Lightning stabbed the earth erratically, like the thrusts of an
Incompetent assassin.
The storm roared over the canopy of the primordial forest.

Wind driven rain lashed the tops into a wild frenzy, trees
Swayed and creaked in an ancient ritual, below a fire
Gleamed In the Stygian darkness, with the malevolence in
A polecats eye.

Piercing the night with a high pitched scream, a voice demanded
"�� When shall we meet again? �� A more normal Voice replied
"�� I can do next Thursday, if everyone's OK with that ? ��

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*Grin*...