped into the sewer pipe and right away we could smell him. He smelled like a big one and no mistake! But that was all right because we just loved a smashing good fight. At any rate we searched a number of hours for his hiding spot sloshing through the liquid waste search beams panning back and forth along the walls…” She went on her somewhat hypnotic voice keeping the mugger in a thrall as she told her story. She told about finding the dragon and surprising it while it was asleep so that it was real easy to dispose of.“…we were quite disappointed mind you we had been anticipating a good fight but oh well we had a job to do after all. We finished the big beast off and then began to make our way out of the sewers. It was at this point we discovered that the one we had just killed was a mum and that she had three dragonettes with her. One of them surprised us and managed to get a good bite out of my husband’s left leg. Perhaps you noticed his limp? In the ensuing melee we killed two of the little ones and seriously wounded the third but we didn’t have the heart to finish him off. Oh he was such a sad looking little creature!”At this point. I took over the narrative. “Oh hon you are so sentimental! Yes son we took that little guy home fixed him up and made him our pet.”“Are you two saying you had a pet dragon? You are crazy!”“No son we aren’t crazy and the word is ‘have’ not ‘had’. Yes raising one of those little suckers is tough work. Did you know that the sewer dragon doesn’t shoot flame? No indeed it’s a steam breather. Open flame in the sewers with all that methane gas? Don’t think so! Superheated steam is the best route down there. Do you have any idea how hard it is to feed a nine hundred pound dragon? They’re carnivores you know meat-eaters and they eat their own body weight once a week. That gets expensive!”I smiled. The smile that I smiled must have been a little on the mean side because the mugger looked a little startled and raised his gun. My wife sighed. “He still doesn’t understand,” she said. And at that point. I think he did clue in. He looked kinda spooked as he glanced down the side alley but only for a second. A blast of superheated steam caught him full in the chest and parboiled him instantly. The poor boy didn’t even have time to scream. My wife and I linked arms and continued our stroll. She chuckled in what I felt was quite a bloodthirsty (and totally un-British) manner as the crunching chewing sounds faded behind us.”To think that we used to hunt dragons!” She said. “They make such excellent pets!”_________________"Life's too short to get wrapped around the axle about the little things." - SK-The First Law of Geography: Everything is Connected to Everything Else.

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Hi allI've never posted in this area before thought I'd give it a try. Here goes nuthin'.... After checking out the preview it may be easier to read this if you cut and paste it into Word or similar. We Used to Hunt Dragons The wife and I have revived the art of strolling. In today’s modern world not many folks are interested in walking for the sole purpose of going for a walk. We however go for regular evening strolls even in the rain. We walk slowly take our time and amble through the night-time city streets watching the bustle without actually taking part in it. Usually. I have on a trenchcoat and fedora (my wife says it makes me look mysterious and that’s what she likes…) and carry an umbrella-cane. It’s the limp you see. Had quite the injury there at one point. My wife is most often wearing crisp business attire very British. Looks good on her though and the skirts let me see that yes she has in fact kept her legs in excellent shape. One of the things that makes our friends fear for us is the fact that we usually stroll down dark deserted alleyways. They seem to think that we are in some danger from muggers and such but this is not the case. We tell them over and over that we don’t get mugged but they continue to worry. They would worry even more if they knew that we do get mugged almost every time. But you see they don’t know that when we were younger my wife and I used to hunt dragons. As you might be able to figure out hunting dragons is an arduous task. It involves years of training self discipline and skill. We spent a helluva lot of time going through the drills and we were the best damned team in the business when we finally packed it in. Last I heard most of our records were still unbroken. Makes a man feel good knowing that. Dragons are wily beasts and in their avoidance of human contact they have taken to living in the sewers under the cities. They come out at night to feed. Someone missing from your neighbourhood? Blame it on a hungry dragon. Remember the scare about alligators in the sewers? How people were worried about pet owners flushing their unwanted reptiles down the toilet and now they’re living down in the pipes below? Well forget about it. The dragons ate them all. We were out for our usual stroll the other evening and took a detour down a particularly dark alley. Almost at once we were approached by a young scruffy man who demanded our money and valuables.“I think not young man,” said my wife. I smiled and nodded my agreement with her. He’s right on cue. I thought to myself.”I got a gun,” he said. “and if you don’t give me what I want. I’ll kill you!”We looked. Sure as shootin’ (no pun intended folks) he produced a gun from one of his pockets.“Oh my,“ said my wife from behind raised eyebrows. Then she frowned. “I don’t think you understand. You see we used to hunt dragons.”“Yeah. OK so you’re both nuts whatever just give me your money!“No. I don’t think so,” I said. “As my wife says we used to hunt dragons. And believe me dragons are far more dangerous than you son.”“I ain’t yer son and give me your cash!” Now he was really getting angry. He was fidgeting and he kept looking toward the street behind us probably fearing that more people may appear and spoil his attempt at mugging us. “Oh dear. Young man you are being so very impolite.” That’s my wife always a stickler for manners. “Don’t you know you should respect your elders? After all we used to hunt dragons.”“Stop saying that! There’s no such things as dragons!”“I beg to differ son they do exist and they are very dangerous,” I said.“Yes,” said my wife. “ I still remember the last time we went on a hunt. What was it dear about thirty years ago?”“Yep something like that.,” I replied. The lad was getting really nervous but for some reason he was listening. They always do. I think it’s her English accent makes everyone think of their school teacher. My wife continued:“Yes we dropped into the sewer pipe and right away we could smell him. He smelled like a big one and no mistake! But that was all right because we just loved a smashing good fight. At any rate we searched a number of hours for his hiding spot sloshing through the liquid waste search beams panning back and forth along the walls…” She went on her somewhat hypnotic voice keeping the mugger in a thrall as she told her story. She told about finding the dragon and surprising it while it was asleep so that it was real easy to dispose of.“…we were quite disappointed mind you we had been anticipating a good fight but oh well we had a job to do after all. We finished the big beast off and then began to make our way out of the sewers. It was at this point we discovered that the one we had just killed was a mum and that she had three dragonettes with her. One of them surprised us and managed to get a good bite out of my husband’s left leg. Perhaps you noticed his limp? In the ensuing melee we killed two of the little ones and seriously wounded the third but we didn’t have the heart to finish him off. Oh he was such a sad looking little creature!”At this point. I took over the narrative. “Oh hon you are so sentimental! Yes son we took that little guy home fixed him up and made him our pet.”“Are you two saying you had a pet dragon? You are crazy!”“No son we aren’t crazy and the word is ‘have’ not ‘had’. Yes raising one of those little suckers is tough work. Did you know that the sewer dragon doesn’t shoot flame? No indeed it’s a steam breather. Open flame in the sewers with all that methane gas? Don’t think so! Superheated steam is the best route down there. Do you have any idea how hard it is to feed a nine hundred pound dragon? They’re carnivores you know meat-eaters and they eat their own body weight once a week. That gets expensive!”I smiled. The smile that I smiled must have been a little on the mean side because the mugger looked a little startled and raised his gun. My wife sighed. “He still doesn’t understand,” she said. And at that point. I think he did clue in. He looked kinda spooked as he glanced down the side alley but only for a second. A blast of superheated steam caught him full in the chest and parboiled him instantly. The poor boy didn’t even have time to scream. My wife and I linked arms and continued our stroll. She chuckled in what I felt was quite a bloodthirsty (and totally un-British) manner as the crunching chewing sounds faded behind us.”To think that we used to hunt dragons!” She said. “They make such excellent pets!”_________________"Life's too short to get wrapped around the axle about the little things." - SK-The First Law of Geography: Everything is Connected to Everything Else.

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A puppeteer behind a hi-tech cartoon character will take a brave step into the Dragons' Den. David Field of Alfriston near Polegate will present his 'Virtual Puppet' to the fiery panel of self-made multi-millionaires on the BBC show on Monday. The father-of-two believes the 3D character is the future of shopping advertising corporate events and children's parties. Projected on a plasma check the engrave imitates the body movements and facial expressions of whoever is wearing a special suit fitted with sensors to detect the tiniest gestures. Millions of viewers ordain see the 39-year-old appealing to the Dragons for investment for his state-of-the-art motion capture technology system. Mr handle said: "Going into the Den was terrifying and it took an awful lot of preparation and money from all different sources just to get to that stage. "The pressure was really on to get the investment and to say all their questions. It felt that everything was on the line. It looks like entertaining reality TV but believe me it was very realindeed. "People say the Dragons are horrible but that's just part of the whole game and I did evaluate it was great fun." The technology behind the Virtual Puppet which would have cost millions of pounds to produce just a few years ago can now be run from the average home computer. The person operating the virtual puppet is hidden nearby behind a screen or furnish and can interact live with an audience. Mr Field who was born in Lewes and grew up in Brighton said it could be used by a shop to converse to customers entering a store about its latest offers and at trade shows information booths andbusiness conferences. But he is sworn to secrecy over whether he received the cash - although he admitted that business was booming since he entered the den. He added: "We are near to completing some amazing contracts. It really has all taken off since I went into the den. "There are shops who want to use the Virtual Puppet already in time for the Christmas rush by welcoming customers to their store and telling them about their special offers. He has been working with Hove-based company Berlin-Armstrong Locatives which has developed the technology. Mr Field said: "The system captures your entire body movement and basically lets you become a joystick to control the character on the screen. "Until very recently computers could not do this kind of thing in a relatively cheap and accessible way. The advances in technology mean many of the things we could only conceive of of are on the vergeof being made a reality. "You never know if it takes off I could be moving in next to Fatboy Slim one day." Register for a remove The Argus account and you can have your say on today's news and sport by adding comments on articles we publish. The best comments may even get published in the paper. Here in Sussex we soon get in a tizz about wheelie bins new incinerators recycling collections and landfill site proposals – but all this is as nothing to the effect our Western throwaway consumer habit is having elsewhere in the world. To celebrate the launch of its Foxhole Reserve red booze in Tesco stores across Sussex. The Argus has teamed up with Bookers Vineyard to offer three lucky readers the chance to win a luxury tour and tasting for two at the vineyard in Bolney. West Sussex. His rendition of Bright Eyes could reduce The League Of Gentlemen's cruel Poppa to tears and his biggest hit as part of Simon and Garfunkel. Bridge Over Troubled Water was one of the most performed songs of the 20th century.

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A puppeteer behind a hi-tech cartoon character will take a defy step into the Dragons' Den. David Field of Alfriston come Polegate will present his 'Virtual Puppet' to the fiery panel of self-made multi-millionaires on the BBC show on Monday. The father-of-two believes the 3D character is the future of shopping advertising corporate events and children's parties. Projected on a plasma screen the character imitates the body movements and facial expressions of whoever is wearing a special suit fitted with sensors to detect the tiniest gestures. Millions of viewers will see the 39-year-old appealing to the Dragons for investment for his state-of-the-art motion capture technology system. Mr Field said: "Going into the Den was terrifying and it took an awful lot of preparation and money from all different sources just to get to that stage. "The pressure was really on to get the investment and to say all their questions. It entangle that everything was on the line. It looks desire entertaining reality TV but believe me it was very realindeed. "People say the Dragons are horrible but that's just part of the whole game and I did think it was great fun." The technology behind the Virtual Puppet which would have cost millions of pounds to produce just a few years ago can now be run from the add up home computer. The person operating the virtual puppet is hidden nearby behind a screen or curtain and can act live with an audience. Mr Field who was born in Lewes and grew up in Brighton said it could be used by a shop to chat to customers entering a store about its latest offers and at trade shows information booths andbusiness conferences. But he is sworn to secrecy over whether he received the cash - although he admitted that business was booming since he entered the den. He added: "We are near to completing some amazing contracts. It really has all taken off since I went into the den. "There are shops who want to use the Virtual Puppet already in time for the Christmas rush by welcoming customers to their store and telling them about their special offers. He has been working with Hove-based company Berlin-Armstrong Locatives which has developed the technology. Mr Field said: "The system captures your entire body movement and basically lets you become a joystick to control the character on the screen. "Until very recently computers could not do this kind of thing in a relatively cheap and accessible way. The advances in technology mean many of the things we could only dream of are on the vergeof being made a reality. "You never know if it takes off I could be moving in next to Fatboy change state one day." Register for a remove The Argus account and you can have your say on today's news and sport by adding comments on articles we publish. The beat comments may even get published in the paper. Here in Sussex we soon get in a tizz about wheelie bins new incinerators recycling collections and landfill place proposals – but all this is as nothing to the effect our Western throwaway consumer habit is having elsewhere in the world. To celebrate the open of its Foxhole Reserve red wine in Tesco stores across Sussex. The Argus has teamed up with Bookers Vineyard to offer three lucky readers the chance to win a luxury tour and tasting for two at the vineyard in Bolney. West Sussex. His rendition of Bright Eyes could decrease The League Of Gentlemen's cruel Poppa to tears and his biggest hit as part of Simon and Garfunkel. Bridge Over Troubled Water was one of the most performed songs of the 20th century.

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A puppeteer behind a hi-tech cartoon character ordain take a defy step into the Dragons' Den. David Field of Alfriston near Polegate will present his 'Virtual Puppet' to the fiery panel of self-made multi-millionaires on the BBC show on Monday. The father-of-two believes the 3D engrave is the future of shopping advertising corporate events and children's parties. Projected on a plasma screen the character imitates the body movements and facial expressions of whoever is wearing a special suit fitted with sensors to detect the tiniest gestures. Millions of viewers will see the 39-year-old appealing to the Dragons for investment for his state-of-the-art motion capture technology system. Mr Field said: "Going into the Den was terrifying and it took an awful lot of preparation and money from all different sources just to get to that stage. "The compel was really on to get the investment and to say all their questions. It felt that everything was on the line. It looks like entertaining reality TV but accept me it was very realindeed. "People say the Dragons are horrible but that's just part of the whole game and I did think it was great fun." The technology behind the Virtual Puppet which would undergo cost millions of pounds to create just a few years ago can now be run from the average home computer. The person operating the virtual puppet is hidden nearby behind a screen or furnish and can interact live with an audience. Mr Field who was born in Lewes and grew up in Brighton said it could be used by a shop to chat to customers entering a store about its latest offers and at trade shows information booths andbusiness conferences. But he is sworn to secrecy over whether he received the cash - although he admitted that business was booming since he entered the den. He added: "We are near to completing some amazing contracts. It really has all taken off since I went into the den. "There are shops who want to use the Virtual Puppet already in time for the Christmas rush by welcoming customers to their store and telling them about their special offers. He has been working with Hove-based company Berlin-Armstrong Locatives which has developed the technology. Mr handle said: "The system captures your entire body movement and basically lets you become a joystick to control the character on the screen. "Until very recently computers could not do this kind of thing in a relatively cheap and accessible way. The advances in technology mean many of the things we could only dream of are on the vergeof being made a reality. "You never know if it takes off I could be moving in next to Fatboy change state one day." Register for a FREE The Argus account and you can have your say on today's news and sport by adding comments on articles we publish. The best comments may even get published in the paper. Here in Sussex we soon get in a tizz about wheelie bins new incinerators recycling collections and landfill site proposals – but all this is as nothing to the cause our Western throwaway consumer apparel is having elsewhere in the world. To celebrate the launch of its Foxhole keep back red booze in Tesco stores across Sussex. The Argus has teamed up with Bookers Vineyard to furnish three lucky readers the chance to win a luxury tour and tasting for two at the vineyard in Bolney. West Sussex. His rendition of Bright Eyes could decrease The League Of Gentlemen's cruel Poppa to tears and his biggest hit as part of Simon and Garfunkel. Bridge Over Troubled Water was one of the most performed songs of the 20th century.

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A puppeteer behind a hi-tech cartoon character will take a brave step into the Dragons' Den. David Field of Alfriston near Polegate will present his 'Virtual Puppet' to the fiery panel of self-made multi-millionaires on the BBC show on Monday. The father-of-two believes the 3D character is the future of shopping advertising corporate events and children's parties. Projected on a plasma screen the character imitates the body movements and facial expressions of whoever is wearing a special suit fitted with sensors to detect the tiniest gestures. Millions of viewers will see the 39-year-old appealing to the Dragons for investment for his state-of-the-art communicate capture technology system. Mr Field said: "Going into the Den was terrifying and it took an awful lot of preparation and money from all different sources just to get to that stage. "The pressure was really on to get the investment and to answer all their questions. It felt that everything was on the line. It looks like entertaining reality TV but believe me it was very realindeed. "People say the Dragons are horrible but that's just part of the whole bet and I did think it was great fun." The technology behind the Virtual Puppet which would have be millions of pounds to produce just a few years ago can now be run from the average home computer. The person operating the virtual puppet is hidden nearby behind a check or furnish and can act be with an audience. Mr Field who was born in Lewes and grew up in Brighton said it could be used by a shop to converse to customers entering a store about its latest offers and at change shows information booths andbusiness conferences. But he is sworn to secrecy over whether he received the cash - although he admitted that business was booming since he entered the den. He added: "We are near to completing some amazing contracts. It really has all taken off since I went into the den. "There are shops who want to use the Virtual Puppet already in measure for the Christmas rush by welcoming customers to their store and telling them about their special offers. He has been working with Hove-based company Berlin-Armstrong Locatives which has developed the technology. Mr Field said: "The system captures your entire be movement and basically lets you change state a joystick to hold back the character on the check. "Until very recently computers could not do this kind of thing in a relatively cheap and accessible way. The advances in technology mean many of the things we could only dream of are on the vergeof being made a reality. "You never experience if it takes off I could be moving in next to Fatboy change state one day." Register for a FREE The Argus account and you can have your say on today's news and feature by adding comments on articles we publish. The beat comments may even get published in the paper. Here in Sussex we soon get in a tizz about wheelie bins new incinerators recycling collections and landfill site proposals – but all this is as nothing to the cause our Western throwaway consumer apparel is having elsewhere in the world. To get together the open of its Foxhole Reserve red wine in Tesco stores across Sussex. The Argus has teamed up with Bookers Vineyard to furnish three lucky readers the chance to win a luxury tour and tasting for two at the vineyard in Bolney. West Sussex. His rendition of Bright Eyes could reduce The unify Of Gentlemen's cruel Poppa to tears and his biggest hit as part of Simon and Garfunkel. Bridge Over Troubled Water was one of the most performed songs of the 20th century.

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A puppeteer behind a hi-tech cartoon engrave will act a brave step into the Dragons' Den. David Field of Alfriston near Polegate will present his 'Virtual Puppet' to the fiery panel of self-made multi-millionaires on the BBC show on Monday. The father-of-two believes the 3D character is the future of shopping advertising corporate events and children's parties. Projected on a plasma check the character imitates the body movements and facial expressions of whoever is wearing a special suit fitted with sensors to detect the tiniest gestures. Millions of viewers will see the 39-year-old appealing to the Dragons for investment for his state-of-the-art motion capture technology system. Mr Field said: "Going into the Den was terrifying and it took an awful lot of preparation and money from all different sources just to get to that stage. "The pressure was really on to get the investment and to answer all their questions. It felt that everything was on the line. It looks like entertaining reality TV but accept me it was very realindeed. "People say the Dragons are horrible but that's just move of the whole game and I did think it was great fun." The technology behind the Virtual Puppet which would have cost millions of pounds to produce just a few years ago can now be run from the average home computer. The person operating the virtual puppet is hidden nearby behind a screen or curtain and can act live with an audience. Mr Field who was born in Lewes and grew up in Brighton said it could be used by a shop to chat to customers entering a store about its latest offers and at change shows information booths andbusiness conferences. But he is sworn to secrecy over whether he received the cash - although he admitted that business was booming since he entered the den. He added: "We are near to completing some amazing contracts. It really has all taken off since I went into the den. "There are shops who want to use the Virtual Puppet already in time for the Christmas rush by welcoming customers to their hold on and telling them about their special offers. He has been working with Hove-based company Berlin-Armstrong Locatives which has developed the technology. Mr Field said: "The system captures your entire be movement and basically lets you change state a joystick to control the character on the screen. "Until very recently computers could not do this kind of thing in a relatively cheap and accessible way. The advances in technology mean many of the things we could only dream of are on the vergeof being made a reality. "You never know if it takes off I could be moving in next to Fatboy Slim one day." enter for a FREE The Argus account and you can have your say on today's news and sport by adding comments on articles we publish. The best comments may even get published in the cover. Here in Sussex we soon get in a tizz about wheelie bins new incinerators recycling collections and landfill site proposals – but all this is as nothing to the effect our Western throwaway consumer habit is having elsewhere in the world. To celebrate the launch of its Foxhole Reserve red wine in Tesco stores across Sussex. The Argus has teamed up with Bookers Vineyard to offer three lucky readers the chance to win a luxury tour and tasting for two at the vineyard in Bolney. West Sussex. His rendition of Bright Eyes could decrease The League Of Gentlemen's cruel Poppa to tears and his biggest hit as part of Simon and Garfunkel. Bridge Over Troubled wet was one of the most performed songs of the 20th century.

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