Here is don/ on a very boring Sunday morning.

Feeling like a bit of mischief. (At your expense) There has to be more to life than talking sewerage, which is a never ending, subject in this house. I am waiting the Oke from the Govt. to start breaking arms. Anyhow!

WE have just finished the challenge " the Leaching field . It went off rather well, had only Ms. Scully in attendance. Not so good for such a completed story. However I am willing to try again

Following are four challenge's all answered and complied with. I leave it up to you BT'ers. Who amongst you is daring?

If I received six requests for the same challenge
Print it I will. If not. Then I return to my plant and dream of breaking some arms.

Captain don/
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The challenge one
Valdez Bonaire

A Doctor Tiki Ott, a Cordova fisherman and environmental toxicologist, prophetically warned the Valdez city council on the evening of March 23rd 1989 that a future spill was not a question of if… But when it would occur… On March 24th 1989 the tanker Exxon Valdez ran aground on Blight reef. The accumulated spill was 25 million gallons of crude. The rest is history. .

The challenge is "what if?"


This challenge had been made exactly 28 year to the day after the first pier at BOPEC was finished November 17TH 1975, at the world renowned On an oil terminal on the western end of the island of little Dutch island of Bonaire.

After reading my story of the new dive window which I had named OIL SLICK LEAP a concerned diver put to me the question that has bothered me from the frightful day that I had met Ms Diane Cumblerland in the early 70"s

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The challenge two (‘Title; Glaze")

from Mary Thomas
July 2005 They had just chopped off my leg a few months earlier, Easy to remember the date..

Setting; small town
Plot Event;
Mysterious abduction/disappearance of young boys.. no trace ever found.
Subject; Monks at a cloistered self sufficient monastery
Gene; murder mystery
Opening words" "Another one gone"
Closing words; and it was only ever whispered on the wind".

There was never any mention of the ‘tense’

Feel free to inject whatever sex satanic ritual etal you feel necessary


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the challenge three

Deep Secrets and other strange things

A lady lawyer. A diver with the old captain.


When Walter Mitty is about and has any influence on this midnight madness that is in the air during the dark of the moon, and my batteries are of twelve volts or over I can usually find a yarn amongst the loose keys of my old Macintosh, As in the case, where a young She lawyer told of a riddle of hiding an,,,, heirloom of some value on a desert island that by chance had a description of a rock. quite similar to another rock I knew, called Bonaire.

Being a bear of little brain. who said Cottelston cottelston cottelston pie. ask me no riddles and I'll tell you no lies. a fly can't bird! But a bird can fly, Cottelston cottelston cottelston pie.

So then, I'll ask no riddle but will tell you many lies. Deep Secrets is the work of several nights well after the bewitching hour when Walter is at his best. I have not read it. Edited it, nor shown it to any one. I just hammered it out for pure fun . I some how thought it might be a fair story so gave it a library number and filed it away just in case I might want to read it some day. Printed it and gave it to my lovely lovely to have bound. She also is same girl who lugged it to post office. paid exorbitant fees and sent it away to the She lawyer who started this whole insane fantasy in the first place.

Buy a red pen. adjust the reading lamp and sit back and have some fun,,,, Oh! and don't ever take any thing personal that Walter might of had said... He really ain't no smarter than most bears.
Oke? don/ 12/1999
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The challenge four Colt 1911

An early Saturday afternoon pizza dinner at my Dj plantation where we grew the stuff that makes Bonaire green, (DJ - D for don/ and the J for Janet.)

It was Ruth Smith who had made the challenge that prompted the invention of the story called Colt 1911, It had been a rather soft challenge to start with as it was a pretty straight foreword dare. However even though Ruth Smith had been a schoolteacher, retired in fact. I found her imagination a bit dull.
It was she who had made the challenge for a story. I asked. What sort of a yarn does the Ruud want? (I had taking to calling her Ruud. Ruth in Dutch of course. ) She was besides her self. So I assisted. Now that in its self a joke. me telling a schoolteacher. Ha! Rather a turn around as they never could tell me any thing.

So it was I who helped make the dare. "Fetch me two book out of the case. Any two I asked Linda was also a dinner guest. Now Ruud. Open one of these two books and with out looking, Stick your finger on any word.

She had selected ‘Do,’ what kind of a dumb word is that. Ok, now the second book. Check it for the tense. First. Oh boy I really don’t enjoy doing first tense because it robs me latitude in telling of personal emotion. Opinion and the such. "Oke first it is!"

"Now girls!" I had included Linda. "Subject. Please! "

"Sex." Bolted out Linda.

"Yea." Chimed in Ruud "and Rape."

"Well" I said that makes it easy as they seemed to fit together. "Where does all of this take place?"

They twittered as girls do. Then Linda said "Cuba"

Oh Christ I thought what the hell do I know about Cuba?
"No, Pennsylvania!" Ruud continued.

That’s insane, (that is where they both were from) "Well!" I said isn’t getting a little too close to home?

They both just sat smugly looking at me. "Women I thought how did I ever get myself involved in this game any how. Then Ruud chickened out saying. "Ok Cuba is fine, we don’t want that sort of sex stuff going on around where we live."

I felt relieved. Ok, one last thing. The last word. "Find it in book number one. The finger remember?" An index finger rammed down in the center of page 32. And they both craned to see ‘Dollar’

So it is, the making of Colt 1911 has been set in stone.

Thank you for dropping into Fairytale’s have a good dive.
don/

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