Ok people I know it hurts for us to be seperated like this, but there is nothing I can do about it! Apperently Bambis' mother's uncle's cousin called my husband's nepwhew's friend's father some pretty bad names and maybe farted in their general direction too, and now she has to die. They plan on wiping out the whole family just to teach that deer a lesson. Ha! take that you ..what do deers eat? Go ahead, throw some bark at me, Me Big Man. Me Have Big Gun.
Do we really need a Buck and a Doe? The only kind of buck I want is of the dollar variety, but, meh, I'm just a silly girl who knows nothing of the excitment of the hunt. They are men, hear them roar. Or something.
Pfft, dudes gonna get a woody playing with his gun all up in his little tree fort. I Gaur-an-tee it!
Anyway I have one more hour before we have to be loaded up and gone, so I best be off. To all you Weffriddlers, I am working on a page with very very nice hints to all the levels up to where we are. It should be ready by Tuesday night. That is, only till Weffriddle level 54.2 .Cus 54.3 and 54.4 has us stumped worse then a vetran of Bush's little war. Oooohh was that rude? Oh well.
C'ya in three days!
Click the link, Fab, You know you want too