King of the hill

Well, after watching that spectacle, I decide to try the age-old, wolf-in-sheep's-clothing ploy. If it ain't broke, don't fix it, right?

Jane Jane was really craving some Tootsie Rolls, and since I happen to be a fan of them myself, I was carrying a few around. Snapping my fingers, my insta-wardrobe appeared, allowing me to dress like one of those carnival vendors, and supplying me with enough cotton candy, lemonade, and popcorm to look the part. Jane Jane got very excited about seeing a carnival vendor in these parts, and kept looking over my shoulder for the circus she was sure would pop from the forest at any moment. My pachyderm friend with the gigantic ears lumbered out right about that time, and this send Jane Jane into near-hysterics.

"Would you like to ride Fred?" I asked her, and she nodded mutely, bouncing around in sheer joy. "Do me a favor, Fred, will ya? Take her for a nice ride!" He trumpeted softly and knelt down so Jane Jane could hop on. Then, once she was safely aboard, Fred trundled off, rather rapidly, I must say, back into the forest and from whence he came.

Well, that was easy. My hill. :D

Zanna's hill.

making sure not to wear a single red thread ;), I lay siege to the hill for several days, starving Zanna from within the walls of the uhm... wherever she resides :p, sicking hungry fleas at her, making her run far, far away, successfully turning her into a flea bag (literally :p) and solving the flea problem of

MY HILL!

Jay's Hill

Time calls her. She leaves my hill and goes to the Land of Unknown where she often disappears to many's dismay, but this time I should be happy as the hill is with me. :p

My Hill, Pensive's Very Hill! :D

little bluebird Pensive's hill.

Ah you crafty little birdie, so you're a friend of time are you then?
Well I happen to know a few people on the other side meself and one of them is dear Padraic, formerly known as Maewyn , celebrated as St. Patrick. I ask for a wee prayer on my behalf, he obliges and the little birdie's mom calls to her to get off that dirty hill and have a bath. Bye bye pouting little birdie.
Oh my how pleasant it is to relax on a nice woven cotton rug, thick cushy pillow and enjoy a bag of crisps and read The Three Muskateers on my little hill.
My hill, hay nonny nonny hay!

Jane Jane's Hill

With the help of my friend, Wind from the East, I make the torn pages from The Three Muskeeters fly away. Jane Jane in their search leaves my hill and quick as I am, I do not need much time to take back my very own hill.

Pensive's Hill!

Pensive was having a rather lovely time up there on the hill, and fell asleep after going so long uncontested for hill-ownership. Fortunately I was just able to roll Pensive up in a fluffy comforter and send her off in a billowing hot air balloon! Enjoy the ride, Pensy! :)

My Hill.

But soon the hill got cold and drafty. After enduring the frigid surrroundings for so long, zanna finally decided to go after Pensive and get her comforter back! If only zanna had checked the thermostat before she left, because if she had, she would've seen Bookie in an eskimo suit gigglying madly while cranking down the dial on the AC.

After making some hot tea, Bookie claimed the hill as her own. (That's pretty... cool. *ba-dum-tsh*)

*dodges rotten veggies*

While Bookie was so busy dodging rotten vegetables, she didn't see me sneaking up behind her with my friend's pair of cymbals to crash them on her ears! Not only did she jump several feet into the air in surprise, but she ended up rolling down the hill, and getting swept away by the river that winds past our hill. Oh, did I say our? I meant my hill! Silly me!

Zanna's hill Off in the Shadowlands, the dragon decides to clean up his pantry. There is one too many knights shish-a-bob tossed on the floor after the party with the cave Troll. He grabs a giant broom and begins to sweep them into a pile. Stooping, he opens a small dimensional rift to drop them through. Quite by accident, they all land in a clatter of bones and armor on Zanna's hill. She screams up at the sky! A dimensional door opens in the hill itself and the dragon sets her out a nice golden vase of lovely fresh moonflowers. Then he scoots. She's mad. Zanna's Hill!

shiver me timbers. I would be in a convalescent home if that should happen to me. :( But the Moonflowers sound fab.
Zanna's hill.
I watched the scene and felt rather badly for her shock so I went into the town and bought some flowers for Zanna. I wrapped them in gold leaf foil and stuck a couple of freshly made dusted truffles into the middle. Then I walked right up to her, handed her the flowers, slipped her some money to go on a nice train ride to relax and forget about dragons and such and away she went.
This time I brought some crinkly , very loud sounding foil type material and I placed it all about and anchored it all to the grass. I was so very very tired and needed a sleep. Noone can approach me for hundreds of yards without making noise.
My hill, and as I drift off I am thinking about doing a bit of landscaping , sort of a Victorian theme.

Mwah ha ha ha! But Jane Jane forgot about the air! Looking rather ridiculous, I flapped my arms as fast as I could, and managed to hover just a few inches over the rustle-y tin foil. Then, I landed a mere foot away from Jane Jane, called the search-and-rescue people, and have them come with a chopper to whisk her away. She was sleeping so soundly, I was rather worried she died! So, while Jane Jane gets a good looking-over at a hostpital several thousand miles away, I sit down on MY HILL to wait for the news.

Fortunately, she left Pen's Moonflowers, so I still get to enjoy them. :) I didn't stay mad at Pen for long, because some of that armor was rather interesting, and fetched a nice price on E-bay. Good thing those particular knights won't be needing it ever again. :D Although that was a rather maddening situation; to have bones and armor raining down on my hill. *sigh*

now listen here, and what is that feeling or air draft on my behind. Gads, a hospital gown. Where am I. OOh that Zanna. A little bird came and told me. I told her to get her cousin the eagle and away we went.
Just like that
Zanna's hill, but not for long.
whoosh, down we came. He deposited me safely and before she could do a single thing, up up up he carried her.
bye bye dear Zanna, do have a l ovely trip, to the top of Mount Kilamanjaro.
aah the air here is truly rarified.
oh and this new skirt is scratchy, being made of up feathers, but happily I do have me cell phone.
Hello, is this Macy's, yes well I have rather a rush order for you to fill.....
Hello is this Dominos pizza, yes well I have a big order for you. Do you deliver by helicopter? yes, oh joy,.
Jane Jane's hill.......again.

Woo-hoo! Mt. Kilimanjaro was lovely! But, even though it's much higher than the Hill, there's something about our hill that I prefer. Well, when I told Jane Jane that she'd won a sweepstakes that took you on an around-the-world cruise, all expenses paid, with a rather large spending budget besides, she was thrilled and headed out on her trip.

Ahh, home sweet home, or should I say hill sweet hill? ;)

Zanna's hill.

While Zanna was sleeping I had my army of robot monkeys quietly transplant Zanna to another, although not quite as nice, hill.

Papaya's Hill

Papaya's hill

After studying WWII, I storm the hill with paratroopers, u-boats, and howitzers. Papaya runs away in fear screaming for help.

Piglet's hill