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Charie D. La Marr, mayor ofPersiphoniaover 16 years agoCassi Cominsky was one of Persiphonia’s best dancers. At only 15, she was already the best student at Miss Chance’s School of Dances. Cassi started studying ballet when she was only 5 and got her first pair of pointe shoes when she was 8. Miss Chance’s yearly recital was coming up and as usual, Cassi was doing a solo. She was going to do the dance of the Firebird, a famous ballet. She had a beautiful costume her mother made with shades of red, yellow and orange to simulate the fire. But more than anything, she wanted red pointe shoes to go with it. But her mother said they can’t afford them. Her father took a beating in Metropolis’s first economic and market session and at that time, there just wasn’t money for a pair of pointe shoes that she would only wear for the recital. She would have to wear her old pink ones. Maybe she could add red ribbons to them to make them look more red. But new pointe shoes were out of the question right now. So Cassi, being a very stubborn and resourceful child, decided to earn the money to buy them herself. But she would need around 100 dollars. She had some allowance saved up, but that was only 15 dollars. It would take a lot of hard work for Cassi to raise the rest. One day, she was visiting her friend Misti Goldinger. They were practicing a routine for the recital in the basement. Misti’s mother opened the door and yelled that it was time for Misti to walk her Maltese, Max. Misti got all huffy as they put on her sneakers and headed up the stairs to walk the dog. That gave Cassi a great idea. Cassi’s Classy Dog Walking Service. She made up a lot of colorful flyers and put them in the mailboxes of all the people she knew had pets. Especially the older people. She knew it was hard for them to go out and walk their pets. She would charge a dollar per walk per pet. She figured she could walk ten or fifteen dogs at a time since all the dogs in Persiphonia are little. In no time at all, the money would be rolling in. She would be able to buy her red pointe shoes and even be able to buy some new games for her Wii. She was surprised that nobody had thought of the idea before. Customers poured in. Before she knew it, Cassi was walking her dog, a tiny little jet black mixed breed from the animal shelter named Jaxon, plus about twenty other dogs. The hardest part was keeping them all still while she stopped to pick up when one of the little guys pooped. But in Persiphonia, picking up after your dogs is a strictly enforced law. Cassi had to spend some of her saved up allowance money on a super pooper-scooper. It was an investment. One afternoon, Cassi was cleaning up when she heard the dogs all barking behind her. She turned around and screamed. Her little dog Jaxon was standing up behind Mrs. Garlinger’s Pekinese show dog Heavenly, making these strange jerking motions. Being only 12, Cassi had no idea what they were doing. She tried to stop Jaxon, but he growled and snapped at her. She started to cry. Heavenly was whimpering and crying, too. It just so happened that Fire Chief Rick Goodbody was in a fire truck, returning to the fire station after giving a Stop Drop and Roll lecture at one of the local elementary schools. Recognizing a doggie rape in action. He grabbed a hose from the truck, hooked it up to the nearest fire hydrant and let it blast. Jaxon ended up about halfway down the next block. He helped Cassi retrieve her dog and return the rest of the dogs to their rightful owners. Then he gave her and Jaxon a ride home in the fire engine. She may have only been 12, but Cassi sat as close to Chief Goodbody as she could get. After that, Cassi closed down Cassi’s Classy Dog Service. Some of her customers were very disappointed, but she told them she needed more time for her schoolwork and practicing ballet. She never mentioned the Jaxon incident to Mrs. Garlinger, but after a while, she began to suspect what Jaxon had been doing that day. And then she remembered that her parents had never taken the little puppy back to the shelter to be neutered like they were supposed to. She began to worry. Then, about 10 weeks later, there was a knock at the door. Mrs. Garlinger was standing on the porch crying. In her hand was a box and inside were 5 of the ugliest black puppies that Cassi had ever seen. Jaxon ran and hid behind the sofa. All of them looked just like him. Mrs. Garlinger told Cassi’s father about the dog walking service and served him with papers announcing that she was suing him for 50 thousand dollars. Her beautiful show dog was ruined—tainted by her encounter with the ugly black mutt. The two families came to Persiphonia’s court, and using the Persiphonian method of justice—a game of rock, paper, scissors, Mrs. Garlinger won 2-1and Mr. Cominsky owed her 50 thousand dollars. Realizing that Mrs. Garlinger was perhaps going a little overboard with her claim, I reduced the amount to 1,500 dollars and closed the case. Mr. Cominsky wrote her a check and left the courthouse. The Cominsky family has now decided to leave Persiphonia. Everywhere they go, people smirk at them and make rude remarks about their dog. Mrs. Cominsky is so traumatized that her doctor has had to double her daily medications. Cassi dropped out of Mrs. Chance’s School of Dances and seldom leaves her room except to go to school. Her grades have fallen significantly. Do you have a home in your city for this lovely family? Mr. Cominsky is an accountant with a degree from Persiphonia University. Mrs. Cominsky teaches high school math. Surely such a family would be a benefit to any community. Jaxon has since been neutered, so this terrible event won’t occur again. Let this be a lesson to all of you. Spay and neuter your pets. For entertainment (as if this story wasn’t enough) I am sending along a copy of the original 1959 version of The Shaggy Dog starring Fred Mc Murray and Annette Funicello. Promise you won’t stare at her chest. This was post-Mickey Mouse Club and Annette had filled out real nice by then, but she was kind of sensitive about all the talk about how she filled out a sweater by then. Please remember to POP or Entertain us back often when you see us down. We have reached 1000 connections, but I am checking now and deleting those who do not autopop daily, so wait about a week and ask us again. I will ONLY connect to cities who send a friend request that contains the NAME OF THEIR CITY- not just ‘Metroâ€. I have already deleted over 150 names and replaced them and continue to do so a little at a time. I intend to give preference to people who have loyally popped Persiphonia though they were non-connections. We autopop every night at midnight or whenever we remember to. AND NOW FOR THE LATEST NEWS … Tales of Persiphonia is now online! I am in the process of adding all of the tales from way back in the beginning, along with my personal tips for playing the game and other cool Persiphonia stuff. You can find us at http://persiphonia.wordpress.com/ Drop by often. Leave comments. We love to hear from you! I am almost up to date adding the old ones to the blog. Sincerely yours, Persiphone Hellecat, Mayor, Empress, Queen and Exaulted Grand Poobah of Persiphonia, Land of the Free and Home of the Bipolar. (We have an excellent medical plan that includes prescriptions!) A PROUD NO NUKES CITY!!! We are now SOLAR!!! Let the sun shine in!
Charie D. La Marr, mayor ofPersiphoniaover 16 years agoWell, gee, London was fun. Nothing like spending a day at a G-20 Summit to get a girl’s heart pumping. (Yawns) I was able to put in a word for the economy of Metropolis And it has risen somewhat. That’s good anyway—except for the people trying frantically to save up 99 billion to pick up a Burj wholesale. Oh well. Speaking of wholesale, I did get a significant amount of shopping done. So now, someone explain the Queen to me. Why does she walk around her own house carrying a purse and what the heck is in it? I mean it’s not like she needs to have a couple bucks handy to pay the pizza delivery guy or the paper boy. And I would imagine if she should feel a sudden sneeze coming on, she just holds out her right hand and someone politely places a handkerchief in it. I’m convinced she carries around one of those nuclear football things. I sure would like to get a peek inside. So here we are in Paris ready to do it all over again at the NATO Summit. More fun and games for the suits in charge. Only this time, we’re in France where the English snicker behind the locals back calling them frogs and complaining that they use spices in their food. No Shepherd’s Pie in Paris, baby. People in Paris know how to eat. (Pardon me for saying so, English people, but you have to admit the fare here is much more palatable!) I have been getting a lot of phone calls from home where Mayor Feral Moonstorm is holding court in the Mayor’s Office. One of the calls was Feral wanting to know where I kept the Great Seal of Persiphonia. Hopefully, he was only intending it to use to crack walnuts because he sure as heck isn’t going to be making any actual decisions bigger than does he want meatballs or pepperoni on his pizza. He didn’t find the seal, so if he has made any treaties or deals with any cities, please consider them a late April Fools Day joke. I told him if he had any other questions, he should have Harpo make the call and that I had to hang up because I had an appointment at Chanel in half an hour. Duty on all the stuff I’m buying is going to kick my butt getting back into Metropolis. So right now, the NATO Summit is busy deciding whether or not to order in or go out for lunch. Big stuff going on here, people. It looks like France is going to cast the deciding vote in favor of going out. The Spanish want to go out and then have a siesta. The Americans want to know where the nearest Mc Donald’s is. And the Italians will go either way as long as there’s pasta. Trust me people, I am not making this stuff up. This discussion has been going on for an hour now! And we haven’t even started discussing dinner yet! I am waiting to see the outcome. If they vote to go out, I am with them. But if they stay in, I will be pulling a disappearing act and hitting a few couture houses. I can stay in Persiphonia and eat Mc Donald’s at my desk. Or I can just check the pizza boxes and see if Feral left any cold pizza laying around. A pizza and a Red Bull and the kid can go for hours. I hope you are all enjoying your adventures in the World Market. I seriously advise all of you to move your computers to the first floor in case the market tanks again like it did yesterday and you should feel like jumping out a window. Patience, grasshopper, all will be revealed in the end. The President has a master plan in mind for Metropolis. We are all just Mayoral puppets addicted to playing his evil game. Woops! There it goes down again. Buy my children, buy! My next report will be from back on Metropolitan soil. Hopefully by that time, my investments will have paid off and the people of Persiphonia will be resting easy once again. Does anyone need anything while I’m in Paris? Personally, I am looking for a nice Parisian fellow, single, just a shade over fifty and fabulously wealthy who wants nothing more than to devote his life to spoiling the redheaded Mayor of a certain city in Metropolis. Unfortunately, every place I go seems to be sold out. Oh well. Back to the lunch discussion. A bientot. Please remember to POP or Entertain us back often when you see us down. We have reached 1000 connections, but I am checking now and deleting those who do not autopop daily, so wait about a week and ask us again. I will ONLY connect to cities who send a friend request that contains the NAME OF THEIR CITY- not just ‘Metroâ€. I have already deleted over 150 names and replaced them and continue to do so a little at a time. I intend to give preference to people who have loyally popped Persiphonia though they were non-connections. We autopop every night at midnight or whenever we remember to. AND NOW FOR THE LATEST NEWS … Tales of Persiphonia is now online! I am in the process of adding all of the tales from way back in the beginning, along with my personal tips for playing the game and other cool Persiphonia stuff. You can find us at http://persiphonia.wordpress.com/ Drop by often. Leave comments. We love to hear from you! I am almost up to date adding the old ones to the blog. Sincerely yours, Persiphone Hellecat, Mayor, Empress, Queen and Exaulted Grand Poobah of Persiphonia, Land of the Free and Home of the Bipolar. (We have an excellent medical plan that includes prescriptions!) A PROUD NO NUKES CITY!!! We are now SOLAR!!! Let the sun shine in! 2 Posts Available
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