Noble Realms — How Sally Made a Baby

Re: How Sally Made a Baby

null@example.com (Ganel) — Sat, 02 Sep 2006 22:56:29 +0000

The link between the superior mind effecting objects psionicly can also be applied to all matter. hence the validity of gods and men, real shapeshifters and real people alive today who can change the bones of a person by thought or even deeper changes are potentially returning as possible. i never got into Harry Potter, I prefer Terry Pratchett.

Re: How Sally Made a Baby

null@example.com (Soloflecks) — Sat, 02 Sep 2006 19:12:48 +0000

I think it's pretty cool. Visions of something Harry Potterish came into my mind.

Re: How Sally Made a Baby

null@example.com (titmouse_) — Sat, 02 Sep 2006 15:56:56 +0000

Ganel wrote:

In and out she flows,
Mixing this to flatten those,
Hair a whisp on nose,
Blows it back to lacqered pose,

It flows! Very sweet.

Re: How Sally Made a Baby

null@example.com (Ganel) — Fri, 01 Sep 2006 20:51:12 +0000

Strange, I have had complains about this poem elsewhere on the net. I blame it on the day and age. I had better clarify before the same occurs here. The poem is not about sex, it is about a young witch who turned her cat into a baby as part of her trianing. Simply that.

How Sally Made a Baby

null@example.com (Ganel) — Sat, 26 Aug 2006 22:49:44 +0000

As the good TV cook once said `This is something I prepared earlier`.

How Sally Made a Baby, and other Tales of Mirth.

Chapter IX

In and out she flows,

Mixing this to flatten those,

Hair a whisp on nose,

Blows it back to lacqered pose,

`Hippsey Dippsey we go fishy`

`Hippsey Dippsey Rose`

Sally's spell formed blue haze above her,

Inbetween little sparkles fluttered,

Then she chose one item more,

There steadily watching her finest clove,

Then down on her table,

Her now blue cat in the middle,

Til she blew on the hazy,

And fell to them crazy,

Then opened a green bird,

Or was it a dragon,

Ohhh,

Too much hue,

She turned to her cat,

Slouched there on her round table,

And as she did peer,

Upon Sally's surprise,

With her yellow big eyes,

Fur turned to skin,

Her baby boy slim,

As born just as now,

Sitting there.

Playing with his new found member, gurgling with joy,
I could have sworn that cat was a she,

Ohjoy what the hell,
It's a boy, it's a boy,

Cried Sally.

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Did you know that for time everlasting, the women of Western Africa actually decide themselves what sex their baby will be. The power of the will is well known by them, inspired by the various goings on by witches and numerous shapeshifters. This becomes obvious when you realize that the highest concentration of witches exists in West Africa, but the skill is open to every woman to believe.