showing Dolly7 how to jump rope. Little Lamb is trying to lose all that weight, but hasn't lost any yet. Maybe she should try a new exercise program.
Dolly is trying to tell Little Lamb that the jump rope is doing her no good, but Little Lamb insists that it is.
Little Lamb : My jump rope is doing a world of good. The bloggers we know say I have a hypnotising effect on them.
Dolly : They're just being polite. You really are a fat lamb. Lambs should not be as fat as you are.
Little Lamb : That's why I'm jumping rope. Besides, /t. has asked me to be blog mates with him at our blog and at mo'po.
Dolly : That happened a while ago. And to be honest, I'm really not too sure about that /t.
/t. : Hey, look Little Lamb -- a box of matches! OOPS...
Dolly : BAA-AAAH-AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Little Lamb yells at /t. : YOU PUT HER ON FIRE!!!! YOU @!#$@! Little Lamb runs and gets the hose and drenches Dolly until the fire goes out. Then she sprays /t. with the hose.
/t. springs into action : ** spits on Dolly7 **
No harm done, Little Lamb -- that burnt wool will grow back in no time.
/t. is now drenched from Little Lamb spraying the hose on him.
/t. : Hey, look Little Lamb -- a box of razor blades...
Little Lamb : Let's get out of here, Dolly. I'm going to hide you in our secret place that /t. knows nothing about. I've got to wrap you in tin foil so /t. won't find you.
Dolly : NOT a good idea. He might BBQ me if I wander about.
Little Lamb : No wandering about until he agrees to treat you like all the other lambs.
Dolly : That'll never happen, he likes to pick on me. I know what I'll do if I ever see that %$^&%#%! again! I'll bite him!