Justin(Justin@briareos.demon.co.uk) added

> >> 	When I was at school the girls in the science class wanted to 
> >> remove the rats brains and performs experiments on them. I 
> >> think the boys found the washing up bowls from the domestic 
> >> science classes pretty handy at that point.
> > 
> > It's at this point that I really begin to worry about what sort 
> > of school you went to, no one ever did things like like that at my
> > old school.
> > 
> 	There used to be a slaughterhouse next to my *primary* school. 
> Once a week, one would hear mysterious animal sounds, followed by 
> the... silence. The silence... of the lambs... if you will.

My first school had this HUGE wall, well it looked HUGE to a 6 year old, I'm
told there was  jam factory on the other side of it.
 
> 	I was lucky, my mother grew up on a farm. I'd occasionally walk 
> into the kitchen to find her with her arm most the way up a dead 
> chicken and a bowl of face-hugger construction material besides 
> it... ^_^

There's just nothing one can say to that! ^_^
 
> > <snip>
> >>>> 	Ah, not triceratops then?
> >>> Nope, not even a stegosaurus.
> >>>
> >> 	Ah, the famous Doyaknowwhatthatisasaurus then!
> > 
> > That's the one!
> > But I suppose it could the equally famous
> > Doyouthinkhesausus.
> 	
> 	Its vision... is based on... movement... ^_^

Don't move, keep very, very still.



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Peter Boulter wrote:
> Justin(Justin@briareos.demon.co.uk) added

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>> 	There used to be a slaughterhouse next to my *primary* school. 
>> Once a week, one would hear mysterious animal sounds, followed by 
>> the... silence. The silence... of the lambs... if you will.
> 
> My first school had this HUGE wall, well it looked HUGE to a 6 year old, I'm
> told there was  jam factory on the other side of it.
>  
	We had the impenetrable barrier of trees. Just in case you're not 
freaked out enough, every so often a mysterious mechanical arm would 
loom over them and do presumably unspeakable things in the slaughter house.

	yes, I probably was mecha imprinted from an early age. ^_^

>> 	I was lucky, my mother grew up on a farm. I'd occasionally walk 
>> into the kitchen to find her with her arm most the way up a dead 
>> chicken and a bowl of face-hugger construction material besides 
>> it... ^_^
> 
> There's just nothing one can say to that! ^_^

	It was the eggs that always puzzled me. ^_^
>  
>>> <snip>
>>>>>> 	Ah, not triceratops then?
>>>>> Nope, not even a stegosaurus.
>>>>>
>>>> 	Ah, the famous Doyaknowwhatthatisasaurus then!
>>> That's the one!
>>> But I suppose it could the equally famous
>>> Doyouthinkhesausus.
>> 	
>> 	Its vision... is based on... movement... ^_^
> 
> Don't move, keep very, very still.

	Clever girl! <swishrendrendteararrghhetc>


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