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<blockquote data-quote="Greatcloud" data-source="post: 64328558" data-attributes="member: 187390"><p>Going up a mountain ; stopping at a fountain. We play on the harp and flute. Under the fountain is a little pool with a Newt. Hungry from our journey wishing for some food in this desolute mountain waste, we make a short fine camp. Sacagawea is our guide and she says (I paraphrase) "I don't want to be rude but can we have some food, including those taters we had yesterday ?"</p><p> </p><p>So we dice up our Newt and fry some taters, an greens we have found along a gently flowing stream I named after my favorite cigar of our journy,Charoot.So we share some food along with the blackest Newt I've ever seen. Blood red spots along its back , with yellow eyes a new species i'm sure. And even surprisingly palatable.</p><p> </p><p>[TO BE EDITED SOON]</p><p> </p><p><img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/old/preach.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":preach:" title="Preach :preach:" data-shortname=":preach:" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Greatcloud, post: 64328558, member: 187390"] Going up a mountain ; stopping at a fountain. We play on the harp and flute. Under the fountain is a little pool with a Newt. Hungry from our journey wishing for some food in this desolute mountain waste, we make a short fine camp. Sacagawea is our guide and she says (I paraphrase) "I don't want to be rude but can we have some food, including those taters we had yesterday ?" So we dice up our Newt and fry some taters, an greens we have found along a gently flowing stream I named after my favorite cigar of our journy,Charoot.So we share some food along with the blackest Newt I've ever seen. Blood red spots along its back , with yellow eyes a new species i'm sure. And even surprisingly palatable. [TO BE EDITED SOON] :preach: [/QUOTE]
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