From: Shard Fields or Megasomething <goola2u@aol.compostheap> Subject: [PW!] School of Egg Nog Date: Saturday, December 25, 1999 7:31 PM Silly Putty wandered the streets of Pewter City drunkenly. Yep, another heardbreak, and another absorption of alcohol. He was in a vicious circle, one that had taken years to perfect. Now that he had spent so much trouble on it, he wanted only to get out of it Or maybe this was just the spiked egg nog thinking. Whether that Aerie chick was a Ditto or a human, whether or not Seth, one of the friend he sought so hard, was gonna kill him next time they meant, saving the world, even those two cute sisters who hung out with that magician guy, and yes, even Dopppler, they all seemed so inconsequential. Silly ducked into a corner and changed into something less conspicuous. Not that a flyng sleigh drawn by a bunch of hoofed mammmals and driven by a fat guy in a bright red outfit wouldn't be less conspicous than.... No, this time of year, that would just be wrong. But what the hey, life is short. One has to have fun, despite nog-clouded judgement. "On Dasher, on Dancer, on... Everybody else! Let's go!" shouted Silly, er, Santa Claus, cracking his whip. "Up up, and away!" The sleigh rose into the air. It swooped and played in the free air space. After all, it's not like there was another sleigh to crash into. The two airborne sleighs collided, and there arose such a clatter that each driver turned, lively and quick, to shout at the other. "Hey, I got work to do! Do you know how long the list is this year?" shouted the man that Silly had crashed into. "Well, then you should have watched where you're going!" shouted Silly Putty back. "Don't you know who I am?" demanded the other driver. "Um, a fat old guy who still plays with toys?" guessed Silly Putty, confused. "I'm Santa Claus!" came the response. Silly Putty, full of arrogance and spiked eggnog, was unimpressed. "So?" "So," replied Santa, "you're asking for a lump of coal where the snow don't fall!" "Pardon me," said Silly Putty who tunred quickly inmto his natural state, plus a propeller hat to keep himself aloft, so as not to annoy Santa with anything other than words, "but you don't seem very jolly." Santa simply rode off into the horizon now that the shapeshifter was out of the way. "More proof," said Silly with a smirk of indifference, "that the holiday has become way too comercialized." With that, Silly began to drift. "Look out, Vermillion," he shouted. "Here I come for some more egg nog!" TBC... Shard Fields, wishing you a happy holidays. .sig not included. Shard Fields on AGNP Megasomething on ATT