Story Go Round 1/25/2003, round 1, #3


Marion had that special problem, and that was all her dog 's fault, for starters. The laundry was still damp to the taste, and that was her husband's style to a tee. Itching all the way to work Marion Marionberry knew she needed a little extra something to sooth her sore skin. Fighting the urge to give in , she drove on. Mr Marionberry puffed contentedly on his pipe , his damp tie hanging limply from the ceiling fan, wishing he was a canine pet. "I always loved her," he murmured, gazing fondly at Hopi, wondering why it was that Marion could speak Bark, but knew that it would never be the same.

Amber is purple; John is pink; Alan is blue; Terry is orange