in no uncertain terms.
so i was at the cattle market, dreamily watching cows do cowy things when out jumped this ratty looking whealer dealer of a man, claiming he would sell me the very stuff of dreams.

maybe it was the subtle aroma of cow-pat in the air, but one look at those beans and all thoughts of cow left my mind.

i got back, excited to tell how rich we'd be... magic beans! imagine that! but it turns out i was on my own, and after a swift cuff round the ear i was slightly disheartened.

still, waste not want not...i made chille con carne and put it away to eat later. psch... who needs a cow stinkin' up the place when you've got home-made chille con carne right?

i settled down for a well earned nap.

next thing i know i awake to hear people outside screaming 'AAARRRGGGHHHH GIANT!'
turns out one had been fee-fi-fo-fumming his way across the neighbourhood eating people like vol-au-vents.

but, curiously, that hadn't caught my attention.
nor was it the structural damage to the house, nor, in fact, the enourmous plant growing upwards through the house.

father quite likes his chille con carne
and he'd been stalked alright.
(quibble, Wed 6 Feb 2008, 3:54, 2 replies)

nice idea
But it loses something in the execution
(frankspencer, Wed 6 Feb 2008, 11:30, closed)

Up untill the ARRRGGHHHHH GIANT bit
I was still reading this story as: I was in a cheesy club on the pull, when I brought some pills, but my mates weren't up for it.
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Wed 6 Feb 2008, 14:39, closed)