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And so, the Housecat Parasol was to be constructed. They would need a hell of a lot of housecats. So they went to the pound.


"We need an order of 55294 housecats." announced Good_Rejects, putting her hands on the counter at the front desk of the pound. The stern looking woman behind the counter coughed.


"I believe we don't have that many. Our maximum capacity for ALL animals is 250 at a time..." She said. "But that hippie over there says he has the solution."


Good_Rejects and Radi looked over at the hippie. He had long hair and a long beard and was dressed in a tyedye robe. He flashed the peace sign at them. They decided to consult the hippie and see if he had the solution.


"Do you have the solution?" They said, approaching him. The hippie looked at them. "Hey, man... government mind control... um... flowers... pot." He held up a long white piece of paper wrapped 'round some grass. Radi and Good_Rejects blinked. To them, it looked like it was a pixi stick... a very thick, poorly constructed pixi stick, but still a pixi stick. It was on fire at the end. They shrugged. You can't go wrong with a crazy hippie offering you a flaming pixi stick, right?


"Suck on the end of this." He said in his tripped-out hippievoice. So Good_Rejects and Radi clutched the fabled pixi sticks, stuck it up to their lips and inhaled deeply...


TO BE CONTINUED. >O