there was no birth, it wasn't something that one would ordinarily call normal in the sence of going into labor and delivering a newborn, no, this was different. As if from no-where, gw appeared, sort of like the alien with double jaws and mucus hanging from his folds. Sneaking his way around things in order to quell his insatiable hunger, gw snailed around the web searching seeking until at last he was born gw. the unfortuate fact is that martha, after her invention of ice-cream, saw a distinct change in her husbands behavior. she began chronicling them in journals: he slept with a little black peice of leather around his rib cage, things like that. After a few weeks, or months, a larger picture emerged: he was completely foreign, not the man in the white breeches that she had married many years ago, not the general who defended a nation, but something less. After watching him attack the mother of another fencer on the web, she finally saw the light and dismissed him with a wave of her hand. and it was such a pity, his original humor being tart and crisp with the moo, moo ha ha (unless i'm thinking of space), the sudden deterioration of gw can only be explained by the increased consumption of foodstuffs from the Bovine category. Bon appitite.

[This message has been edited by martha washington (edited 07-18-2001).]