From: Jill Bradley Subject: Nat's Favorite Movie Warning-goofiness ahead. Comments? ravenjil@getnet.com Nick came to himself with a shock. He had been driving along, amusing himself with a flashback, when a sudden thump brought him back to the present. He slammed on the Caddy's brakes and listened. He thought he could hear the faint sound of voices. Fearing the worst, he opened the door and started to get out of the car. He glanced down and was horrified to see a pair of feet sticking out from under the chassis. "OMIGOD!", he winced as he felt the blisters rising on his tongue, but the realization that he had hit someone with his car drove every other thought from his mind. He leapt from the car and was just bending over to try to pull the unfortunate from beneath the wheels, when he heard the distinct sound of giggling. He listened harder, directing his senses toward the body under his car--no heartbeat. He had killed another innocent--another victim added to his body count. The giggling sound came again. He jerked his head up and searched the area with his vampire senses. There was something *odd* about the neighborhood, but Nick couldn't put his finger on it. He had been driving aimlessly and currently was unsure of his exact location. Nick shrugged off his feelings about the noises and again turned to the body. "Nothing else to do but call it in, I guess," he said grimly to himself. He was gingerly stepping over the body to get to the car radio, when he heard another odd sound. This time he had the impression of music. It seemed to be coming from above him--his jaw dropped as he spotted the immense red teardrop floating down toward him. As it came closer, he could see that it was as tall as he and several times wider. It touched the ground and vanished. There stood a woman in a red Cinderella-type gown. "Janette?!" Nick's eyes grew even larger. She was waving a long cigarette holder as she glided toward him. "What's going on?" She didn't answer him directly. "Are you a good mortal or a bad mortal?" Nick stared at her wondering which of them had lost all sense. She smiled at him, and repeated her question. "Are you a good mortal or a bad mortal?" He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. "But, I'm not a mortal at all," he finally managed. "Mortals are weak and sickly, and..." There it was again, the sounds of giggling. "Janette, what *is* that noise?" Again she ignored him and waved her cigarette holder, calling, "Come out, come out. It's all right. Come out now." The nearby bushes trembled and soon there were scores of tiny little cows, dressed in colorful clothing. They stared at him and giggled incessantly. "Why are they laughing?" Nick asked cautiously. He wondered whether he had hit his head when he slammed the Caddy to a stop. "They are laughing at you, silly. For you see, *I* am a mortal." Nick gave up. "Well, whatever is going on, the fact is I just killed a man." He pointed at the feet sticking out from under the Caddy. As he pointed, the feet rolled up on themselves and disappeared. In an unknightly display of weakness, Nick fainted. "NICK!" He opened his eyes weakly to find Natalie glaring at him. "Wake up," she urged. "You slept through the best part! You missed the part where the house falls on the bad witch!" Nick grabbed the remote and pushed "STOP". "Sorry, Nat. Let's do this movie another time, OK? What else did you bring to watch?" She held up the box and sighed as he flew screaming from the room.