Re: There\'s many other things than ocelots...

Who: Jays team, Yuri and Kevn
When: After There's many other things than ocelots...
Where: New Russia
Yuri and the others turnd to see the commotion behind them, Kevn
and a Russian were itching, scratching and laughing as they were
tickled by the feet of the ants. Yuri walked over to a tree that was
long dead, snapped off a branch, held his laser handgun at it and
fired so that it was on fire. He waved theflaming branch over each
of their legs quickly enough that they didn't get burned, but enough
to make most ofthe ants lose their grip where they fell to the
ground, wriggling on their backs. Any remaining ants were soon
plucked off. "With all the noise you two made, Id be surprised if
there where any Ocelots left!" he said crossly, but lending a hand
to pull them both up. "Come, we have to keep moving!" and threw the
branch into an icy puddle where it hissed and the fire went out.
--- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, "tofjrtd" <tofjrtd@...> wrote:
>
> Who: Kevn G Fenard
> where: New Russia
> when: around then and now...
> Kevn was snooping around the landing site, curious about the
local
> wildlife... him interested in wildlife...he must be high on the
donuts
> again... He looked at the ground, there was strange little black
ant
> things. He called over one of the Russians, "What are these?" he
asked.
> "They are New Russian snow ants, really pesky. They can leave
> hundreds of little bites... they aren't poisonous, but they are a
real
> pain..."
> Just as he said that Kevn felt a little sting on his leg, then
> another... then another... then another... "DAAAAAHHHH!!! Get em
off!"
> The Russian started laughing. Kevn was now smacking his legs as
> hundreds of little snow ants charged up his legs biting them then
> jumping off as if they had done their damage. Soon the Russian was
on
> the ground laughing histerically, smacking his hand on the ground.
> Kevn's legs were covered in little red dots, he even thought he
saw
> the Orion constelation on his right shin. "Don't worry! Hahaha!
Just
> wash your legs with soap and they'll... hahaha... clear up...
whew!
> You are a funny brit!" the Russian couldn't stop laughing.
> Kevn stomped off, scratching his itchy legs, grumbling nasty
words...
> But soon the Russian stopped laughing... because he felt a little
> sting on his face, then felt some on his stomach... then
another...
> then another...
>