~Misty~: life
~Misty~: For my Mother, who wrote this poem.
~Misty~: There's got to be a joke in here somewhere, I just can't think what it is right now!
~Misty~: Waiting at the departure gates. Not much fun.
~Misty~: In Space, no one can hear you Quack!
~Misty~: Future's bright, gotta wear shades.
~Misty~: Recently, Fuzzy has taken to carrying a 'laser gun' while watching tv programmes that might get a bit scary, just in case any of the 'bad guys' escape from the set.
~Misty~: I got cake!
~Misty~: "Oooer missus, can I have my balls back please?"
~Misty~: Fuzzy really likes 'glo-stix'...
~Misty~: Fight club.
~Misty~: I suppose there's not much call for dead nannies really...
~Misty~: Mycena adscendens
~Misty~: Today, I will mostly be playing with my racing ducks.
~Misty~: I'd been wondering where my last choccy egg had gone...
~Misty~: Fuzzy, puzzled...
~Misty~: April, MSH = Doned, hurrah!