tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62151556276835534212012-02-16T01:00:55.845-08:00Abby Rocks!noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215155627683553421.post-48090708975094958082009-06-02T05:51:00.000-07:002009-06-02T05:52:11.772-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6215155627683553421-4809070897509495808?l=abbylikescookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Abby Rocks!noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215155627683553421.post-33098983970344594462009-06-01T14:57:00.000-07:002009-06-01T15:42:28.866-07:00Chapter One:<br /><br />Carter dusted off his coat and hung it on a hanger. It had been a long, hard day at the factory and he was exhausted. He slumped into his recliner, pulled out the day's newspaper, and began to read. Suddenly, he jerked himself upright.<br /> "No," he muttered to himself, "it can't be." Carter was referring to the story on the front page. It read:<br /> <strong>PIZZLES AND FURKLERS TO BE OUT OF WORK</strong><br /><strong> </strong><br /><strong> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Due to the lack of jobs for the Dillwinkles, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"> all Pizzles and Furklers are to be let </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">go by </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"> March third of this year. The goverment profusely</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> apologizes for the inconvenience they are causing</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> the Dillwinkles. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> "Never in our wildest dreams would we ever even</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> consider giving lowly factory jobs to the Dillwinkles.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> However, with the Magic Co. 'War' going on we had</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> no choice," said Mayor Puck. The entire board agrees </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> with him and to further express their apologies they </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> hosting a luncheon tomorrow at noon for the Dillwinkles.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> All Pizzles and Furklers are to report at City Hall at </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> precisely 10:00 A.M. to help set up the luncheon for </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> the Dillwinkles. They are to have all their personal </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> items removed from their workplaces before noon </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> noon tomorrow or their items will be consficated. All</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> Pizzles and Furklers are to serve the luncheon, clean</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> it up afterward, and report to their workplaces to </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> scrub their offices down and decorate for the </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> Dillwinkles. We ask the newly jobless Pizzles and </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> Furklers to please stay off the street. The </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> Dillwinkles are too disgusted to see you and we</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> don't want to cause any fights.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> </span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Carter slumped down into his chair again and groaned. Not only had he just lost his job, but now he had to clean and serve lunch to the people he had lost his job to. It was occasions like these that made him wish he was born a Dillwinkle. What made them so special? It wasn't like they had any unusual or super-strong powers. Everyone just treated them like royalty. They pretty much <em>were</em> royalty. And it was beyond Carter why the Pizzles and Furklers always sucked up to the Dillwinkles when all the Dillwinkles would do was treat them like dirt.</span></span><br />"<span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>It's their positions of power</em></span>," <span style="font-family:georgia;">a voice from the ceiling hissed. <em>"If you get a position of power with the government, it could be the Pizzles treating the Dillwinkles and Furklers like dirt." </em></span><br />'Yes,' Carter thought, 'that could be me.'<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6215155627683553421-3309898397034459446?l=abbylikescookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Abby Rocks!noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215155627683553421.post-85449537770068334832009-06-01T14:45:00.000-07:002009-06-01T14:46:45.870-07:00Hi,<br />This is the first post for this blog. I hope to add stories and pictures to this blog later, but we'll see.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6215155627683553421-8544953777006833483?l=abbylikescookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Abby Rocks!noreply@blogger.com0