Originally posted by gini
Ha! We are still here. Bet you thought the triffids got everyone!

Why don't we write a story - like the three bears

Papa Triffid
Mama Triffid
Baby Triffid

were very hungry........................

... mean while, skipping through Phred's back yard was Clare Clam. She tossed her blond hair in the wind. Hark!!! What's that? She pauses. Then gasps as she sees...............