Sgt Falconian chased his assailant out of the
storeroom and down the hallway. He lost him near the floral
department---the little man was ALLERGIC TO PLANTS, and
his sneezing watery eyes, and sore throat put a stop to the
hope of catching his assailant. The next day he fell sick. He'd gone to see Dr Nichols, who'd diagnosed him
with a virus, which was going around town. The symptoms
were very NASTY: A HIGH FEVER, STOMACH CRAMPS AND
DIARRHEA, upset stomach, and chills and weakness. Nadine,
meanwhile, had gotten over HER illness, and was now at
Lobelia's making a PEST OF HERSELF. Lobelia was taking
CARE of her, while the little man was getting over his virus. She had followed Lobelia around the house,
literally FOLLOWED him, EVERYWHERE----until he went to the
MEN'S ROOM, and he'd had to forcibly SHOVE HER OUT, so
he could go in there and DO HIS BUSINESS, in PEACE! She
had adjusted the TINT FEATURE on the TV, so that EVERY
PROGRAM LOBELIA WATCHED, HAD HAD A BLUISH TINT. Mr Wolverine's sister had parked her car down the
street, and when she'd gone in to visit her BROTHER, the
winged creature had crawled through a window, and has
started up the WINDSHIELDS! Soon after THAT, she had
ATTACKED the VACUUM CLEANER Lobelia was using, to
vacuum the rug. She had CLIMBED ON TOP OF IT, HISSING
and SNARLING AT IT, AND GRABBING AT THE LINT BAG.
Before Lobelia could STOP her, the winged creature had
dislodged the bag, sending LINT and DUST EVERYWHERE! It did NO GOOD to SCOLD her----indeed, Lobelia
always FELT BAD when he did, because then Nadine would
look up at him with her pools of liquid brown orbs, her lower
lip would start to tremble------and Lobelia ALWAYS felt like a
MONSTER...He took her up to the ROOF to FEED THE
PIGEONS, and THIS TURNED OUT TO BE A HORRIBLE
MISTAKE, because AFTER THAT, the winged creature kept
making little BIRD NOISES, and cocking her head to one
side, each time Lobelia spoke to her. It got worse. During lunch, Lobelia noticed that his
lampshade was MISSING. He looked EVERYWHERE for it,
thinking that he'd misplaced it, when he'd cleaned up the
front room. Suddenly, he heard someone laughing in the
courtyard, and talking about a tree. He glanced out the
window, and was MORTIFIED to see that the
lampshade-----AND HIS THICK RED BLOOMERS, were BOTH
HANGING FROM THE TREE! His TEMPER------and his NOSTRILS flared, when he
glimpsed Nadine swiftly padding down the hall towards the
dayroom. It was already PAST time for her BATH----she had
been HIDING from him FOR THE PAST 45 MINUTES! When she
SAW HIM, she broke into a RUN. "YOU------GET-----BACK-------HERE!!!!" Lobelia panted,
as he chased the winged creature into the dayroom. Then
he yelled to whomeverr was in the room, "CATCH HER!!!!
SHE'S GETTING AWAY!!!!" Nadine barreled down the
dayroom, like a freight train. Without looking where she was
going, she barreled HEADFIRST into a large mannequin,
which was standing next to a table. The impact sent the
mannequin's head flying off into Mrs. McCarthy's CHICKEN
SOUP! She screamed and swooned, as the mannequin's
head rolled off the table, onto the floor. Everyone in the dayroom FLED!
storeroom and down the hallway. He lost him near the floral
department---the little man was ALLERGIC TO PLANTS, and
his sneezing watery eyes, and sore throat put a stop to the
hope of catching his assailant. The next day he fell sick. He'd gone to see Dr Nichols, who'd diagnosed him
with a virus, which was going around town. The symptoms
were very NASTY: A HIGH FEVER, STOMACH CRAMPS AND
DIARRHEA, upset stomach, and chills and weakness. Nadine,
meanwhile, had gotten over HER illness, and was now at
Lobelia's making a PEST OF HERSELF. Lobelia was taking
CARE of her, while the little man was getting over his virus. She had followed Lobelia around the house,
literally FOLLOWED him, EVERYWHERE----until he went to the
MEN'S ROOM, and he'd had to forcibly SHOVE HER OUT, so
he could go in there and DO HIS BUSINESS, in PEACE! She
had adjusted the TINT FEATURE on the TV, so that EVERY
PROGRAM LOBELIA WATCHED, HAD HAD A BLUISH TINT. Mr Wolverine's sister had parked her car down the
street, and when she'd gone in to visit her BROTHER, the
winged creature had crawled through a window, and has
started up the WINDSHIELDS! Soon after THAT, she had
ATTACKED the VACUUM CLEANER Lobelia was using, to
vacuum the rug. She had CLIMBED ON TOP OF IT, HISSING
and SNARLING AT IT, AND GRABBING AT THE LINT BAG.
Before Lobelia could STOP her, the winged creature had
dislodged the bag, sending LINT and DUST EVERYWHERE! It did NO GOOD to SCOLD her----indeed, Lobelia
always FELT BAD when he did, because then Nadine would
look up at him with her pools of liquid brown orbs, her lower
lip would start to tremble------and Lobelia ALWAYS felt like a
MONSTER...He took her up to the ROOF to FEED THE
PIGEONS, and THIS TURNED OUT TO BE A HORRIBLE
MISTAKE, because AFTER THAT, the winged creature kept
making little BIRD NOISES, and cocking her head to one
side, each time Lobelia spoke to her. It got worse. During lunch, Lobelia noticed that his
lampshade was MISSING. He looked EVERYWHERE for it,
thinking that he'd misplaced it, when he'd cleaned up the
front room. Suddenly, he heard someone laughing in the
courtyard, and talking about a tree. He glanced out the
window, and was MORTIFIED to see that the
lampshade-----AND HIS THICK RED BLOOMERS, were BOTH
HANGING FROM THE TREE! His TEMPER------and his NOSTRILS flared, when he
glimpsed Nadine swiftly padding down the hall towards the
dayroom. It was already PAST time for her BATH----she had
been HIDING from him FOR THE PAST 45 MINUTES! When she
SAW HIM, she broke into a RUN. "YOU------GET-----BACK-------HERE!!!!" Lobelia panted,
as he chased the winged creature into the dayroom. Then
he yelled to whomeverr was in the room, "CATCH HER!!!!
SHE'S GETTING AWAY!!!!" Nadine barreled down the
dayroom, like a freight train. Without looking where she was
going, she barreled HEADFIRST into a large mannequin,
which was standing next to a table. The impact sent the
mannequin's head flying off into Mrs. McCarthy's CHICKEN
SOUP! She screamed and swooned, as the mannequin's
head rolled off the table, onto the floor. Everyone in the dayroom FLED!
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