[pic.book] Minnea and Twiddle

[Minnea and Twiddle]

     Play with me!
     Pat on me!
     Watch at me!
     Kidding me!
   |       /
 __________
\ /_   _ \ /        There lived very lonely dog.
 V c*  c* V         His name was "Twiddle".
  |= Y = |          He was always looking for someone.
   \ ^  /           Someone who could stay with him and
    ---             play with him all day long.
                    His eyes shone like beautiful stars.
                    He was so longing to be with someone.
                    That's the only thing he wanted.

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  ,,,....
 (((())))))        There lived lonely young woman.
 ||-  - |||        She always felt being alone, she wanted to
 || <   |||        get good friend but she never had it.
 || =   |||        She was so shy like a eel in the hole.
 | \___/|||        No one asked her name. She was a kind of
                   old mushroom in the refrigerator.
  
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Girl met Dog.

Two began to live together.
But suddenly bad fortunate came on them.
Twiddle hit by the car in accident, 
he had gone.



   /\ OUCH!!
  _\ \__
    \ \ 
  ~~~|~~~\        _____   Babbooooommmmm!
          \    __/  |  \  ======
           \  |o ~~~~~~~\  ========
              ~~()~~()~~ 

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Girl sobbed so hard every night that
her pillow turned wet and messy.
  
  )~:~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~:~(
 (  :        ###      :  )
  ) :  ## ####        : ( 
 (  :      ######     :  )
  ) :         ##      : (
  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


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One night Witch came across her and told her.


       o        I think I can do something 
      /\        for you.
     /  \       Don't weep every night. It's
    /____\      no mean. I will do something.
~WWWWWWWWWWWW~  You will be happier than now.
 WW o   o  WW
WWW   L    WWW    o *  '  *
WWW /   \  WWWW  /    * "   `
WWW\ ---  /WWWWW/      , * '
    ~~~~~      /
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Witch gave her a couple of beautiful earring.
Witch made it from " Eyes of Twiddle ".
It shone more strongly than Harry Winston's,
more beautifully than Van Cleef & Arpels'


   ,,,....
  (((()))))) / Oh, it's beautiful.
  ||@  @ |||   This earrings are so fine!
 *c| <   c*|
  || O   |||
 b| \___/|||
 | --"  `-\
 |/( (   | \
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Girl went to outside with proud.
Because she knew her earrings were 
the top quality in this town.
She acted as a queen, acted attractive.
It made herself shone like diamonds.
People regarded as her, call her "HottyBabe".
People gathered around her.
She'd changed totally.


   __ ((())) __
  / (((()))))) \    / Yeah, I am not in the mood
 / /(|@  = )))) \      for dating today.So ask me
\ \*c| <    c*)\ \     the another day, honey.
 \ \ | s    // / /     I think last week was
  \ \ \___/   / /      suitable for you, huh.
   \ --"  `--  /
    (  `(   ) |
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In the heaven, Twiddle felt sorrow. Now he
could not see anything for lack of his eyes.
But he felt something in his mind.
He had fear that she had forgotten about him.
He had fear feeling her as unknown woman.
Nothing to do with him meant hell to him.
By now, he could hardly drop tear.
He once agreed to use his eyes,
he couldn't imagine this hell.
 
                          -_-`   woff buff
                          |   >
                     |\  /   |
                     | \/    |
                      \(_____|_
---------------------------------------------

Suddenly her earrings changed its shape.
Teardrop-shape; that was a message from Twiddle.

      \|/
      -*-               _
  ___ /|\              ( )
 /   \                  |   \|/
|     |    ======>     / \  -*-
 \___/                |   | /|\
                       \_/ 

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When she put teardrop-shape earrings on her palm,
she suddenly remembered Twiddle. She felt Twiddle.
She didn't know this earlings were made 
from his eyes by now.
She lighted white candle and cried for Twiddle.


            |
         \    /
         - () -
           ||
           ||
        \  ||  /
         ~~~~~~
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Her pillow turned wet and messy again.
Now she remembered at that moment he'd gone.
She purely had a fever to him come back.

  
  )~:~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~:~(
 (  :        ###      :  )
  ) :  ## ####        : ( 
 (  :      ######     :  )
  ) :         ##      : (
  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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One night later, Witch came across her again.
Witch was returned earrings from Girl.
Witch sprinkled magic powder on it.
Earrings turned back its real figure, flied to sky
and got back in Twiddle's eyehole.
Witch said her," You should never forget Twiddle.
Please make tiny room in your heart to Twiddle.
It would make you happier than earrings made."

       o
      /\
     /  \
    /____\
~WWWWWWWWWWWW
 WW o   o  WW      ___
WWW   L    WWW    (---  *  '  *
WWW /   \  WWWW  / /\    * "   `
WWW\ ---  /WWWWW/ /      , * '  .
    ~~~~~      / /      ,  .   *
                        
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"By the way, my name is Kinkybroom. And you?".
Witch asked her name. She said hesitantly.
"My name is Minnea."
New tears dropped down her cheek.
But this tear isn't same as before.

She really lived happier than ever, 
though it was little bit later.

                _______________________
  ,,,....      (
 (((())))))    (  swing     -_-`
 ||o  o |||o ()  swing      |   >
 ||:< : |||    (   (( |\)) /   |
 || =   |||    (      | \ /    |
 | \___/|||    (       ~~(_____|_
               (_______________________


*The end*
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On 2003-05-06, 
 kirara <jim...@NOSPAManet.ne.jp> wrote:
> [Minnea and Twiddle]

Great story. I really like this bit:

> ---------------------------------------------
>
> In the heaven, Twiddle felt sorrow. Now he
> could not see anything for lack of his eyes.
> But he felt something in his mind.
> He had fear that she had forgotten about him.
> He had fear feeling her as unknown woman.
> Nothing to do with him meant hell to him.
> By now, he could hardly drop tear.
> He once agreed to use his eyes,
> he couldn't imagine this hell.
>  
>                           -_-`   woff buff
>                           |   >
>                      |\  /   |
>                      | \/    |
>                       \(_____|_
> ---------------------------------------------
>
> Suddenly her earrings changed its shape.
> Teardrop-shape; that was a message from Twiddle.
>
>       \|/
>       -*-               _
>   ___ /|\              ( )
>  /   \                  |   \|/
>|     |    ======>     / \  -*-
>  \___/                |   | /|\
>                        \_/ 
>
> ----------------------------------------------

ObAscii: Time to go to bed.
       ___
_____ /   \ _____
     |  |_ |
_____|     |_____
      \___/

-- 
Mark Hill <apr...@linuxmail.org>

"Mark Hill" <apr...@linuxmail.org> wrote in message
news:200...@bubble.markhill.me.uk...
> On 2003-05-06,
>  kirara <jim...@NOSPAManet.ne.jp> wrote:
> > [Minnea and Twiddle]
>
> Great story. I really like this bit:

<snip>

Thank you. I was happy to read your comment.
The other hand I feel just self-conscious because I feel my face
burning red when someone speaks well of me seriously.
I bet you can find the same type of me in your area's elementary school.


kirara