I loved, loved, loved the attack of the HUMONGOUS black smoke entity. Did you notice that Ben was covered in dirt, with black face and very black hands, when he came back from wherever he went behind his hidey hole. Whatever he had to do to summon the black smoke required some serious playing in the dirt.
I also loved the door to wherever he went behind his hidey hole. That door was covered in what looked to be ancient signs and cuniforms. Way cool.
I wonder if Ben could have called the black smoke monster if his daughter hadn't turned off the power to the fence.
This post was last modified: 04-25-2008, 11:28 PM by Maggers.
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A Maggers Haiku, 2005
Years ago my mother used to say to me... "In this world, Elwood, you can be oh so smart or oh so pleasant."
Well, for years I was smart.
I recommend pleasant.
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Elwood P. Dowd