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Well after reading that last entry, Zanna's Hill
Zanna gets sleepy after eating a lot of pizza. B then sneaks up on Zanna and places Zanna in a giant bowling ball. B pushes the giant ball down the side of the hill and straight towards the distant forest. The bowling ball continues to pick up speed the entire way.. Oh no this is going to be horrible...I can't look. Anyways, B looks for some leftover pizza.
B's Hill, and he isn't sleepy...don't even think of it.
B-Mental was running from the West end of the ship to the East end, dodging flak cannons and rocket launchers, sniper fire, shotguns, rail guns, and grenades, when Atabekov and Nicholas ran up from behind. The ship rattled and clanged and the noise in the air was deafening from the explosions, and men from all sides fell into the water, mostly shot to bits from the hectic melee. B-Mental has just taken out three attackers on his left, and Atabekov and Nicholas took aim and began a barrage on the East end. B-Mental leapt up to a higher part of the metal submarine, resplendent in his combat armour, and then took a bullet in the neck. He toppled over into the water, and then Nicholas turned on Atabekov and killed him as well, sending him over into the water to swim with the fishes as well.
Nikolai's hill.
Nikolaj's hill.
Being so busy Nikolaj didn't notice a little detail like one more person standing. That person :angel: pushed him into the water after the others and declared independence throughout
MY HILL!
Jay's Hill
I tell Jay that we've adopted new rules while she was gone, namely she can't wear red while on the hill. Jay leaves to change tops. I reclaim the hill.
Papaya's Hill
brilliant!
Papaya's hill.
I stand on the bottom and call up and ask how on earth she adopted that name. She is pleased to be asked and begins to tell me.
"Can't hear you lass!" I call making frantic arm movements.
She tries again and again I say the same. She is getting fairly annoyed and comes down the hill a wee bit. I call again and again she answers so loudly that she starts coughing, her throat hurts.
"I have some lozenges " I shout and throw some a few feet above me. She is tricky and grabs her ever present fly fishing gear line and retrieves it.
A few minutes later I whistle a ditty and walk up ,my long skirt rustling against the tall grass. The dear is sleepin like a babie. That 'nighty nighty' herbal cough drop stuff works like a wonder.
I take care to wrap her well in a blankie and send her careening down the hill where she continues to sleep in a hedge of sorts.
The hill, as I am getting accustomed to sayin is mine. Now then where are those tootsie rolls. All that work has given me an appetite.
My hill, sorry to sound so rude. But it is, really.
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
RJbibliophil's hill
Rather confused as to how much good U-boats would really do on our hill, Zanna confronts RJ --
"Now look here, I don't care if you use outdated WWII tactics, but leave the U-boats out of it, alright? My hill is rather landlocked, so you had better take those rusty ol' submarines right back where you found them! They're a disgrace! Next thing I know, there'll be cars up on blocks lying around! This hill may be homey, but it's not trashy!"
And so I have my hill all to myself again. :)
The hill has been deserted so long that it reverts to its default condition as
MY HILL
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA :lol:
little does nightshade know and at this exact moment a troup of leprechauns, hobyas, ghools, elves, goblins and the unseelie atriod, are charging up the hill to claim it in the name of Niamh the Nymph!
And the smilies trip them all up and dump them in vats of iron infested custard
mwahahahaha
:lol:
my hill!!
but night doesnt spot the fairies flying above her that knock all her smilies 100 miles away from the hill,and blast her with pisoegs, making her run down the hill in fear of the dreaded curses placed on her!
My Hill! ;)
Niamh doesnt realise that the tunnles form the original hill still exsist so I just walked up underneath her and tipped her off teh throne...my hill!!!
then niamh gives night a good rhinehouse kick in the hinny and sends her to the moon.
My hill
Where I meet Ernie, dance on a moonbeam and then make a wish on a star
and have my hill once again :p
My hill
and niamh is on mars...
Where she gets a lift on a martians inc. spaceship, which runs nightie off the hill by pounding her with turnips, and beams niamh back onto the hill. Nighie is nursing bruised bones in shreks swamp.
My hill
(You forget the martians lve ME I was an exhibit in their museum after all....)
but the Martians are treacherous people and they kick you out..
and sell teh hill to me!
The biggest shareholder of Martian Knives INC! decides he wants to have the hill in his backyard. He uses a vacuum cleaner to suck up all unwanted objects and people of the hill and stores them in a pocket universe. Nightshade is trapped there and the hill is transported to his backyard, where it sits nicely amongst the cultivated gardens.
If you are wondering who the biggest shareholder of Martian Knives INC! is, wonder no more, it is His Royal Highness the Benevolent and Just King Aimus the first Ruler of the Infinite Universe, Mars, and the nation of the Glorious Turnip. Also known as ME!
My hill. :D
His royal highness forgot that the greatest ever Martian Knives INC! pocket knife was on the hill and I cut my self out of the pocket universe and with another handy gadget rewrite the space time continuum and write out the existence of the once king of Mars :p
:D
I tell Night that there is chaos in the last thread of the Philosphy forum. She runs off, as she has got a chance to press the red mod button.
As she is now lost in the world of Internet searching for the thread, I can relax on MY HILL :D :D :banana:
MY HILL !!! :D
I run up to Madhuri and knock him over the head with a cucumber, then I take the hill and leave for a place no one has ever been before. With MY HILL !!
I tell Guinivere that Madhuri is not a 'him' but a 'her' and Guinivere, who is a staunch feminist and believes that stuff should never be snatched away from a female, starts weeping at such a poor treatment of a female such as Madhuri by her ownself. During all this, her attention remains away from my very own hill and I find it the best opportunity to get it all for myself!
My Hill! :p
Humm I mention to pensy that this year's live read may very well be placed at a time suited to her joining in, she gets so excietd she jumps up and down, takes flight and abandons the hill, when it just so happens I am on it, and so..
MY HILL!!
I asked Night very politely to give back MY HILL.....but she refused. I applied force even..... but she didnt budge :rolleyes:
Then.....I bribed her with life-long unlimited supply of her favourite..... Cheesecake :nod: She simply melted upon seeing the offer :D
And, here I am on MY HILL :banana: :D
Madhuri sat on her hill for so long that her leg fell asleep and she couldn't move. She'd twitch and wiggle around not noticing that I had creeped up behind her. Then I spooked her with my Nosferatu impression ... she couldn't help herself. Fear overwhelmed her and she ran screaming into the sunset.
So here I was, Queen of the Hill again.
Guinevere's Hill
I tell her lancelot is waiting in the clearing yonder.
MY HILL
I broke up with him years ago so your information doesn't impress me much. But I humour you since you clearly haven't spent a lot of time on the hill. And everybody deserves a go.
While you start making yourlesf at home on your hill, my darling Arthur, who forgave me for my misshap draws his sword and threatens to cut out your tongue if you don't remove yourself from MY HILL. Of course you obey, and so here I am on MY HILL.