The Lord of the Gummi-ring
Well, we promised you the story ages ago and Caitlin finally got around to getting off her backside and putting it up here.
Three gummi rings for the Relfen Kings eating pie.
Seven for the Norf Lords in their halls of foam.
Nine for the Mortal Men aiming to get high.
One for the Jelly Lord on his gelatine throne
In the Land of Roundtree where the jelly sets.
One gummi ring to glue them all, one gummi ring to blind them,
One gummi ring to stick them all and in the foil tie them.
In the Land of Roundtree where the jelly sets.
The Fellowship of the Gummi-Ring
1
Concerning Fuzzits
Well this story begins in an idyllic village called Fuzziton. Fuzziton belongs to the creatures Fuzzits. They have fuzzy hands (for 'unknown' reasons) and are knee high to a bee-hive. Fuzzits are queer little people who like nothing that a 'good' book and huge quantities of alcohol.
They hate leaving their borders, in fact they hate leaving the very spot they settle in. So I apologise for any inconvenience caused if you have had to get up from your seat to read this.
The Fuzzit that we are concerned with is a very peculiar Fuzzit called
Bulsher Bogpit.
Bulsher Bogpit often went on adventures and took things from under other people noses. He managed to do this because of the continuous string of questions that he asked over and over again. He managed to do this because of the continuous string of questions that he asked over and over again.
Once, long ago, he took a mysterious journey and returned. He never left Grablast ever again…
Coming Soon; Chapter 2