feeling in need of a small dose of plurk. The good stuff. She got what she wanted.

hello cloudhopper

no, just little old new zealand. Then I got busy.

knows someone who started writing online for a science website and has been fairly disciplined with her words for their.

you understand. It's all the green.

see? Words for their? What?

apparently less of the baa and more of the moo now.

surprised.

surprising sheep are somehow troubling.

sheep had less of the shit. We'd end up with less flies, I'm sure.

why they are hanging around those damn tails then.

ponders this. It does make a lot more sense. The candy floss, that is.

this must mean the sheep having landing strips then?

this means it is too small for the human eye to observe.

ah! That's why there are no flies after docking. The farmers accidentally remove the landing strip too.

oui.

I have always wondered about the gluggy grey stuff in drains.

yes, but what is it?

we all should be issued with microscopes.

ah-hah! This would be the aforementioned fairies.

heard unpleasant stories, truth be told.

they think they are just sooo cool.

and what's so wrong with nose-picking?

well bugger me.

certainly not at that stage of the game.

just how low can this fairy conversation go?

there's enough of that to go round.

cherry vodka sounds nice, but probably isn't.

Cherry has good taste then, if not taste good.

listening to Elvis singing Love Me Tender.

ethically, but seriously thought you said ethnically.

rather delighted to have caught a little bit of cloudhopper.

try and be around a bit over the break. It's good for the soul. And the vodka, sheep and pixie conversations.

we are of a like mind.

...

in all manner of ways.

infernal contraptions. Untrustworthy.

ah, I think you're right. Ethnically speaking.

hah!

she should go and pretend to be a human somewhere.

bells.

non.

read, and felt that happy, fulfilled feeling.

most happy at tibetan ringing bowls full of lemongrass and clouds.

ho!

what the boot clicks on to produce the sparks which hop from cloud to cloud.

gently boggling at that sentence.

probably involves eels.

goodness!

awed, and sends Christmassy felicitations to you both.

now there's a word we'll all step carefully with.

mine, Clementine.

reiterations of ferret-irritations.

to buy Clemantines. Why can't you get Batger's fig jellies anymore?

feliciraterations are best not thought about.

well if figs will go posing, what do you expect?

all. .. you know. Smiles and things.

had not associated boot with NZ before. Has secret plans to quit these shores and end up there one day, perhaps, as his school-friend did.

to be cloudhopper. Now. Juicy!

just a visitor. It's green. And alive! 'Tis wonderful.

twitter? No! Shocking.

nodded. You're right. Fruity Boot.

these Internet types try to charm you into not going off and doing human-type things, you know.

Essence da Mango.

you are right, wise man.

hell yes! But laying about, if you don't mind.

it hedgehog style.

that's what my wife used to do in Malaŵi

we might be back in Pixie territory.

by candlelight.

boggling.

alright, alright, alright. If your aim was to cheer me up. Well bloody done. Thanks, chaps.

google it. You know you want to.

actually, it was me getting cheered up.

excellent. That's my job done.

it's where you get wrapped in mud and roasted in the embers of a bonfire.

modestmango.com - Mango Hedgehog

says you will. You know it.

apparently I'm very sharing today.

(click the link click the link click the link)

the what now?

that's what I do with mangos!

see and you never knew you were doing it hedgehog style!

mango right now, now!

_click the link click the link click the link_

mango and would love to share, but shan't.

mmmm, mango. Hedgehog! HEDGEHOG!

to see the cloudhopper hedgehog vision.

must away to TeaHee. So sorry to sidle out on you! Do hedgehogs sidle? They don't run.

seeing something in the distance. It's the Exit sign. And there are mangoes waiting behind the door.

return tomorrow night to see the claymation.

goodnight chaps.

glad. Now: live up to them.

be back.

(yes, take that as a gentle, rainbow-coloured threat)

very you know. Smiles.

scamper. Bye!

fool.

bye!

Hah. Clocks.

and that.

shhhh. i've gone.

the sheep here don't have runways on their backs, and the flies come and land in our kitchen instead.

to make it clear: there's plenty of flies for both sheep and window sills. Frabjous day!

ah,but they can't land on the sheep here. Because of the lack of partings cloudhopper was talking about.

cloudhopper knows about all things that resemble clouds.